Ladies and Gentlemen,
Not every parent gives advice that becomes philosophy.
Not every lesson becomes a compass that guides us for a lifetime.
But sometimes…
a few quiet words spoken in a small home…
echo through an entire life.
Today, I want to share 3 seeds of wisdom my father planted in me which are really unique and profound. Seeds so simple… yet so powerful…that even today, as I grow older, I keep discovering new meanings in them.
And these lessons are not special because they came from my father.
They are special because they are rare.
Rare because they were not written in textbooks.
Rare because they were not taught in classrooms.
Rare because they were never delivered as lectures.
They were lived.
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Seed One:
My father once told me something that confused me as a child and till now I am exploring it's profoundness . He told, " Beta, Do not wait for Rama to appear as your elder brother,
Become a person of character like Lakshmana — loyal, fearless, and devoted.
Become a person of selflessness like Bharata — a brother who places love above power.
And when you become that person… The world itself will conspire to give you a Rama as your elder brother.
Without using words like motivation, psychology, or success theory, my father explained something profound.
Don’t chase success. Deserve it.
Don’t shoot arrows and run after the target.
Become the magnet that attracts the target.
He would say, “Water the plant. Strengthen the soil. Do your work sincerely.”
And then… Flowers will bloom. Fruits will come. Not because you chased them. But because you became worthy of them. Hence the whole universe conspire to make it happen and support you.
Seed Two: Honesty is the only Way
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My father once told me about a veterinary surgeon in our area. A man known for three things: Strict discipline. Uncompromising honesty. And quiet dignity.
He had a house. A bike. A fridge. A sofa set.
Nothing luxurious… but a comfortable life.
And he once said something remarkable:
“I posseses everything that corrupt people posseses.
So if honesty can give me this life… why should I choose corruption?”
That sentence stayed with my father. And my father passed that lesson to me.
When I was a student, he never pressured me for marks.
At that time, the 10th board exam was a battlefield. Students chased marks. Parents chased shortcuts.
But my father never joined that race. He never said, “Come first.” He only said, “Give your honest effort.”
He used to tell me, “Results are not miracles of one exam. They are the harvest of one year’s work.”
While many encouraged shortcuts, My father stood firm. No wrong path — even for the right result.
My father once told me about a veterinary surgeon in our area. A man known for three things: Strict discipline. Uncompromising honesty. And quiet dignity.
He had a house. A bike. A fridge. A sofa set.
Nothing luxurious… but a comfortable life.
And he once said something remarkable:
“I posseses everything that corrupt people posseses.
So if honesty can give me this life… why should I choose corruption?”
That sentence stayed with my father. And my father passed that lesson to me.
When I was a student, he never pressured me for marks.
At that time, the 10th board exam was a battlefield. Students chased marks. Parents chased shortcuts.
But my father never joined that race. He never said, “Come first.” He only said, “Give your honest effort.”
He used to tell me, “Results are not miracles of one exam. They are the harvest of one year’s work.”
While many encouraged shortcuts, My father stood firm. No wrong path — even for the right result.
Seed Three: The Raja karya Poshak
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My father was a school teacher. For him Work was worship, Duty is Divine, Service is sacred.
My father was a school teacher. For him Work was worship, Duty is Divine, Service is sacred.
For my father, work was never just employment. He used to say, “My school is my temple.” “My students are my little gods.”
And every morning, when he wore his teacher’s clothes, he would say something beautiful.
He called it “Raja Karya Poshaka” — the dress of a king's work
He would say,
“Once I wear this dress, I am no longer just a father of my house.”
“I belong to society.”
This was a time when untouchability still existed in many places.
But inside his classroom…
There was no caste.
No discrimination.
No untouchable.
Every child sat together.
Learned together.
Dreamed together.
Because my father believed something deeply:
A teacher’s dress has power.
The power to purify hearts.
The power to shape minds.
The power to change the future.
And every morning, when he wore his teacher’s clothes, he would say something beautiful.
He called it “Raja Karya Poshaka” — the dress of a king's work
He would say,
“Once I wear this dress, I am no longer just a father of my house.”
“I belong to society.”
This was a time when untouchability still existed in many places.
But inside his classroom…
There was no caste.
No discrimination.
No untouchable.
Every child sat together.
Learned together.
Dreamed together.
Because my father believed something deeply:
A teacher’s dress has power.
The power to purify hearts.
The power to shape minds.
The power to change the future.
Learning: Go beyond your personal interest and biosness and Have a psychological shift, A mindset change that should be built with conviction. Without htat we cannot acheve the higher goals and fulfull all responsibilities.
Conclusion: Ladies and Gentlemen,
My father never gave motivational speeches. He never wrote books. He never tried to highlighted as great.
But today, when I look back… I realize something. Those 3 simple lessons were never instructions for success. They were principles for a meaningful life.
Three quiet seeds. Planted gently by a father. Still growing… Still guiding… Still living… inside his son.
Thank you.
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