“Thirty years ago in this very room, my father told me a few things,
things that I want to tell you today. He said life offers you many
paths to choose from. You have to choose the one that is right, the
one where you never have to bend down, one where you never fall. Never
take any step that will bring shame to your family name or prestige. I
have not forgotten his words till today, and neither should you.
Promise me that you will follow the traditions of this family.
Promise me that you will never compromise the self respect of this
“I promise Papa, that I will always keep the family name flying high.
I promise you that I will always keep you happy… always Papa.”
I knew from that very moment that I had to keep my promise. My family
were of a very high caste, we were wealthy and lived in a beautiful
mansion in the heart of India, the country of dreams. But now
everything has changed. They don’t mean anything to me now. Just
memories from the past. This is my story…
Having just graduated from Oxford University in London, I came home to
a beautiful welcoming in my home where all my family was present and
celebrations were taking place. The whole mansion was alight with
happiness, music and dancing to celebrate my homecoming. I was talking
to one of my old childhood friends Naina. She was a close family
friend who had always been there for me; I had missed her a lot during
my time in London.
My father clanked his glass and stood up. I was hoping he wouldn’t
embarrass me with another one of his speeches.
“Today my son, you have made me very proud. And before everyone t...
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goodbyes while my father was still standing there and hadn’t moved a
finger. Not one tear in his eye. He didn’t even see me before I left.
I touched my father’s feet but got no blessing. I waited for a moment
for him to say something but he said nothing.
My mother said to Anjali,
“Promise me you’ll never let tears come in his eyes” She nodded
violently. She gave us her blessing. I held my mother’s hand and as I
moved away, our hands slipped apart. She turned around and said, “Now
We moved away and came to live in a big modern house here in London
after that. I have a life-size picture of my mother, brother and
father, yet I’ve never turned to look at it.
I have a happy life here with Anjali and my five-year-old son. They
are my family now, and as of my family, I’m left with sweet memories.
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