ONE BEDROOM FLAT

Here is a nice article that was mailed to me today. Felt like putting it on the log . Cos I may be very well at the threshold of such an event.


ONE BEDROOM FLAT... WRITTEN BY AN INDIAN SOFTWARE ENGINEER- 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 shopping 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 could not afford to buy even a One bedroom flat
in a decent locality.(The price quoted in Vakola for 1BHK flat was a whooping 72 lac rupees)
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 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 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................!!!!
Think Of it ………there is nothing big than making our parents happier…………

Dings dongs dings....

The title line is a bit goofed up....but from where i see it, these words convey misery on two of my applications. Yesterday Fisher sent me a nice letter which had familiar content " This decision in any way is not a true reflection of your managerial potential. But due to highly competitive admission criteria we cannot offer u place on our program". As I started putting the hand written letter away , I switched on my laptop to check, if any other schools that I had applied to, had given out dings......... n there it was...a mail from penn state. Before I cud open it and read its content I knew, the writing was on the wall. A ding for sure............ n a reject it was.
So in this app game the score stands rite now at 2 rejects.
Lets c where the game goes from here.....as far as iam concerned..... the title track of film Race- "Race is on my mind" is apt to describe the MBA game. Further reports will be put up as soon as the decisions arrive.