My buddy father

Introduction:
My father is a person who takes care of my family and loves each one of us
dearly. My father acts as the pillar of support and strength for my family.

My Father:
My father is the person that I admire the most in my life. I can never forget all the
childhood memories that I have with him. It is safe for me to say that my father is
largely the reason behind my present joy and happiness. I can say that I am the
person who I am today and the person that I am growing to be, is all because of
the influence he has had and is having on me. He always makes time to play with
me and catch up on all the happenings in my life even after the hard work of the
day.

My father is one man who is very unique and different. I always feel lucky
anytime I remember that he is my father knowing how he has done the very best
for me in life. I always feel grateful that I have the opportunity to be his son and
be a part of a wonderful family that has a great father like him. My father has
shown himself to be a very peaceful and polite person. He seldom scolds me and
he is always easy with me. What he tries to do is that he makes sure that I
realise the mistake that I have made in a very polite way and helps me to get
better and this has been working like magic for many years now.

My father is the leader and head of our family. He is always there for every
member of the family to help us in times when we need his advice and direction
in taking decisions. Anytime we have a problem, we take it to him, he tries to help
us by sharing some of the problems that he also faced in the past that are quite
similar to our problem and how he was able to overcome them. He also shares
all of his achievements and drawbacks in life and tells us to learn from them.

My father has his personal online marketing business but he never insists any of
his children to pursue a career in that same field so that we can take over after
him. He does not even try to attract any of us to his business but he tries to teach
how we can discover our own passion and fields of interest in life. He does his
best to encourage us in the pursuance of our various dreams. I can boldly say
that my dad is a very good dad and this is not as a result of him always helping
me and being nice to me but because he shows great strength, knowledge, a
good helping and nice nature. He also owns very good human relations skills.

My father’s parents were very poor when he was growing up but with hard work
and patience, my father was able to become very rich. He uses this as an
example to encourage me to always work hard.

Conclusion:
I share all of my happy, sad and bad moments with him and he also does the
same. He is always around to share with me all of his life experiences and how I
can learn from them. My father also tells me all about his day and every event
that occurred during the day. He is doing all his best to ensure that I grow up to
become a very successful person that has good character and behaviour.

My father always teaches me ethics, humanity and etiquettes of life that can help
me in future. My father is always ready and willing to help the people who are
needy around us and he tells us that giving is the most important thing in life. My
father also teaches my siblings and me how to be happy, healthy and fit
throughout our lives.

My father has shown himself to be very good to all the members of my extended
family. If anyone of us is facing a particular problem, my father is usually the first
person we go to for advice and help. My father has over the years proven to be a
person who has a very kind heart and I can boldly say that he is my best friend
and my hero.

Essay on My Father – Long Essay for

School Students (Essay 3 – 800 Words)
About My Father:
Appa was born in Coimbatore, the second son and third child in a family of 11
children. His father, my grandfather was a stern man, a respected civil engineer
who worked for the colonial British government.
Appa attended the Rishi Valley School in Yercaud, founded on the learning
philosophy of Jiddu Krishnamurthy. There he learned the value of discipline,
respect for hard work, honesty, responsibility and constant learning. He studied
electrical engineering at Banaras Hindu University and went on to join Voltas
Limited’s air conditioning division. He worked there the rest of his life, and was
regarded as brilliant and a genius.

My childhood memories of him are as a stern, strict and not very communicative
man. He’d crack the most unhumorous Dad jokes and we’d all grimace and laugh
dutifully.

He felt a deep and abiding sense of responsibility towards his own family of birth
as well as his marital family. The modest salary he always earned would be
divided between these two families, and since he was terrible at currying favour
or promoting himself, he never rose within the ranks of Voltas and his income
remained quite pathetic till he died. This officially made us a lower-middle class
family and our childhoods were frugal, thrifty and austere. A little money meant a
lot.

Despite these constraints, Appa planned our futures successfully. When his
provident funds were released after his retirement, he used the entire amount,
augmented by a bank loan, to buy a house in his two sons’ names. For the rest
of our lives, we had a roof over our heads.

Why I like my father:

One of the most remarkable things about Appa was the number of things he was
interested in. In Calcutta, he would spend hours outside a tailor’s shop watching
him make clothes. After several months, he bought himself a Singer sewing
machine. From then, all our clothes, including winter school uniforms, were
stitched by him.

He taught himself carpentry — and constructed the sofa sets we used for
decades.

He learned dry cleaning — and from then, we would go to school smelling of

kerosene in winter.
He was an outstanding cook, and loved cooking. When my mother was
immobilized with lymphatic TB, he’d cook breakfast, lunch and dinner for the
family in the morning before leaving for work.

Best of all, he was a brilliant musician, gifted in playing the vichitra veena. He
had his own Carnatic ‘band’ with a flutist and a mridangam player.

Things I Learned from My Father:

I have slowly realised how much of who I am was shaped by who he was. Like
him, I never get bored, and remain fascinated by everything in life. I’m constantly
active doing something constructive or educational. I am today two years
younger than he was when he died but have started learning to play piano,
understand search engine optimisation, UX design and painting.

I learned from him that generosity is a state of mind, not a state of wallet. The
number of nameless, faceless poor people he had helped was long, as we
learned only after he died. Never demeaning his beneficiaries with a handout, he
invited them to repay at their time and speed, but made sure that they did, thus
restoring their self-respect.

Without ever speaking about it, he has shown me what it means to be a father,
and the meaning of selfless living.

Conclusion:
A single incident sums up my relationship with my dad. He wanted me to join the
IIT and become an engineer. I wanted to be a writer, a profession he disdained
as having no future. Headstrong, in 1969, I stepped out of the train in which my
family was relocating from Delhi to Bombay just as the whistle blew. I was bent
on living my life my way.

My father, deeply upset, cut me off without a paisa, saying I could jolly well
support myself if I was so confident about writing. And so I did, earning enough
through writing for the evening papers to pay my rent, college fees and food. Six
months later, my father, passing through Delhi in December, visited me to check
how his strong-headed son was doing, and saw for himself that I was surviving
well enough without borrowing or begging. He visibly swelled with pride.
He hugged me, in one action forgiving me but also forgiving himself. He used the
400 rupees he had received as a Christmas bonus to buy me utensils, a
mattress, and other basics.

From that day, he would proudly say, “My son followed his heart rather than my
head — and see what a fine job he has done.”