After a big struggle and discussion, finally got PUC admission for my son into one of the best college in Bangalore. It was not a matter of not getting admission into college, it was all about Fees to pay! He got selected in four leading colleges and he preferred one among them which has expensive fee structure. Initially, hesitated and said 'No' to that college. Honestly told him that could not afford to pay the fees. But, with the points he defended made my mind to change. As usual, arranged money and paid fees for admission. Felt proud to made my son happy!
I just shared this experience with one of my young colleague. He is such a hard worker. He has raised in his life by his own effort and perseverance. With the pride, expressed him that how many parents are fulfilling such wishes of their children. Despite of my ability, I had afford to fulfill my son's wish. He listened and looked at my face sharply. I just asked him about his alma matter and curious to know whether he was able to choose his college for his higher studies at my son's age.
He smiled and paused for a while. He said, "I was an average student and got a decent score in my tenth standard. And, of course I got selected for PUC in the same school where did my tenth standard, that too in my preferred group (science stream). But, from eighth standard onwards started knowing the pain of paying school expenses. My father suffered a lot with family's commitments. He was the only bread earner of the family and looking after his aged parents, in-laws, two daughters wedding expenses. Surprisingly, he never been worried (of course not expressed to us) and never been proud of his doings. Once my mother was telling him to admit me into a government school to save money some extent. He strongly disagreed and told my mother that children should not think money matters for their studies. All I listened from my sleep. Suddenly, I felt matured and proud of my father and to share his burden at the age of fourteen. From then, I started working as a part time by delivering newspaper and milk to houses at morning.Initially, my parents scolded and not allowed to work. I was stubborn and convinced them would stop it after vacation. But, with my grand mother's support and encouragement continued even after school reopened.
Though I got a seat from the same school, I lied him that not interested in higher studies and especially that school. My plan to work and earn for my family. My father's health also got deteriorated day by day.
My parents shocked to hear about my decision. I got a tight slap from my father, that was my first ever slap in my life. More than my pain, understood his pain. Finally, compromised some extent to study part time in a government college. Earlier I worked for part time. Then, studied for part time!"
I felt small in front of him after his conversation.
Just remembered a Tamil saying "உன்னிலும் மிக்கார் உலகில் பலர் உளர் !"
I just shared this experience with one of my young colleague. He is such a hard worker. He has raised in his life by his own effort and perseverance. With the pride, expressed him that how many parents are fulfilling such wishes of their children. Despite of my ability, I had afford to fulfill my son's wish. He listened and looked at my face sharply. I just asked him about his alma matter and curious to know whether he was able to choose his college for his higher studies at my son's age.
He smiled and paused for a while. He said, "I was an average student and got a decent score in my tenth standard. And, of course I got selected for PUC in the same school where did my tenth standard, that too in my preferred group (science stream). But, from eighth standard onwards started knowing the pain of paying school expenses. My father suffered a lot with family's commitments. He was the only bread earner of the family and looking after his aged parents, in-laws, two daughters wedding expenses. Surprisingly, he never been worried (of course not expressed to us) and never been proud of his doings. Once my mother was telling him to admit me into a government school to save money some extent. He strongly disagreed and told my mother that children should not think money matters for their studies. All I listened from my sleep. Suddenly, I felt matured and proud of my father and to share his burden at the age of fourteen. From then, I started working as a part time by delivering newspaper and milk to houses at morning.Initially, my parents scolded and not allowed to work. I was stubborn and convinced them would stop it after vacation. But, with my grand mother's support and encouragement continued even after school reopened.
Though I got a seat from the same school, I lied him that not interested in higher studies and especially that school. My plan to work and earn for my family. My father's health also got deteriorated day by day.
My parents shocked to hear about my decision. I got a tight slap from my father, that was my first ever slap in my life. More than my pain, understood his pain. Finally, compromised some extent to study part time in a government college. Earlier I worked for part time. Then, studied for part time!"
I felt small in front of him after his conversation.
Just remembered a Tamil saying "உன்னிலும் மிக்கார் உலகில் பலர் உளர் !"
