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As is the dream of most parents, I had acquired a degree in Software Engineering and joined a company based in USA , the land of the brave and opportunities. 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 wanted 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 something more than he could. 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 of watching the foreign exchange rate, getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.

Finally I decided to get married.. Told my parents that I had 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 talk. After reaching home I spent a week there, going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate..

My 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 my parents some money 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 could see their grandchildren.

Every year I decide to go to India … But in part work and in 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 ill.. I tried but I couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go to India .... The
next message I got was that my parents had passed away and as there was no one to conduct the final rites the society members had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grandchildren.

After another couple of 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 to the US with me and my children refused to stay in India .... My 2 children and I returned to US, after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.

Time passed by, and my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in the US ... I decided that I had enough and wound up everything 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 keep wondering if it was all worth. My father, even in spite staying in India , had a house in his name and I too have the same, nothing more.

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

Looking out of 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 if I am all right. Well,they remember me, to say the least.

Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be performing my last rites..

May 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?

"LIFE IS BEYOND THIS …..

DON'T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE ……..
START LIVING IT …….
LIVE IT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE……."

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