Dear CDs,
I received the following article in an e-mail, thought of sharing with all of you:

Two bedroom flat - 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..


Told my in-laws 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 Indiaso 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
Indiawas 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 Indiato 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 USAafter
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???

LIFE IS BEYOND THIS .....DON'T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE ........

START LIVING IT .......

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Sanjeev Manocha, MBA
Real Estate Sales Representative
Accredited Buyer Representative (ABR)

Re/Max West Realty Inc, Brokerage
96, Rexdale Blvd., Toronto

Mobile: 416-843-7600
Office: 416-745-2300
http://www.manocharealty.com" rel="nofollow">LINK

So very true !!

We don't realise what we have till we lose it and by then it is too late.

Please do not get too emotional with this FILMI ESTYLE story. This has appeared before several times (I think on this forum also) even with loopholes in the story discussed. Well a nice FILMI KAHANI with lot of twists; but far from truth.
Need a display at the beginning,"... all the characters and events in this story are imaginary and has no resemblance whatsoever with any living or dead person ...”
And Sanjiv, you deal in these flats man. (Just kidding)


Ben

I won't reject the story as being totally Filmi Style as this is very close to reality with none to be blamed..kids or parents!
The story talks of kids moving to USA but this is happeing within India and within same city too!!
Job seekers sometimes have no choice but to leave their own city to move where work is! Today such a large cut of our younger population is moving to MNC hubs Bangalore,Gurgaon etc from far fetched locations in India, leaving their parents and ready to struggle more in order to set their home from scratch and do well at work to sustain as it is performance oriented environment.
The positive side is that distances are not a an issue when it comes to feeling homesick with such a huge bunch of airlines available that one can fly to reach within 3hrs(within India) to 14 hrs(from US or Canada approx). I have personally seen a trend where retired parents travel and stay with their kids for some time and then go back to come back next year or to visit their other kid in maybe some other country or city.!

Now this person, who regrets for coming to U.S.A is 60 years old.
That means he " acquired a degree in Software Engineering and joined a company based in USA" at least 30 Years back.
Which college in India was offering degree in Software 30 years back?
Any idea?

Barasume ---hats off to you!!!!!

great! What a question you have asked!

and i agree with view of heelloG .

I think all of us who move through proper channel are intelligent enough to decide what is wrong or right before moving to a place.

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keep smiling!

The story is not filmi. I believe this might be true.

If I want to buy a flat in Poone, Mumbai delhi or Banglore, I am still poor in canada even after 3 years of two sided good Income.

After living toronto's life, we all would atleast prefer indian metro city's life in india.

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