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General Forum: Life in USA | | This is TRUE ,Should read Green card Holders | |
| Comming to USA and thinking about Indian thingy is somthing like
"Going to a English movie and expecting telugu subtitles"
ofcourse it also depends upon how we mould our children and also wth person to person.
Posted by: Mr. sridhar korla At: 2, Apr 2003 2:02:34 AM IST
Reddyji,this is a touching article indeed.
Posted by: Mrs. sharmila Sanka At: 7, Mar 2003 2:41:25 AM IST
I know some people born to love for money just for money not for parents.
Just one more bedroom ......that's set..Mohan.
Posted by: Reddy At: 28, Feb 2003 4:36:21 AM IST
hahaha..baga cheppavu..evaru evarini force cheyyaru, cheyyaleru...
only thing is ppl still live here just to earn..
Posted by: Rajesh At: 28, Feb 2003 4:29:00 AM IST
Good narration of sw consultant woes in US. More can be added. This is like tip of the iceberg. Ok
The solution is with individual. decide and live where ever u feel u r happy. No one is forcing you to come to US and cry.
So be strong, decide and act. This is my advice.
Posted by: Mr. mohan R At: 28, Feb 2003 4:00:53 AM IST
Yes man....Its worth reading..Its the usual life style of Software Consultants here...But is there any solution for this?
Most of us know the situations can lead even worse than this, but we can't take any decision.
Posted by: Rajesh At: 28, Feb 2003 3:42:02 AM IST
A story from a magazine..... WORTH READING……..
Must Read this
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
home sick 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 Macdonald'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 he 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 neighbours to look after them,
we returned to USA. My wife enjoyed this country
for about two months 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
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 were
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 were 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
myself 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 a American and my son was happy living in USA.
I decided that I had enough and wound-up every thing
and returned to India. I had just enough money to
buy a decent two bed room 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 neighbours 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.
Courtesy : An American Magazine
Posted by: Reddy At: 28, Feb 2003 2:46:18 AM IST
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