One Extra Bedroom

Posted by Sahil, 19 Jan 2014

Below are the words of an Indian engineer.

As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in 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 something 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.
Two years passed, two years of burgers and pizzas and discos and watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.

In between somehow I took a month leave from work and went India. My parents asked me to get married. And all marriage ceremony was completed within time. I left for USA with my wife.

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 thrice a week. Our Savings started diminishing.

After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grandchildren.

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 rites 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 I had enough and wound-up everything and returned to India. I had just enough money to buy a decent two 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.

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 neighbours again who will be performing my last rites, God bless them.

But the question still remains 'was all this worth it?'

Start thinking; IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM???

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