BEGINNING OF JOURNEY

I just born today. Everyone in our family is very happy, I am the first baby of our family. My Dada(Grandpa) gifted me a golden chain, my Dadima(Grandma) gifted me silver coin with my name engraved over it. Yes at the very birth of mine my Dada named me. Its my nickname though. It was a very marvellous day in our family. Ours a joint family comprised of my Dada, Dadima, my parents my three small aunts and four little uncles. Yes my uncles and aunts are of same age of mine, some two, three or one year older than me, after my birth my Dadima gave birth of three more male child. My parents are teenagers when I was born. They are of same age, moreover my mom is one year older than my dad. All these facts I came to know when I was a little grown up boy. My dad was a student of matriculation when I was born and yet to complete his studies. After my birth and birth of my sister he has completed his graduation and degree of law.

My Dada was a renowned social worker of the locality and also a reputed person. He has founded a Junior High School at the locality with the help of his other friends and made my dad the first head master of the school. But after serving one year or two my dad has thrown away his service as a head master and joined the legal profession. My dad, the person I failed to understand throughout my life. A man with versatile genius, but he has not done justice with his genius. I can never say him a fickle minded person, it would be my audacity to say such word about him. But to some extent he was a self centred person and keep himself busy with all his hobbies and habits. A self made man, a good photographer, a good teacher, a good self motivational speaker and above all an excellent lawyer. Jack of all trades, but master of none. A bad husband, a bad parent and an worst family member. He has fulfilled most of his dreams of life but failed to understand his near and dear ones. He has millions of friends and followers over world wide but has got no value in his family. Really very strange, isn't it?

Me too was also surprised when I've first discovered the fact. I was a tender boy then and on the Puja Vacation my dad suddenly went in a tour to Delhi for one month with his friends by spending all his savings leaving behind his wife and two children penniless. There are many instances of this types. But to my sheer astonishment I've never heard my mom to make any complaint about my father for the reasons best known to herself. This happens till the last day of his life. He was died penniless and without treatment because he has spent all his savings, properties to fulfil his dreams. He lived like a king and died like a dog, though he has a family. But still I respect my dad, and have no complaint about him and praying for him to Allah daily to forgive him and be mercy upon him because he was my dad.