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A quick tale 14

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They sent their son to an engineering college. Paid a hefty donation to get him a seat. It was an investment for their future, they believed. 'He would get a good job and take care of us when we are old', they told themselves. The daughter got married right after school.

The son studied well, went to a far away land to study some more, got a job there, gained recognition, built a house, became rich and called his parents every Sunday at 10 o' clock.
The daughter lived in the next street and bought them medicines to control their blood pressure.

Comments

Shyam said…
Very nice, very matter-of-fact... I keep looking out for the next quick tale, and it's happened! keep writing, Ammani :)
Ram.C said…
HI.. it is a sad part, this quick tale is happening nowadays in more no. of indian families. Isn't it better to hv more kids, from now on?

I expect the Indian Govt to encourage the middle class / rich citizens to get more kids.... so that the Brain drain (Eventhough the reverse is happening now) can be reduced.

Singapore govt. does it by giving concessions for citizens going in for 3rd / 4th child. If you see the structure, it applies mostly to high income group.
Freeyavedu said…
True.. Being away from parents, You can only call em.
mischief editor said…
after 'mega hit' 13, the expectations went sky high.....

by all means, this one is mediocre...
sophie said…
a filthy truth told beautifully....i too had apost on this topic...two months back...reality..
U r simply superb in putting it...
Sundaresan said…
You have an excellent power of putting words! Waiting for next tale.......
Thangachee said…
Very nice, ammani! very well written.
Ansh said…
a good one again!
I will refrain from making a statement to this post. I am as guilty as the post makes the boy to be and the guilt plagues me all the time. That said, I couldnt have put it more beautifully painful.
wookie said…
Love your recipes.Love the picture.My moms nick is ammani:). I really dont know what it means.
dogmatix said…
Food for thought indeed ammani. but i cannot emphathize with the whole 'milk the NRI guilt' trip.

a while back a friend we know first accepted an offer to go back to india and work for a very good firm and two days later retracted citing , and i quote verbatim 'my parents want me to work here in the USA'!! i couldnt believe it that a sensible 26 plus adult, who has been empowered with knowledge, education and has no visible physical handicaps cant THINK for himself.

I know this is not going to happen in my or your lifetime, but i wish indian parents stop treating their children as their 'projects for life'. why cant children be 'transient' and you can have a life after they leave the nest.

This 'payback' time thing sucks bad!! "i raised you so u take care of me , repay the debt by marrying the person i choose for u and have a life that i would approve else u will be labelled a 'bad child' for life! and investing in ur child shouldnt be seen as a 'security deposit' either.
That is not to say that children do not have a responsibility to their parents.. they do of course but again one's life shouldnt be centered around this one relationship.
Badri said…
Great post.Very crisp and taut writing style.Very important and relevant topic.
Vidya said…
Ammani, this post is simply great!!
Tell me this, how come you manage to keep your posts so short and yet convey it all?!! Excellent post indeed.

Waiting for the next quick tail!
Vidya
Vidya said…
Oops I meant quick tale and not quick "tail"!!! :):)
Chenthil said…
Am I the only one who thought that the tale is about discrimintation against the girl child and not about NRIs?
Subbu said…
First of all - great writing. You sure do have a flair for it.

Regarding the story- Being an 80s child I don't believe that it is only the son who needs to take care of his parents.
I am a daughter far away from home. However I hope ( I really do) that I will go home once I am done with my studies.
I still haven't figured out how to deal with this whole NRI thingie.
For now am going with the flow..
Me said…
first time here came thru the last blogger

bitter but true
perspective said…
you have a thing with facts... be it choclates or such a story... you have the knack of putting it across really well... i immediately went "OUCH"...
but that is true!!
Kirukan said…
Yep agreed the fact about guys. Are u staying in the next street of your parents???
thennavan said…
Ammani, if you read my latest post, you will realize that I am far from the son described in your post :-)

I am writing this barely two hours after my parents left on a flight to India and I cannot describe how much I miss them in words.
Subha said…
Superb post! I enjoy your writing!
AF said…
Ammani,
Why no posts for 2 days? I miss it.

AF
Janus Man said…
My parents have 2 children and all they get is 2 phone calls on Sundays :(
KD said…
Hi,
U have a real nice blog - loved all ur quick tales.
BTW - I came to ur blog thru Surinder's.
Keep writing - u write real nice.
PVS said…
hi Ammani,

You do have a way with the words. But it is not only the sons nowadays who leave their parents and stay in far off lands. It is more so in the case of the girls since, apart from girls leaving their parents for a better job or education, they get married to a guy in a far off country and end up seperated from their parents.
Janus Man said…
Know what Ammani..I am ashamed to go back and read my blog!! i've read all ur quick tales and feel my blog doesnt even have a right to exist!!

very good posts! keep them coming!
Twin-Gemini said…
This post just drives in the guilt factor in me even further!
srini said…
sad.. this is precisely the area that i had thought and written about: http://3rd-i.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-supports-whom.html
Anonymous said…
NRI-Non returning Indian So well written ammani
Gangadhar said…
Hi Ammani..
First time on your blog..Nice blog...
Just read my latest post on "senescence" on my blog...
Surinder said…
sad .. bad thats the truth in a lot of families :( .. hopefully things will change .. soon :)

excellently put :0
ammani,

this topic would touch the raw nerve of every NRI.

all that I can say is that I envy Mohan Bhargava of Swades fame.

by now you must be used to the niceties .. your blog is SOMETHING!!

cheers
ranga

PS: nowadays, not every daughter stays across the street...

PS2: my friends in India are also far off from their families.. ppl from Assam, Bengal, etc. working in Bangalore. Guess the problem is there everywhere.. not among NRIs alone..

PS3: Finally, it depends on the child.. be it a son or a daughter...
Anonymous said…
Why do you always write about pain?

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