ONE BEDROOM FLAT - Written by an Indian Software Engineer

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 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.

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 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 that 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................!!!!


If you have den dun hesitate to reply or leave comments.

7 Engineers and 7 Doctors are going from PUNE to Mumbai.

So they both gather at Pune Station. Both groups are desperately trying to prove their superiority.


SCENE 1 (PUNE- MUMBAI) :
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7 engineers take only 1 Ticket and 7 doctors buy all
7 tickets..
Doctors are desperately waiting for TC to come......
When TC arrives, All 7 Engineers get in one toilet SO
when TC knocks , one
hand come out with the ticket and the TC goes
away....Doctors say "Dekh lenge"

NOW on return Journey All of them don't get a direct
train to PUNE. So they
all decide to take a Pass enger till Lonavala, from
there they can easily
get a LOCAL to PUNE


SCENE 2 (MUMBAI - LONAVALA) :
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Doctors decided, "this time we will prove that we too
are equally
SHAANE"....All 7 Doctors take 1 Ticket Engineers don't
buy any ticket at
all!!!!!..TC arrives.... ALL DOCTORS IN ONE
TOILET.ALL ENGINEERS IN THE
OPPOSITE ONE..

One engineer gets out and knocks the door of Doctors
toilet, One hand
comes with the tickets, he takes the ticket and comes
in engg Bathroom...

TC DRIVES out ALL the doctors from t he toilet and
they are heavily
fined........ tai tai fissssssss..


SCENE 3 ( LONAVALA) :
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SO now both the group r on LONAVALA station. Doctors
planning their move
for last chance, they board the local to Pune.
This time doctors decide that they will play the same
(1 ticket) trick.
ALL Doctors take 1 tickets...Engineers BUY all 7
tickets this time... SO
TC Comes.. All Engineers showed their tickets.....
Doctors are still
searching for toilet in the LOCAL train...........

Conclusion: WE(ENGG) technically intelligent ppl r geniuses,
don't mess with us.