Aaj se sraddh ke din shuru ho gaye.Mere yahan tathakathit Shraddh me vishvas nahee kiya jata .Mai in dino apne Pita ki tarah apne Poorvajon ko yaad karke :unke bataae hue sanmarg per chalkar unhe shraddhanjali deta hun .Sabse pahle mai apne pujya Pita ko smaran kar raha hun jinhone mujhe ek sachcha insan banaya.; Mere Pita Army se ritire hue the .wo sachche deshbhakt the . Unhone hum 6 brothers ko bahut achchhe sanskar diye ; humara palan poshan is tarah kiya ki aaj hum sub bhai apne 2 kshetra me no 1 per hain.Mujhe garv hai ki hum sabhi bhai apne karm path per nirvighn chal rahe hain .Mere pita ki pahlee shiksha thee "Anyay ke aage kabhi mut jhuko ".Tab mai bahut chhota tha jab ek baar police mere gaon aayee aur Daroga ne choree ke aarop me mere gaon ke ek aise vyakti ko pakad liysa jo ek pair se lachar tha.Enqury karte 2 daroga ne usko Marne ke lie Thappad chalaya hi tha ki mere Pita ne Daroga ka haath pakad liya aur jor se chillakar kaha "Darogaji aap ek begunah aadmi per is tarah haath nahee utha sakte ".Daroga ne Pitaji ki taraf dekha aur haath rok diya. Fir pitaji aur us daroga ke beech kuchh der bshas huee baad me daroga ne us vyakti ko chhod diya.Mitro yeh us samay ki baat hai jub ek Sipahee ko dekhkar gramin log ghar me chhup jaate the.Mere pita humaree padhaaee per bahut dhyan dete the.wo hum bhaion ko Rajneeti ki :Army ki :bahut saaree baaten bataya karte the.Maths ke question wo khub poochhte the.My father was real hero for me .His works :his thoughts are inspiration for me.He always had special love for me.I have a very sentimental memorable event which shows the bond of love between Father and me.I was about 10 years old naughty boy at that time.One old man named Kalika was coming from the market bringing musterd oil in a tin on the carrier of the cycle.He was also bringing some Posters regarding election propoganda.These posters were put with oil tin. I had a great passion for those election posters to read "JANSA NGH KO VOTEDO ".As soon as I saw the Posters :I ran towards the cycle and just pulled the posters.But with posters in my hands :kalika fell down with cycle and The Full Tin Musterd oil was falling on the ground .Within few minutes the oil was on the road and there was rush on the road.Everybody present there was tslking about my fault.I was very nervous and felt my bad doing.Now I realised my mistake and fearing my father I ran away from the scene.I had been sitting in a dark place near the temple of my village.Afeter about 6 hours I felt hungry but due to fear I dint go home and sat there.At about 5 pm I saw father was coming towards there .I slowly started to walk towards the house . Father was standing the direction from where he could see me .When I reached near the house I just saw him . He was going towards the market now.When I reached the house MOTHERwas also worried.I asked mother "Where is Bappa ?"She said :"he has gone to the market".I realised that before going to the market he was Ensuring well being of me because Market was in opposit directoin of the place where I was hidding myself.But climax was not over.When he came from the msrket it was dark enough.He just stopped the cycle.Bag was tugging with handle.All of us means :the 6 brothers were present in the Angan but after coming there father said "Vinno go and take the bag ".I just ran and took the bag and when I opened there was my favorite Bhindee and Banana which I liked most.Father did not say a single word about the Musterd oil falling story.I still remebered how he searched me and ensured himself that his most favorit son is safe.Us din ke baad Maine apne jeevan me kabhi koi Shaitanee nahee ki.Mai apne pita ka sada rinee rahunga.
Posted on: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 18:11:14 +0000
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