The more farther we go away from home, the more it pulls us towards it. We want to get home and we are so sick and tired of being a new place that we are suffering with grave home-sickness syndrome. Today is my last day here in Israel, tomorrow I will fly back to India. Even the thought of flying back gives me great joy and excitement.
I really missed home, for a change. I missed my dad more than anyone in the world. I just felt as if something was incomplete. My day was not getting complete without looking at him. I did call him, not once but many a time. But nothing like seeing him in person. The attributes that I have learned from him and also inherited can never be replaced for anything else in the whole world.
My dad is very simple. He works for a bank and comes from a very humble middle-class background. He does the same work day in and day out. Today where I stand is all because of him. The determination and the amount of hard work I put in all things, is all because of his upbringing. Lot of difficult times comes to everyone in life. I have learnt to fight things like him. He always says, "The more difficulties and problems you face in life, the more harder you should hold to gods feet". I would know only 10% of the amount of mantras and vedas he knows. Spiritual, simple, humble, determined, well these are just some I can list here.He has never been abroad. Coming from such a background, seeing his son go abroad, I think this itself is an acheivement for him. Coming out from difficult period of life, our education. The tensions of how well we would settle in life, what job we will get?All this keeps any father on his toes. Seeing us grow and do well is a pride for him. It is like a feather on the crown of his upbringing.
First time when I had been to Israel, I was totally overwhelmed and excited that I missed lot of things which I never saw. This time, the excitement was quiet settled down and made me to think and look at things which I had missed the first time around. I was to leave by the night. The tickets and visa came in at the last moment, taking my prepartions for a toss. I came home early from work as I had a flight to catch in the night. Had to report in the airport 4 hours before the scheduled take-off.
As often, my dad and mom dropped me. Last time around, I had gone with some co-workers. This time I was going alone. I was quiet confident of making it without any trouble. Got down out of the car, took a trolley, put my suitcase on it said bye to my parents and left. At the Gate entrance I turned around to say bye again. There was my dad and mom standing in front of the car. I can never forget that look on my dad's face. The content and pride in his eyes, was a site to behold and cherish. I turned around only to have a drop of tears in my eyes. I have done something to make my dad proud. :) :)