ONE EXTRA BEDROOM!!

3 07 2009

As i am a hard user of forum site..

i found a good thread and here i am sharing it with you people.  🙂

As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineer
and joined a company based in USA, the land of braves and opportunity. When
I arrived in the USA, it was as if a dream had come true. Here at last I
was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would be staying in this
country for about five years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.

My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only
asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.

I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling homesick and
lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents
every week using cheap international phone cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald’s and pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.

Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 days
of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my
ticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually
enjoying shopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone
then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate. In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, we returned to USA.

My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started
feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a week
sometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started diminishing. After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children. Every year I decide to go to India. But part work part monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I couldn’t get any holidays and thus could not go to India. The next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there was no one to do the last rights the society members had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grand children.

After couple more years passed away, much to my children’s dislike and my wife’s joy we returned to India to settle down. I started to look for a
suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to the USA. My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in India. My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.

Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in USA. I decided that had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India. I had just enough money to buy a decent 2-bedroom flat in a well-developed locality. Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me and gone to the holy abode.

Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this? My father, even after staying in India, had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more.

I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.

Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damned
cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me.

Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be
performing my last rights, God Bless them. But the question still remains
‘was all this worth it?’

Please search for an answer…………….!!!!

MadhaV

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9 responses

16 07 2009
Aimless Traveller

Got a bit sad after reading this !!
So my sugestion would be love life not money 🙂
Even then you need money and need to go to US then dont get married 🙂

Come back stay here in our mother land and marry ,stay here!!

Guys Understand the problems started after marriage not after going to US 😉

6 07 2010
zeal [Divya]

Very touching. Thanks for sharing with us.

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6 07 2010
Madhav / Harshad

Thanks Divya for visit !

8 07 2010
Radika

Sad to know what had happened. Hope before you die your children travelled to India for a visit. I know how it feeld.

10 07 2010
Madhav / Harshad

Hey Radhika, Thanks for visiting Blog…

FYI: This is not my Story !

27 11 2010
delhizen

arrey wah Harshad… you have good story telling skills..

Like! Like! 🙂

27 11 2010
Madhav / Harshad

Hey Pallavi,
This is not written by me i found this on one forum as i had mention… but yes i have some concept for story but don’t know that i can write much effective in English… if you want to write one story then i will send you the plot if possible then please make one story based on that.

1 12 2010
Nishant

Very moving, indeed. Can you give the link to the source/forum where you read this. Few days back I translated a very emotional passage, you may read it here http://hindizen.com/2010/11/21/final-journey/

1 12 2010
Madhav / Harshad

Welcome to my Blog Nishatnt.
forum name is http://www.holyplanets.com will post updated link once i get it.

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