Saturday, 18 January 2014

The Real Story of My Father

My Father Hari Singh comes from a very ordinary background from a small town Bhondsi, located in district Gurgaon, away from its glittering metropolis of contemporary NCR. He never had king-sized dreams which couldn’t fit into his modest life & idealistic lifestyle, raised by parents who had high regards and self-esteem.

He grew up into a humble young man who knew the skies well but never tried to leave his footprints on them. He has been a man driven by ethos and love for humanity & did very well know that humanity is the only faith in world. Life was going smooth until this man of principles witnessed a national trauma by the end of year 1992, and couldn’t bear the pain of loss India was left to suffer from, entire country was burning in the communal fire, and what security forces did as part of relief practices was scanty enough to spark an ire amongst the true sons of soil. India’s safety & security was on stake and the citizens were left to watch it fade into ashes.

Who stands & watches when the home is burning? Things my father did were just to extinguish the fire our country was burning into, it was neither for a political motive nor for the sake of being a popular social activist who could boast of his achievements later in life and reap uneven and undue benefits out of it. Hari Singh did what was best according to him, if one could only respect his motive and intention.

To me it’s a great honour that I am his child, when I look at the bravado he had shown in standing up against corruption prevalent in the country. He echoed a Satyagraha which the nation needed badly in those hard times of fallacy & injustice on a mass level. Fighting for a national interest should not be equated with crime with entrapment of legal definitions of the acts done.

Having imparted his value based education to students whom he taught while as a teacher, he had become famous as an idealistic person in the vicinity, his fame grew good with passing years, and grew his family expenses which forced him to take up a slightly commercial job in a freight forwarding company, having made some deposits he started a small business and got busy with life and its everyday challenges.  1992’s end saw riots broking out in the country and it awakened the conscience of my father, after which he decided to act reasonably in order to safeguard the interests of country. All he did was just for the sake of nation, and here we are, asking the nation to help the patriot in my father, who has been living a painful life away from the family he always placed next to nation. We request you to be his guardian in his crusade against corruption, help us so that we may help him.



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