A reflection of a loving father

A reflection of a loving father

My life has never been as tough as it should have been for I have been continuously under the supervision of caring parents—mum and dad. Well, I have seen many people undergoing a great struggle in their daily lives unlike me. I have seen many people with a broken dream moving on with life. Many people must not have known what comfort and good life are; they might not have known what it feels to have a supporting father and an inspiring mum; many people might not have experienced the feeling of being motivated and trusted caring dad and a loving mum.

I feel proud to write that my entire life has been ruled by pleasant thoughts—thoughts of being proud of having a great father. There was never a time I ever thought that I am going fail badly; that I am going to be prevented cherishing my dreams. As long as you have a shadow of your parents following you; their love and affection embracing you all the time and holding your hands and leading you, you will never be left hopeless and shattered. Your dreams will see the light of reality. Your life will be a wonderful gift to you. Your destiny will be a pleasant phenomenon.

For many lucky people, your father is a savior; a fulfiller of your dreams, and a guide of your life. My father has been such a notable figure in my life. If I don’t speak to you about him, I am not gonna forgive myself. I must write about him and remind you how great our father is.

When I performed well in studies, he was happier than me. I have seen him boasting and blowing the trumpet. Whenever and wherever he met people, the topic he used to discuss was about my performance. Although I   used to feel shy when he used to talk of my performance and remain away, I thought, one day I would make him prouder than what he was then. I wanted to see him making endless talk about me with others. I wanted work harder every day. I wanted to see him happy about his children.

My primary schooling was very wonderful time to cherish. My father used to give me money every day—sometimes Nu 5 and sometimes Nu 2.This would help me buy four cookies costing Nu 2, and a Miranda Pepsi packed in a small cylindrical plastic. Sometimes, I used to buy rice flakes and share with my friends. In the evening, when my class got over, my father would buy me Nimki(a salty mitghai) and I would go home eating it along the way. Sometimes, he used to buy me a packet of Thin biscuits. This practice of his made me earn a lot of friends because not everyone’s father did like mine. Many friends would walk home with, me eating with me. My father had even instructed many shopkeepers to lend me whatever I ordered, on credits. Such scheme of his however didn’t thrill me for I never wanted to get things on credits.

Soon after I graduated my primary schooling, class eight, I was to go far away to a boarding School. My father was excited, then. Although he didn’t have an original source of his own to earn money, he borrowed from a neighbor promising him to pay paddy as interest annually. He gave me Nu 5000/- to   buy necessities for schooling. It was more than I expected, more than I deserved. I had made a list of things amounting to Nu 3000/- and asked him the same. He gave me more than what I actually desired for. It was a huge sum, at least for me. Off to school went I.  My mum and dad struggled with paddy cultivation and at the end of the year, harvested enough to pay interest. However, sad thing to note, then, was that the money lenders demanded paddy that yielded delicious rice—khamti and masino were the only rice accepted. And, the worst thing was, is and will be that those varieties of rice yielded less in a huge land (Where an acre of land with OR yielded one metric tons, Khamti and Masino variety yield only around 200 -400 kg).

The very fact that we owned only around 60 Decimal wetland that yielded amount that is just enough to pay interest, made us paralyzed in ability. We had to cultivate other land as a sharecropper. Lender used to come with sacks and additional porters at the end of the year. This happened every year and each year the share for interest increased-- doubled, tripled and then quadrupled. However, as long as someone studies well, everyone’s parents will be happy to expand money on their children. My study was good; they felt encouraged to expend on me. My younger brother who got double promotion in class one also used to fare well in studies.

After I qualified for tertiary studies to CNR, he was further inspired and happy. He used to keep his spirit of giving more amount of money than I required, continued. He still was happy and afforded me.

Today where I stand is all his power to push me forward with inspiration and enough support. If what I can cherish as my life, today is what his unconditional love has afforded. His continued support, encouragement and guidance in conjunction with my loving mum pushed me to this platform.