My Father's Strict Nature Made An Another Me

He said, " You are not going to achieve anything. You are incapable of it! This is not your cup of tea!" This line will remain in my heart forever as whatever I'm today or achieving anything is because of this very line.

My life has been a cakewalk for me till the year 2005. I belong to a financially well-developed family. I was told that my grandfather was Surgeon and my Grandmother was a teacher and my father too was a socially stable and renowned Cardiologist. I lost my mother very early. Since then my father was my only mother and father. 

Earlier in my childhood, I used to think that because of being a Heart doctor (Cardiologist) my father's heart doesn't work efficiently. He never played with me and whenever we got time to chat he always insisted I study. This typical nature of my father towards his 10-year-old son craved the way of bitterness and disagreement between us. But I was a crazy stubborn child who used to disobey his order and play all the time. I loved my grandparents the most because I think that only these two creatures are the only person who understands me. However, my father was also not very tense about my education till I was in Standard 11th.

As I was having my board exams of class 12th my father started insisting on me more to study to get a good college. I had a dream of becoming a doctor since my childhood. But helpless of my habit I ignored his advice and finally, the day of the result came and I scored only 65 per cent in my 12th exam. However for me, I thought it was quite a good score but for my father, it was a rubbish score. He hold me and told thousands of things, reprimand me and even slapped me.

That night is remembered by me till now. I spent that whole night crying and sobbing in front of my mother's smiling photo frame. I missed her terribly. I hated my father the most.

For me being a crazy brat it was affected to me till 1 month.

On 15th January something terrible happened in my life that changed my life. 

I appeared for the first competitive exam of my life NEET. I failed badly and the reason was again the same I didn't work hard for the exam.

My father had sent to me a hostel with his hard-earned money. He thought that it's not my fault he thought that it was the surrounding that has affected my studies. So I went to Kota for preparation and was again helpless by nature instead of studying I did everything. I was addicted to all the bad habits a student should be far from. I started speaking lies, making excuses and many more.

Again in the year, I sat for the exam and as a result of my carelessness, I failed terribly. Before I could think of an excuse this time. I got a call from my father.

My father told me," You are a dark horse you can't do anything. You are useless. You are not going to achieve anything. You are a crazy brat. I already told you it's not your cup of tea. You and your dream both are a waste."

This was the first time my father told me such a thing. I was shocked and filled with anger. Apart from all this, the first thing I loved more than my grandparents was my dream of becoming" Nation's Best Doctor"

But I was triggered when he said my dream was a waste and an uncontrolled me called him and challenged him that I will not only clear this exam in the next year but will be the most successful person in life and then you will realise it.

My father gazed at my angered eye for a minute and told,' Done'. He told me it's do or die opportunity for you otherwise you are not my son nor I am your father."

After almost working hard every day with only the feeling to prove myself. I toiled hard each and every minute pushed myself in every weak aspect. 

And my hard work paid off after I got selected in NEET with Rank 1 all India. With tears of happiness, I came to my father and with pride showed my certificate. He left with an unforgettable smile on his face.

Now It's been 10 years since I became a successful doctor. It's been 5years since I lost my father. He was my hero, my guiding light and the best person. I never knew what was my father's real occupation until I operated on him for the last time. After getting his medical report I got to know his lungs are fully damaged as he was working in a factory. Yes, he was a factory worker. I was told he was a doctor but I never paid attention in filling my form as it was always filled by my father.

Now, I can feel the sacrifices he made for me. He made curtailment in his medicine to make this study brat "Nations Best Doctor". He angered me that day so that I can become a person with an identity and not live a life he lived.

He was always sceptical about me and criticised me so that I know the nuances and nitty-gritty of everything. He never made me feel lack about and told me this lie so that I didn't feel low.

I'm thankful to my father for being sceptical in nature or using harsh words because it made me the successful person I am today.

And today when I'm receiving this award, "I would owe this award to a blessing in disguise my father and I would say my Father's sceptical nature craved a way to a newer me an another me"