Posted on: 01-11-04 12:10:59
Hi friends,
I m posting here a true but sad story....
Give your views...it should not happen with any one of us....
Ponderable...is't it.....(This is a true Story)
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>As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in software
>Engineer 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.Hereat 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
>onlyasset 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 relatives and
>friendsback 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
>andasthe 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 soon and they cannot
>wait for long.
>
>
>After the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving
>somemoney to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them,
>we
>(I was lucky and managed to get the visa of my wife early) 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 as she also has to call her
>parents. 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 was stuck up in the procedures and thus could
>not go to India. The next message I got was my parents were passed
>away and as there was no one to do the last rites the society
>membershad done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents
>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
>andIreturned 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 enough
>is enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India. I had
>just
>enough money to buy a decent Two-be droom 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 place of worship. 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 rites,God Bless
>them.
>
>
>But the question still remains 'was all this worth it?'
>
>
>I am still searching for an answer................
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Do or Die.....
"I am still searching for an answer................"
and he is still in USA
what a joke
This is just a story.. I had it in a chain email about 3 years ago.. It has changed a little bit since then..
******** Not a True Story *************
but similar cases may exist
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Your attitude, not your aptitude, will determine your altitude.
According to the story, the person is question is now 60 years old.
He 'acquired' a degree in 'software engineering' and then left for the US of A. One assumes that he must have 'acquired' his software degree in his mid-20's which means that was 35 years ago - ie around 1970.
Would be interesting to know which universities in India offered 'software degrees' in 1970 and prior............
Also assuming the guy went out to the US in 1970, in the Vietnam / post Vietnam / civil rights days, was it really a land of dreams??!!!
The parents passed away and he did not get leave to return to India? Most North American employers have something called bereavement leave – or was this ‘software engineer’ working for a sweat shop that did not offer him that?
Did the father and the mother both die at the same time – the ‘story’ is unclear as to this detail.
He made telephone calls to his parents once a week. The wife made telephone calls several times a week. Something in the story suggests that the telephone calls were spontaneous. In India of the 1970’s, one had to be pretty wealthy to have a telephone at home, however, this is contradicted by the father having only a one bedroom ‘flat’.
Besides, the story talks about the person in question 'watching the rupee depreciate'. However, the rupee was not freely priced by the market until the late 1980's - having spent most of my childhood abroad, I remember $1 = Rs 15 approx in 1989 after which it went into freefall........
Questions, questions, questions, I say the story is a load of BS.........
It seems a made up story. Does not make sense.
And most of the guys i know have made a house in India and USa not just incresed one bed room.
So just remove this story.
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You know you are a desi when ........ You spew forth the virtues of India, but don't want to live there...............You've never had a tanning salon membership
Quote:
Orginally posted by Interceptor
I used to call home and speak to my parents every
>week using cheap international phone cards.
>
I couldn't resist this................
Once again, going from the narrative in Interceptor's post, one can infer that the 'software engineer' quoted in the 'story' went to the States in the 1970's. He talks about making calls using 'cheap international phone cards'.
Hilarious! Phone cards were not introduced in the US until 1987! I did a search on the internet and came up with a timeline for the introduction of phone calling cards, have a look at the attached link.
http://www.92806.com/phonecardhistory.html
Interceptor, do let us know how you concluded that the 'story' was true!
crenshaw,
Splendid indeed!
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