Ohh!! this is me... I shouted, having a glance at my ‘photo’ in today's news paper.
But what the HELL it is doing in the death column??
Strange...
One second....Let me think, last night when I was going to bed I had a severe pain in my chest, but I don't remember anything after that, I think I had a sound sleep.
Its morning now, ohh....... It's already 10:00 AM, where is my coffee?
I will be late for office and my boss will angry to me..
Where is everyone...??? I screamed.
"I think there is a crowd outside my room, let me check." I said to myself.
So many people..... Not all of them crying....
But why some of them are crying....
WHAT IS THIS??? I’m lying there on the floor...
"I AM HERE" ... I shouted!!! No one is listening.
"LOOK I AM NOT DEAD" ... I screamed once again!!! No one is interested in me.
They all were looking at me on the bed.
I went back to my bed room.
"Am I dead??" I asked myself.
Where is my wife, my children, my Mom, my Dad, my friends?
I found them in the next room, all of them were crying... still trying to console each other.
My wife was crying... she was really looking sad.
My little kid was not sure what happened, but he was crying just because his Mom was sad..
How can I go without saying to my kid that I really love him, I really do care for him. ??
How can I go without saying to my wife that she is really the most beautiful and most caring wife in this world..??
How can I go without saying to my parents that I’m ... just because of you??
How can I go without telling my friends that without them perhaps I would have done most of the wrong things in my life... thanks for being there always when I need them... and sorry for not being there when they really need me..
I can see a person standing in the corner and trying to hide his tears....
Ohh.... he was once my best friend, but a small misunderstanding made us part, and we both have a strong enough ego to keep us disconnected.
I went there.. And offered him my hand, "Dear friend.... I just want to say sorry for everything, we are still best friends, please forgive me."
No response from other side, what the hell?? He is still preserving his ego, I am saying sorry... even then!!!
I really don't care for such people.
But one second...... It seems he is not able to see me!!!! He did not see my extended hand.
My goodness... AM I REALLY DEAD???
I just sat down near ME; I was also feeling like crying...
"OHH ALMIGHTY!!!! PLEASE JUST GIVE ME FEW MORE DAYS..."
I just wasn't to make my wife, my parents; my friends realize that how much I love them.
My wife entered the room, she looks beautiful.
"YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL" I shouted.
She didn't hear my words, in fact she never heard these words because I never said this to her.
"GOD!!!!" I screamed... a little more time plzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
I cried...
One more chance please... to hug my child, to make my mom smile just once, to feel my dad proud of me at least for a moment, to say sorry to my friends for everything I have not given to them, and thanks for still being in my life....
Then I looked up and cried!!!!
I shouted....
"GOD!!!! ONE MORE CHANCE PLEASE!!!!"
"You shouted in your sleep," said my wife as she gently woke me up. "Did you have a nightmare?"
I was sleeping....
Ohh that was just a dream....
My wife was there... she can hear me...
This is the happiest moment of my life...
I hugged her and whispered.... "YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND CARING WIFE IN THIS UNIVERSE..... I REALLY LOVE YOU DEAR"
I can't understand the reason of the smile on her face with some tears in her eyes, still I’m happy....
"THANK YOU GOD FOR THIS SECOND CHANCE."
SO, Now it's not late... Forget your Egos, your Past... and Express your love to others.... Be friendly... Keep smiling...... for ever.......
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.
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 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 & PARENTS ........
START LIVING IT .......
LIVE IT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE ....... BCZ LIFE IS PRECIOUS!!!!
- BY AN INDIAN SOFTWARE ENGINEER
