My Inspiration

Inspiration,inspire and inspiring,the three common words we listen all our life.We are inspired by a lot of things,a single human being or a group of living creatures.Some are inspired by the actors,some by entrepreneurs,some by politicians and a few by animals and a rare by their parents.

Well i count myself in the rares. My  only source of inspiration is my father.I consider him as my role model,my favourite actor,my favourite entrepreneur,my favourite politician.There  are numerous reasons i consider him as my role model in-spite being the fact that he is my father.

First of all my relation with my father is the typical father-son relation.We talk only about my studies and very rarely talk like friends.I really don't know the reason behind this but we are comfortable living this way and when he talks politely to me i am really worried that he might not be well because i cant take his polite side as i find tons of love hidden in his scoldings and frankly speaking i really like this.

One of the most cute things especially in father-son relationship in India is that whatever we want,may it be money or permission to go somewhere we make our mother the mediator between the son and father.I usually smile (I go to my very politely and in return she smiles and asks what do you want me to ask from your father)thinking about all this.But in spite of all this i love my father more than i respect him.I know i wont be able to tell him this but i am sure he knows this.The most lovely and contradictory relationship is  of the father-son.

One of the various reasons my father is my inspiration is  because he is a fighter.I have seen him fighting the worst situations in his life in my whole life with a smile and a positivity.He is a happy go lucky man and does not live his life just for the sake of living.One of the best thing about him is that at this age with two big and old children,he has the utmost respect for his mother.I have never seen him talking rudely to his mother even if she is wrong.He is a rebel who is never feared of a wrong thing.If he had been living alone he must have lived like a rebel.The reason i am saying this is because if he fears he only fears for us.And the most important thing is that he loves and respects my mother and have been doing this all his life.Nobody is perfect and i don't need to be perfect,i will try to become like my father with some modifications 😄😉