Why am I the one to die?

I went to a party Mom,  I remembered what you said.  You told me not to drink, Mom,  So I drank soda instead. I really felt proud inside, Mom,  The way you said I would.  I didn't drink and drive, Mom,  Even though the others said I should. I know I did the right thing, Mom,  I know you are always right.  Now the party is finally ending, Mom,  As everyone is driving out of sight. As I got into my car, Mom,  I knew I'd get home in one piece.  Because of the way you raised me,  So responsible and sweet.. I started to drive away, Mom,  But as I pulled out into the road,  The other car didn't see me, Mom,  And hit me like a load. As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,  I hear the policeman say,  "The other guy is drunk," Mom,  And now I'm the one who will pay. I'm lying here dying, Mom....  I wish you'd get here soon.  How could this happen to me, Mom?  My life just burst like a balloon.. There is blood all around me, Mom,  And most of it is mine.  I hear the medic say, Mom,  I'll die in a short time. I just wanted to tell you, Mom,  I swear I didn't drink.  It was the others, Mom.  The others didn't think. He was probably at the same party as I.  The only difference is, he drank  And I will die.   Why do people drink, Mom?  It can ruin your whole life.  I'm feeling sharp pains now.  Pains just like a knife.   The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,  And I don't think it's fair.  I'm lying here dying  And all he can do is stare.   Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.  Tell Daddy to be brave.  And when I go to heaven, Mom,  Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.   Someone should have told him, Mom,  Not to drink and drive.  If only they had told him, Mom,  I would still be alive.    My breath is getting shorter, Mom.  I'm becoming very scared.  Please don't cry for me, Mom.  When I needed you, you were always there. I have one last question, Mom.  Before I say good bye.  I didn't drink and drive,  So why am I the one to die?

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परीस

एकदा एक माणूस परीस (पारस) शोधायला निघाला.... त्यासाठी रस्त्यात जो दगड येईल तो घ्यायचा, गळ्यातल्या साखळीला लावायचा आणि फेकून द्यायचा असा त्याचा दिनक्रम  सुरू झाला दिवस गेले... महिने लोटले... वर्षे सरली.... पण त्याच्या दिनक्रमात बदल झाला नाही .....दगड घ्यायचा, साखळीला लावायचा आणि मग तो फेकून द्यायचा.... 

शेवटी तो माणूस म्हातारा झाला.... आणि ज्या क्षणि तो आपले शेवटचे श्वास मोजत होता त्यावेळी अचानक त्याचे लक्ष त्याच्या गळ्यातील साखळीकडे गेले... ती साखळी सोन्याची झाली होती..... दगड घ्यायचा, साखळीला लावायचा आणि फेकून द्यायचा या नादात त्याचे साखळीकडे लक्षच गेले नाही...

 

प्रत्येकाच्या जीवनात एकदा तरी परीस येत असतो... कधी आई-वडिलांच्या रूपाने, तर कधी भाऊ-बहीनीच्या नात्याने... तर कधी मित्राच्या-मैत्रिणीच्या नात्याने ..... तर कधी  प्रेयसीच्या नात्याने..... कोणत्या ना कोणत्या रूपात तो आपल्याला भेटत असतो... आणि आपल्यातल्या लोखंडाचे सोने करीत असतो...... आपण जे काही असतो किवा बनतो त्यात त्यांचा बराच हातभार असतो ........

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One Bedroom Flat...

As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in 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 something 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. I 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... 

- Written by an Indian Software Engineer... (Bitter Reality)