Hi Every one
I have come through a small story by one of my Senior of Engineering College. A very skewed lop-sided article of melancholia.There may be risks and depending on which side of the glass(1/2 full or 1/2 empty) you can visualize your experience in its bright or dark side. There are also many pleasant stories. Fact of the matter is no matter how hard you try you can not replicate an India in Overseas Countries in culturally and that happens to be the experience of many first generation Indian families. But there are many plus points those are unthinkable in India. There are Indian M.P.s and ministers of Indian origin in Canada/USA and they offers an excellent example of multi-culturalism and pleasant living. But Canadian society is Canadian society. It is not Indian. LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT.
Story Name is : A ONE BEDROOM FLAT...
To All My IIT Friends who had left India to live & stay abroad.Every person those who are far away from their parents for jobs should have to read this heart touching Story Titled "ONE BEDROOM FLAT..."
WRITTEN BY AN INDIAN INDUSTRIAL ENGINEER...
A Bitter Reality
As the dream of most parents I had acquired an MTech degree in Industrial Engineering at IIT(KGP) and joined a company based in Canada, a land of equality and opportunity. When I arrived in Halifax, 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 in Jamshedpur.
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 Canada, after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, we returned to Halifax.
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 both 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 in Jamshedpur had gone up during all these years. I had to return to Canada.
My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in India. My 2 children and I returned to Canada after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.
Time passed by, my daughter fell in love and decided to get married to a Canadian boy and my son was very happy settled in Halifax... I decided that had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to Jamshedpur in India... I had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in the well-developed Sonari 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 via TMH.
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.................!!!
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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