A True and Touching Story

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Old 21-Sep-2008
A True and Touching Story

(Its someone's story but is almost every NRI's story)
Especially for all my NRI friends........

A Bitter and sad 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 any more 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 decided 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................!!!!

Old 21-Sep-2008
Jesse Saini
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...not gonna read all that

Old 21-Sep-2008
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Old 21-Sep-2008
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nice story! thanx for sharing
keep it Up..

Old 21-Sep-2008
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plzz read kar k dasna ki chakar hai???

Old 21-Sep-2008
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It does not only apply to 'NRIs'. It is true for every money minded person. I manage to go home every few months.. more frequent than my cousins who live in India but work at distant places. It is all about choices you make and priorities you set. The part about children is correct.. but what do you expect when they are born and raised in an altogether different environment. Look at us, how different we are from our parents, and we were raised in the same places at just different times

Old 22-Sep-2008
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Its a must read...

Old 22-Sep-2008
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you are right.i also think so.any way if it is true then really sad.
a heart touching story.

Old 24-Sep-2008
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Old 26-Sep-2008
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a ki angraziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Old 26-Sep-2008
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thats life!

Old 02-Oct-2008
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Old 23-Nov-2008
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Awwwww 'Heart Sinks'

Old 23-Nov-2008
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nice story m sure......... sadly manoo agragee nee ondee ----------hehehehe

Old 23-Nov-2008
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Lammmmmmbi Story!!!!!

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