In my childhood, I was a sheer brat. I never listened to anyone. The minute my father used to go out of house with some work and I didn’t have school then it was very necessary for me to go out as well. Even if I was warned of dire consequences by my mother, I used to go out to play leaving books to flutter in the cool air of fans.
Yes my father was a disciplinarian but I was also a
rebellious in nature. The excitement of going out and play or get myself involved
in the adventurous activity was a bigger lure to brave the thrashes from my
father.
I, with the gang of my friends, used to wander aimlessly in
the deserted places that were some one kilometers away from my home. Those days
having a bicycle for kids of middle class was a luxury and we didn’t have that
luxury but the absence of luxury was in no way any deterrent for me to venture
out.
There was also one more thing that interested me the most
apart from playing. I was fond of the toothsome churans,Golgapps and Ice Golas that used to be sold outside of the
school. I was never allowed the pocket money that was out of proportions but
these proportionate limit of pocket money was not enough for my salivating
greed of tongue.
I wanted to stuff my mouth with every flavours of tangy
churans, and Ice golas. But the scant
pocket money of mine was a real handicap in attaining the Churanic nirvana. I had seen where my father used to keep the
change after returning from the market. That was kind of a piggy bank of our
house. The box in which the change coins used to be put was almost full. So, I decided
to take some coins from that box. In the start, It was quite fun I was stealing
the coins from the box and splurging them on my devil habits of churans and golas. The best part was that nobody in the house ever doubted that
the money was trickling away. Therefore,
my audacity knew no bounds. With no one noticing the pilferage,now I become
real rapacious and wanted more of the churan
and gola dosage. And for that I wanted
to steal more.
One day, I robbed the box of the more coins than of
permissible limits of my larceny exercise. And that rang the alarm. My mother
was the coroner- in- chief who unearthed the heist. She thrashed me and warned
me to be ready for more physical exercises in the evening when my father would
arrive. I was scared to death. When I got caught, I got ashamed of my deeds. I
was feeling very embarrassed. Before getting caught I had never felt that kind
of embarrassing feeling.
I was praying to god seriously for an escape this time.
The evening came and my mother poisoned the ear of my
father. I was standing shuddering before
them. My father listened and moved to bathroom to have his customary evening
bath. I was thinking that he was making some other plans to teach me a lesson
while bathing. But no, even after coming from bathroom he remained calm. He
just said “never do it again!”
And that’s it. I moved forward and with my eyes welled up
hugged him. My mom was really furious seeing me go scot free but I was happy. It
was perhaps the last time that I had hugged my dad. Now I think that he
deserves one more hug for being a great father during all these years.
“This father’s day, I am expressing my love towards my dad by participating in the #HugYourDad activity at BlogAdda in association with Vicks.”
