ONE BEDROOM FLAT... & One Extra ...

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. 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 Nepal.

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 Nepal 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 Nepal so that they can see their grand-children. Every year I decide to go to Nepal. But part work part monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting Nepal 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 Nepal. 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 Nepal 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 Nepal. 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 Nepal. 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 Nepal, 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?'

Please search for an answer...... ......... .!!!!

Light-2, you've tried to explain every ups and downs of human life cycle. I believe it happens with most of the people.

The topic for the Thread should be "Was All This Worth It?"

Well written sir.....enjoyed reading thanks

oh my god, awesome reading! great great great great! I dont have the right wordy to explain how awesome your story and the main theme is. This is fantastic. Kudos to you. What a delightful reading! I am so much impressed with your story. Please write more stories like this.

Good luck

YekloYatri

Nice script!     

Thanks for this heart touching story.........

 

Light-2 brother, when i read this i fell like that u are tellling my story.

Comming america was a Dream, and we full fill bt hw do i know that that dream is covering me ..I can't be out of that.. we are here for carieer and family and if we don't care family than why shud we be here.

I fixed to return before I came here.. lets hope my god will bless me..

Thanks for showing my Future.. I hope I can change it..

I had read this about a year ago...except it was talking about an Indian software engineer whose dad was an Indian Government worker.   Did you forget to mention the source of your story?

Where do you hear about 1 bedroom flats in Nepal...sounds more like Delhi to me.

Wow, Good one and really touching.