My role model: My dad

Fathers are important part of everyone's life. They are the first to guide us in life. They teach us to walk, to behave and much more. They toil hard to make our lives better.

My dad is a simple, middle-class, common Indian. His life revolves around me, my mom and his work. He has been working hard 9 am to 6 pm daily to ensure we live well. Saving each penny so that I can study without hassles. He is simple man, has minimum needs, but has strong ethics. He has never compromised his integrity and that makes me proud.

I somehow, always try to copy him. My mom says once, when I was 4 years old, I even put on a shaving cream by seeing him do that everyday.

He has no tolerance towards mis-behaviour, that inculcated a sense of behaving well.

Also, He never stopped me from pursuing my interests, but always cautioned me about the realities of life.

I remember an incident.

One day, My dad asked me to get some money from a friend of him. He gave me the address and I went there. The house was pretty small. The family seemed to be a lower middle class one. I met my dad’s friend, He was kind and was delighted to see me. We started talking. After sometime, he said “Your dad is a very kind man, in this not so kind world. Few years back, My wife was severly ill, I urgently needed some money. No one was ready to lend me money, that’s when your dad gave this money to me. He was a former colleague of me..”.

I can not express my happiness and pride. Its gestures like these that makes an otherwise common man, a special one

I owe, whatever qualities, i possess to him..:)

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तालाब

Hello everybody! It has been a long time! In this piece, I wanted to talk about myself. As many of you would have observed or knew that I am an introvert or a not-so-social person. Poetry is a perfect outlet for people like me. Hope you like this. P.S. तालाब is a metaphor मैं तालाब हूँ| सतत बहना मेरा मिज़ाज नहीं, न मैं चट्टानों से लड़ने का दावा करता हूँ| मैं दूसरे नदियों या की तालाबों से भी, ज्यादा मिलता जुलता नहीं हूँ! मेरे ख्याल में नदी खुदको , बड़ी खूबी से market करती है ! प्रस्ताव, पानी की आवाज़ और पर्वतों से बहने का दो दृश्य दिखाकर, आकर्षित करती है! और दूसरी और देखो तो मैं , निशब्द, अपने आप में एक संसार | न कोई आकर्षण, न कोई अदा, मेरा परिचय ही चुप्पी है| कहने को है बहुत कुछ मुझे भी, बस जुर्रत नहीं कहने की| बेचने नहीं आता मुझे, तो तसल्ली के लिए कह देता हूँ की बिकाऊ नहीं हूँ| मेरे तेवर से तुम्हें, जलन की बू आ रही होगी, पानी का बना हूँ, पर मुझमें ज़रा सी जलन है | शायद जलन नहीं है, शायद नदी जैसा बन्ने की, एक तीव्र ललक है|

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