At 15
I hate my father. You want
reason? I can give thousands. Do not get confused and I am really talking about
my father who has brought me into the world. All my failures and pain and aches
are attributed to him. When I was a
child, he never gave me the things what I deserved as a child. He never
understood me nor provided me the support emotionally when I need the most.
When I went to school, I was not given enough pocket money. I was never allowed
to hang out with my friends, forget about late nights but not even late
evenings. He was damn strict. He was so cruel too. He always punished me for
even small mistakes. (Whether it was intended or unintended…!) He never bought
for me any branded shoes nor designer shirts. When I dreamed and desired to
ride a sporty, stylish motorcycle with 500+ cc, he gave me 125 cc. He every
time failed to meet my requirement of any or every sort and overlooked my
taste. When all my friends were having smarter phones in style I only had
not-so-cheap phone which I had to keep in hide.
When I was going to college, all the things were changed except my
father. My dresses, bike, sport gears, sun glass, watch and phone all were not
at all good and I struggled a lot to cope up with my colleagues’ fashion and
trend. I was not at all happy not even one day. I use to talk with him not very
often and he always talked with me about God. (By the way, do I really need God
and godly things in early twenties?) He was so boring and out-of-age. He can’t
think about my comfort, pleasure or my freedom. He treated me as a gauged
parrot – fed well, dressed well yet can’t fly freely in the sky.
At 25
I love father so much. You want
reason? I can give thousands. When I was child, he provided all the best things
for me according to his ability. Though he was going through lot of problems
and troubles, he tried to support me and to spend as much time with me as he
can. Yet we had great debt burden, largely borrowed for building a sweet home
for us and for our education, my dad never failed to meet any of my needs. He
sometimes punished me badly and it pained a lot but now it gives great joy to
understand that without it I would have gone astray. He was a man of discipline
and wanted me to live the same so that I can reach the position in life (sure
we did…!) which is destined for me. He bought me a brand new bike when I asked
him to buy a used one. He knew very well that what the important thing in life
is and He had shown me – ‘The Way’ and without it I would have been lost
everything. He might not have provided me
the branded and fancy stuff to wear as I desired but made sure that I am, his child,
having beautiful heart full of love. He talked about only God at all time and
it was not well received by me that time but now I am talking the same God to
my kids. I thought I did not have any freedom at home but now I realized that
freedom is having a different meaning altogether in life – Freedom is not
having the liberty to do anything but enjoying
the given authority wisely. I love my DAD with all my heart ….!
