My Dad, My Inspiration

        

                 Granny and Dad                                           Dad and Mom

Fathers day special.

I exactly do not know when I started knowing my dad or when I started to call him Dad. Like everybody, I have my own story with my dad along with my two brothers. My dad became dad of 6 children. Sometimes he looked to be furious and wanted us to be frightened, but now I know now it was for our good purpose. For a long time, I did not like my dad because he wanted to send me (us) school compulsively; he wanted me (us) to do my (our) homework compulsively and he always lectured me (us) to become a good member of the society.

Since I know my dad, we spent a long span of time together till now. When me and my brothers were studying at the beginning classes, dad took us always to the school. After that he kept himself busy in digging a land to plant his dreams. I could remember that he alone dug the land to make base of the house. He continued it for several days. At the break time, we three brothers would run towards him, he used to give us 2 rupees each and we used to run towards the shop and buy Malagedi (we could buy about 14 of 2 rupees). It was almost 20 years ago. Now I have that nostalgia. My dad did not tire and he made his dream house. We moved to this house from the countryside to the Highway.

When we started to study in class 6, we should pay in school. We had to ask for the money to pay. We never asked our dad for the fee, rather we asked our mom. I used to think that dad had not done anything to our study, only mom knows. But I did not know that dad used to give all money wherever he got or by selling anything: grains, goat, buffalo, milk, ghee, fruits and vegetables. He knew, mother could do best dealing with money, spending appropriately. Mom did.

Dad always feared to increase loans. He took loans to buy lands, but paid on time. When we grew up, mom said we should be grateful towards dad because he did not sell any pieces of land to pay debt. Whatever he has now is all after they started to live separately.

I remember, when the festivals came, dad would go to market and buy new dresses, beaten rice, sugar, soaps, biscuits and many more. He would carry a large sack when he returned to home. Turn by turn we would look at the things. His place would be in the middle when 6 children surround him.

Dad taught us the importance of labor. He emphasized us to be laborious. He had a dream to make me a teacher because that was highly respected job at that time. We 6 brothers and sister should never leave exams regarding the payment at school.

Dad taught us to be a good human being. We should help others to get help from others was his formula of life. He never became jealous with what other people earned. He continued living happily not hurting others, not falling in heavy debt and not earning enemies.

Dad taught us morality. He did not drink alcohol, no smoking, no card and spent vegetarian life since I knew him. For him, social prestige was (is) his property. He became so careful not to lose his gained morality. He did not let us walk immorally.

Dad became angry with us for our betterment.

Dad scolded us not to see us in wrong ways.

Our dad became a good dad because he completed his duties successfully. Now, it’s our turn to be responsible children towards him and mom. To follow his moral guidance. To build up a ground to grow up his dreams. To have happy family members around him. Love you dad.