To the readers of my blog

Hi,
I am a bit busy in office work and personal work from last 4 months.
I may still be busy for 3 more weeks. I would like to post some good
stuff in coming days.

When I say good stuff I don't mean only the good content created by
me. I wanna post any content which is worth reading (of course with
due acknowledge).

So keep checking.............

I would like to hear your comments.

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  1. Although , there r some majjor flaws in this story, still its worth
    reading....


    ONE BEDROOM FLAT... AN INDIAN SOFTWARE ENGINEER'S LIFE... - A Bitter

    Reality

    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 hopping 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 02 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?'



    I am still searching for an answer................!!!!



    -- By an Indian SE who was in US.

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