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FROM THE DIARY OF AN INDIAN ENGINEER (Almost A Bitter
Reality)
As the
dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineering
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.
START
THINKING
Is it
just for One extra bedroom..??
Is it
just for the pleasure of living Abroad..??
Was it
just to spirit in a country when are unaware about your own place and
values..??
Was it
just for a few metal money ??
There are
many reason and explanation, but are we satisfied, while, lying with
our own soul.
LIFE IS
BEYOND THIS, DON'T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE.
START
LIVING IT .
LIVE IT
AS YOU WANT IT TO BE.
Regards
Dhitendra
Keep Smiling :-)