My dad is no more he passed away two years back exactly a day after I turned 30.I was the youngest in the family and always feel that my father loved my elder brother more. When I grew up and left my home & town for my carrier aspiration, he never spoke to me about where I am going, what company, nothing, in fact I remember he was not at home the day I was leaving. I always complain my mother that he does not love me as he never asked me how am I and doing in my carrier. I felt alone but never realized he was a man of few words and did not express his feelings, but then He felt quite ill and I went back to home to see him, the time I entered his room he cried looking at me and hugged me and hold my hand tight. It was a moment I can still feel and remember when I closed my eyes. Finally, we shared our moment of love, respect, affection and care. He felt very ill after few days and the doctors were not able to do much. It was my birthday morning when I got a call from my brother that he was in ICU. I could not control myself and immediately pack my bags to go home. I still remember the journey every moment which I shared with him rolled over my mind. He passed away the morning I met him in the hospital, we could see each other and I could feel the emotion. We might have achieved good in our life, but the thing I miss the most was that I could not take care of him with give a better life which he gave me during my childhood.
My dad is no more he passed away two years back exactly a day after I turned 30.I was the youngest in the family and always feel that my father loved my elder brother more. When I grew up and left my home & town for my carrier aspiration, he never spoke to me about where I am going, what company, nothing, in fact I remember he was not at home the day I was leaving. I always complain my mother that he does not love me as he never asked me how am I and doing in my carrier. I felt alone but never realized he was a man of few words and did not express his feelings, but then He felt quite ill and I went back to home to see him, the time I entered his room he cried looking at me and hugged me and hold my hand tight. It was a moment I can still feel and remember when I closed my eyes. Finally, we shared our moment of love, respect, affection and care. He felt very ill after few days and the doctors were not able to do much. It was my birthday morning when I got a call from my brother that he was in ICU. I could not control myself and immediately pack my bags to go home. I still remember the journey every moment which I shared with him rolled over my mind. He passed away the morning I met him in the hospital, we could see each other and I could feel the emotion. We might have achieved good in our life, but the thing I miss the most was that I could not take care of him with give a better life which he gave me during my childhood.
My dad is no more he passed away two years back exactly a day after I turned 30.I was the youngest in the family and always feel that my father loved my big brother as he help him in his business. when i grew up and left my home town for my carrier aspiration, he never spoke to me about where am I going which company I am joining, nothing in fact I remember he did not come to the home the day I was leaving home. I always complain my mother that he does not love me as he never asked me how was I and doing in away from home. I felt alone but never realized he was a man of few words and did not express his feelings, but then He felt quite ill and I went back to home to see him, the time I entered his room he cried looking at me and hugged me and hold my hand tight. It was a moment I can still feel and remember when I closed my eyes. Finally, we shared our moment of love, respect, affection and care. He felt very ill after few days and the doctors were not able to do much. It was my birthday morning when I got a call from my brother that he was in ICU. I could not control myself and immediately pack my bags to go home. I still remember the journey every moment which I shared with him rolled over my mind. He passed away the morning I met him in the hospital, we could see each other and I could feel the emotion. We might have achieved good in our life, but the thing I miss the most was that I could not take care of him with give a better life which he gave me during my childhood.
My dad is no more he passed away two years back exactly a day after I turned 30.I was the youngest in the family and always feel that my father loved my big brother as he help him in his business. when i grew up and left my home town for my carrier aspiration, he never spoke to me about were am I going which company I am joining, nothing in fact I remember he did not come to the home the day I was leaving home. I always complain my mother that he does not love me as he never asked me how was I and doing in away from home. I felt alone but never realized he was a man of few words and did not express his feelings, but then He felt quite ill and i went back to home to see him,the time I entered his room he cried looking at me and hugged me and hold my hand tight. It was a moment I can still feel and remember when I closed my eye's. finally We shared our moment of love, respect, affection and care. He felt very ill after few days and the doctors were not able to do much. It was my birthday morning when I got a call from my brother that he was in ICU. I could not control myself and immediately pack my bags to go home. I still remember the journey every moment which I shared with him rolled over my mind. He passed away the morning I met him in the hospital, we could see each other and I could feel the emotion. we might have achieved good in our life, but the thing i miss the most was that I could not take care of him with give a better life which he gave me during my childhood.
My dad died when i was young,about 10 years.Not much memory,but had heard being the first born son,i was his favourite.He was unemployed,due to mill strikes in the 70s,but still managed to enrol me to english medium.He would flaunt my answer sheets and report cards,even though he could never read a word.My dad fed us well and took good care,with all the borrowing that he could.He died and in a movie like manner,told me to take care of the family when i was 10 year old. I have been doing exactly that dad,i am a father too now,but certainly i would never be a dad like you...i miss you..happy fathers day
Always well-dressed and far more social than anyone at a time when being social was not considered a virtue, my father was wildly successful in the early stages of his career but died a broken-hearted man at the age of 45, which is my age today. The problem: caring too much about others/friends/strangers, spending too much for them, and not saving enough for a raing day for his own family. An extremely talented man who could have the world at his feet but died penniless. I am sure there are many such similar stories, but the moral for me in the context of working aboroad is (1) If he lives with you or close to you, treat him with respect. (2) If he is far away, do something special for him (may be simple as a phonecall to say you love him) and thank whoever invented Father's Day that you were forced to remember him on at least 1 day. Its not whether the custom is Indian or western or Russian or eastern or Christian or Muslim or Jewish. Honor thy parents is universal, and those who don't, only need to wait for a few years because their children are learning by observing their behaviour towards their parents. So to all the dads and moms in the world: we salute you.
There is heavy difference between indian culture and western culture. The reason for celebrating fathers day in western countries is to remember their father on that particular day. Because of the system, the person might not living with his/her actual father. Fathers day is to remember actual father and spend some quality with him for that particular day only. This is far far different from our indian culture. I always that our culture is very different. But it is unfortunate that western values are creeping into our culture.I am in USA for last 12 years and I felt very bad about Americans. Most of the americans are left alone(living alone) with no one to trust. I agree that they do have money(Can make money) . But Money is not the only parameter in life. In India, I was raised in combined family culture. I felt that combined family values are very good. But anyhow it is upto individuals to follow what they want.
In the West, People live there home and go on there own so to remember their parents, they have this this kind of days. But here in India, we stay with our parents if not we will be in constant touch.
Re: this is western culture
by Ani Raag on Jun 15, 2010 03:47 PM
Do you go around in lungis/dhotis just because it is Indian culture....no...I am sure you wear trousers which is a western culture. Even the comment that you have made is in English..which is again not an Indian language...then why are you finding celebrating Father's Day as a western culture...nobody is forcing you to celebrate.
Re: Re: Re: this is western culture
by Satya Kumar on Jun 16, 2010 12:36 PM
I support Refan on his comments. I think he is not referring to how we live or should live. But, on the comments made. It is important for our generation to understand and learn the CORE BASIC HUMAN VALUES THAT OUR PARENTS TAUGHT US. I stay in US. Even in US, the relationship of Abhishek Mande is not common. Anyways, good luck with Ani and Bunty. This gives a picture of how you were nurtured.
You don't know the value of eye, when it is there. I love you Bava, you had struggled a lot for us and certainly you have achieved to some extent. I love you Bava for all the good things you have done to me, I miss you now, not even me all your grandchildren miss you. Tears are still rolling down my eyes when I think about you...I hope that you will here from where ever you. May the almighty forgive the smal sins (not much) you have made and make a suitable place for you in the heaven. We all love you and miss you. You will live in our hearts for ever. Happy Father's day.
