MY FATHER....... MY HERO.........

Each and every person in this world has his/her HERO. It could be anyone from anywhere. No political and cultural boundry can restrict you to choose your hero. If you like cricket than SACHIN or DON BRADMAN may be your hero, for movie lovers AMITABH or RICHARD GARE, for a political person it may be MAHATMA GANDHI or ABRAHAM LINCOLN. I mean to say that everybody has a hero and wants to be exactly like him.

I too have a hero in my life. He may not be a famous personality like mentioned above, he may not have a charismatic persona to attract people but still he is my hero. My hero is MY FATHER (PAA as usuallly I call him). I wish if I could copy him just 1% but I know that’s not possible because nobody can copy him.I did not choose him my hero because he is my father but his just one act inspired me a lot and he became my hero. I want to share it with every one although my Paa took 20 years to share it with me.

It was the month of November 1984 and SIKH RIOTS had started in most of the parts of Delhi.Mobs of men on motorcycles burned, raped and pillaged the Sikh areas of the city. At that day my father and uncle were at home when a Sikh lady with her two little children came to him and asked for help. He gave her shelter in his house but few hours later a mob of around 100 people including some of his neighboures came and threatened him that “ ya to unko bahar nikalo ya phir anjaam bhugatne ko taiyar raho.” He came out and roared that “ I won’t handover them to you . you can do whatever you want.” After some 1 hour (god knows what happened) the mob moved away from there. And that family stayed there for next 4 days safely.

This is the only reason I say that my father is my hero and the best part of this is that he never told me that something of this level has happened to him. I came to know this from that person who was in the mob when they came to attack my father.

I love you paa and you are my HERO.