I got a Rolex watch when I topped my 12th
standard from my dad as gift, I was so happy, my constant motivator and a true
guide for my career and future. I am so glad that I was a brilliant student
throughout my schooling, my dad with my highest scoring and brilliancy at
science and mathematics wanted me to make a doctor. I never thought of breaking it, he knows what
I needed to be, what profession need I choose and which path should I follow.
But the reality of life, career and passion never has its own boundary and it
tends to alter with time and atmosphere we brought up. Despite my father love
and care and support I ultimately flouted his dream imposed in me. But I was
never wrong neither did my father.
One of The hardest thing in life, is to challenge
those wishes who deeply care about you, you don’t only need the courage to
defy, it is more with a negotiation that comes with the deep discussion with
the people that matters in your life. I never disagree with my dad, with his
profound knowledge combined with experience has something to proffer to me as an
adviser for life and career. Up until I finish my 12th grade, I was
the same kid of my dad, almost guided by my father, brought me up with his commands,
and I never knew what I ever wanted in my life, since I had my dad controlled
all my desires and aspiration for life. One fine night at a dinner, chicken
chilly by my side, and my favorite. At the middle of the dinner, dad broke the
silence, I have talked with one of the top college for your further study, I had
revealed your percentage to the admission committee as well, your grades are
highly appreciated and eligible for 100% scholarship. And I have decided that tomorrow
we are leaving for a college visit, 155 km away from here. I could not
disagree. My dad, my road map.
12 months later I realize that anything except
management is not meant for me, thanks to my physics and chemistry teacher who
did not give me 2 marks as a grace, had they made me pass I could have thought
to continue, it is only then I realize something more than this has stored for
me at future. Papa was not happy with the way I behave with my studies; he even
could not believe his eyes for many years. he did not speak a word since then.
I choose management, until something great happens I wasn’t sure management is
all waiting for me. Before I graduate, I chose to visit my dad once, see him
how he is doing. One day before I leave back home, I received a long message
that simply stated “son, I know you since you are born, I presume I am the only
one who can guide you, but you prove me wrong. I dream about you and want to
prepare a young and dynamic doctor for the nation, I have nothing to say now.
Your mom could have been so happy if she would have had seen you being a
doctor, I thought you could save many people life and never let people suffer
from the disease which your mom went through, all the best my son. All I want
to say to you is I have moved from this place. Now like your mom your father is
no more with you. I will never appreciate any of your call or try to find me.
This was the most disheartening moment in my life, I
never expect dad could go such extreme to lose me, all I was left is with experimentation
of life with the series of hope, independence. It was really a tough time,
without talking to dad my days never went as good as I wanted. All I have is
the Rolex watch to remember him. My days went good at college if not the best,
friends and teacher remains supportive and that gave me a lot of hope for the
future and the career I was trying to build. 20 years gone dad still kept
silent, he must have turned 76 by now.
Are you Puskar? Umm yes, it’s me Puskar at the phone, may I
know who is at the other side? Son, I am Pravakar, friend of your father, I
ping you to say that your father is in hospital. And he has been here from the
last 4 days, what happened to my dad? I
am confused. Please tell me what happened to him, where is he now? Your father is diagnosed with a cancer, but
you don’t worry, I am with your father, I am going to give you the address, you
just follow. He rushed toward the address
given and reached the hospital on the next day. Receptionist guided him to
visit room no 291 at the 3rd floor where his dad was admitted. It
was almost 20 years we both kept silent, and it must be disheartening to him
seeing his dad lying on bed with a severe disease.
As he took a lift for the 3rd
floor, as he approached to the room 291, there was Mr. Pravakar waiting for him,
waved at him and took Puskar inside the room where his dad was kept, as soon as
they both enter the room dad along with few doctors looked at them, surprisingly
all the doctors greeted Mr. Puskar with a huge respect, dad got surprised to
see that why all the doctors giving such an enormous admiration to my son, Dad calmly
asked to the doctors, that’s my son, your colossal respect for him surprise me
a lot. He is a true reflection of a leader, how can we forget his help during
our studies and he is the owner of one of the most reputed and valued Medical
and Science institute, and we have got the degree from his college, one of the
doctor replied to his dad. He continued, now it is our true privilege to contribute
back an exceptional handling to his father. Dad could not halt his tears.
As I loomed near to my dad, embraced his hand firmly,
a progressive vibes permeate across my body, I feel so safe and secure, 20 long
years has vanished so fast. Dad I am so
sorry I could not be a good doctor you aspire, I could not be the one to
mitigate people suffering from severe ill and disease, I am so sorry dad. You
have produced one of the greatest doctors possible, dad responded, tear in his
eyes. You are a true leader my son, do you remember this watch dad? always my
son, you know dad it is the only thing I have as a memory since I left you, I
never forget you, as I reminisce you, your watch kept me inspired every
second of my life. Thank you dad.
Writer: Mr. Rajesh Prasad Bhandari
President: PVP Nepal, Province no. 7
BBA Program Director, Brixton College
Phone: 9805422784
Email: tfabodoc@gmail.com
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