Parent’s affection and love towards their son or daughter have always left me in wonder, how do they do it? Yeah, I know it’s a silly question, but think about it. I am sure there are times when we feel very much annoyed due to various reasons or activities that had happened in our workplace or college or anywhere and we take out that entire frustration upon them. We sometimes scream at them too. When we feel down and skip dinner, they worry about us and late at night they bring our dinner in our room and request us not to sleep empty stomach.
They just don’t leave our side no matter what. They just don’t stop loving us even if we fail to make them proud. How do they do it? How do they still manage to love us rather than considering us as a dead weight, which they have to carry because they have given birth to us?
I won’t say I have found the answer completely, but now I understand. I didn’t acquire this understanding from any book or theory, but from life instead. Today my article is not about politics or society, or any other thing, today this article is about my own experience which I want to share with everyone, the knowledge which life gave me. Today’s article is about my life and my father’s life, an unexplainable bond which we share even though we have lived separately from each other for many years.
My father is a big alcoholic, and you could say a very precise example of a human becoming his own doom. He was once a topper in hotel management course and was the senior manager of the Taj group of hotels. From Benaras to Jaipur to London, any Taj 5 star deluxe hotel you name it, there was not a single hotel which never heard of my father and where he had not served. It won’t be wrong to say that if things had been good, maybe today I would be living in a well furnished high class flat too. But maybe destiny had something else planned, with high power his drinking habit also increased, and it became such a big issue that it cost him his job. I had to leave my old school cause of my father showing up drunk over there. There had been times when I used to see my mom crying in the kitchen. During his job period, many a times he was home drunk by his colleagues.
As things became worse, my mom had to leave him. From that date, I, my mom and my sister are living with our grandparents. From the story mentioned above, you must be thinking ‘My God, what a selfish brutal man he is!’ but to be honest, I never felt that way, instead I often get worried about him, about his life about his health. Months back I heard he met with an accident due to walking drunk on the street. I convinced my mom to bring him to our house and let him stay with us. He lives with us now. The accident injured his back very badly so he can’t work, but that never bothers me, instead I am happy that he is okay and is in front of my eyes.
In today’s time it’s quite easy to run away from something which bothers us, to get rid of something which gives us bad memories. Of course, sometimes when I look at him all those bad times return back into my head, but he is my father, I can’t throw him away. As a son, he is my responsibility. How can I think like this after all what he did, you will ask? It’s simple, just think about it, would I be here if he had not brought me into this world, he gave me the gift of life and that’s a debt that I can never repay by any other means. Yes, he didn’t take care of me like he should have, but does that mean I should behave the same way with my father? No one’s perfect, but is it wrong to hope that he will get better. May be I wouldn’t be so mature like I am today if life hadn’t shown me and my mom those tough times.
The whole world is based on positive attitude and hope, if we can show these two things to the outer world, then why not to our own family? Yes of course he is wrong, but that doesn’t give me the right to punish him. If he hurts himself due to his own action, I too feel the pain because there is always that unexplainable love present which I have for him.
We can’t behave with our family the way we behave, and deal in the same way with the outer world. We are talking about our family, and it’s up-to us to do our responsibilities, to do whatever it takes to keep our family happy and take care of them. We can throw out old junk from our house, but we can never completely disown a member of our family. Maybe this is how our parents think about their children as well, they don’t think us dead weight instead they love us. We are their blood and they are too, it’s a bond which God has created and we can never defy that no matter what. Even if they are wrong we will always remain their children.
