Hi , I know that I am poor in English and try my best to make it understandable to all of you. Here is my first story regarding my close friend's father which he told me.
I also saw my friend's father very closely from my childhood. He was a simple middle class man. I am mentioning "was" because He is no more now. I want to tell you few incidents which I have observed in his life. 30 years ago He was working in a tea shop to continue his studies [currently you might be thinking about modi :), but this is true] . After that He got a job in small government office. He got married and is having three children and my friend is one among them. He joined his children in a good private school and he was working for extra time to support his family needs. One day it was my friend's birthday and he became 9 or 10 years old , His parents usually buy him new clothes and chocolates on his every birthday but this time his father didn't have money to bring him new clothes. He didn't celebrate his birthday because of this and he cried and was moody all over the day. His Father felt very bad by seeing his children like this and while returning back to home he bought a new dress as well as chocolates for him[ He might have borrowed money from someone]. His son I mean my friend was very sad, slept without having dinner when his father arrives home. His Father and Mother woke up their son and wear him the new dress and given him chocolates to distribute, Their son was very happy and he wore the new dress distributed chocolates to all his family members that night. my friend told that is his unforgettable birthday. I felt this is what father's love is and thought of sharing with you.
Once I and my friend thought of joining a coaching institute to get better ranks in engineering exam in 2006.So I, my friend and his father also coming with us to join both of us in a coaching institute which is in some other city. We were waiting in a bus stop for a bus, there was a seating place for passengers who waits for a bus in bus stop. I observed no one was sitting there because someone spitted there. My friend's father saw that and cleaned it with his hand and he didn't even use a piece of paper. My friend asked his father why did you clean it with your hand? His father replied "Nothing will happen to me if i clean it and wash my hands but if we left like this that will effect all". Then I and my friend felt the importance of cleanliness. I started liking him from that time and which intended me to write about him.
There are many events in his father's life like this but I thought of ending it now by telling his final times of his life in 2006. He was suffering from a problem related to lungs and he never revealed this to his wife and children. He was working very hard for his family and children who were studying at that time when he left his last breath. My friend was helping his father during his last days in his office related to accounts. He was advising his father "you were not feeling well,very week and you need some rest. please put leave and will go to good hospital for treatment" But his father was not listening to him and said "Nothing will happen to me and no need to go to doctor. I can manage and complete my work because there is an inspection from higher authorities" and one more thing is he didn't get the leave approval from his manager later. His health was becoming worse and finally he got sick leave for a week. Finally he joined in a government hospital for treatment. It will become another story if i start telling the situation of government hospitals in India as we all know. The time which my friend and his family spent was very tough during those days.
The next day he left his last breath leaving his family. He got a promotion letter the day he left this world. "God is crazy"
This is the story of my friend's father and thought of sharing with you all.
I also saw my friend's father very closely from my childhood. He was a simple middle class man. I am mentioning "was" because He is no more now. I want to tell you few incidents which I have observed in his life. 30 years ago He was working in a tea shop to continue his studies [currently you might be thinking about modi :), but this is true] . After that He got a job in small government office. He got married and is having three children and my friend is one among them. He joined his children in a good private school and he was working for extra time to support his family needs. One day it was my friend's birthday and he became 9 or 10 years old , His parents usually buy him new clothes and chocolates on his every birthday but this time his father didn't have money to bring him new clothes. He didn't celebrate his birthday because of this and he cried and was moody all over the day. His Father felt very bad by seeing his children like this and while returning back to home he bought a new dress as well as chocolates for him[ He might have borrowed money from someone]. His son I mean my friend was very sad, slept without having dinner when his father arrives home. His Father and Mother woke up their son and wear him the new dress and given him chocolates to distribute, Their son was very happy and he wore the new dress distributed chocolates to all his family members that night. my friend told that is his unforgettable birthday. I felt this is what father's love is and thought of sharing with you.
Once I and my friend thought of joining a coaching institute to get better ranks in engineering exam in 2006.So I, my friend and his father also coming with us to join both of us in a coaching institute which is in some other city. We were waiting in a bus stop for a bus, there was a seating place for passengers who waits for a bus in bus stop. I observed no one was sitting there because someone spitted there. My friend's father saw that and cleaned it with his hand and he didn't even use a piece of paper. My friend asked his father why did you clean it with your hand? His father replied "Nothing will happen to me if i clean it and wash my hands but if we left like this that will effect all". Then I and my friend felt the importance of cleanliness. I started liking him from that time and which intended me to write about him.
The next day he left his last breath leaving his family. He got a promotion letter the day he left this world. "God is crazy"
This is the story of my friend's father and thought of sharing with you all.
