My name is Apoorva. I am 23 years old. I am a student currently pursuing a course called “Chartered Accountancy”. I am at the final level of this course. This exam is considered one of the toughest exams to crack in India with a very low passing percentage. In the past one year i have given this exam thrice and failed every time.
On May 2, 2015 i will be giving this exam again. My confidence currently is at its lowest. I have no faith in myself or my abilities. I doubt my own actions and over criticize every tiny mistake i make.
The past one year has been a horrifying experience for me. I have been sad and moody, depressed, heartbroken and even bitter at times. I can only imagine how difficult it must be for my parents to deal with me everyday. And yet i don’t remember a single day when they have not been supportive or understanding.
A few days ago, i asked them what would happen if am unable to get through this exam.
“What if i never become a Chartered Accountant?”
Here’s what my father said, “I will still love you with the degree or without it. And i will still be proud of you for the efforts you made.”
My mother calmly explained to me, “This degree is a pathway to success. But it is not the only road. There are so many other options. You are young and hardworking. We’ll figure out something else, if not this.”
I was overwhelmed when I heard them say this. But they both made it amply clear to me that they would be sad if I didn’t give this exam my best shot.
I have always heard that true love is the one which is completely unconditional. So I consider myself very lucky to have experienced it in the form of my parents. Thanks to them I have had a very happy childhood. And no, it had nothing to do with money or gifts. We are a simple middle class family where our needs are completely taken care of but we don’t lead an extravagant lifestyle.
These days I see so many parents get their kids flashy phones, expensive toys and branded clothes. I never had any of those. But that does not mean I was unhappy or discontent.
In fact, I don’t remember my favorite toy or my best dress. What I do remember is how much I laughed when my father tickled me or the way both of us love silly jokes and have the craziest dance moves which only we understand. I remember the amount of energy my mother put in to teach me equations and photosynthesis. I still clearly recall how with the help of a ball as the earth and a torch as the sun she taught me the concepts of rotation, revolution and sunrise and sunset.
There were times when I used to get upset because some classmate of mine had a better compass box or a better backpack. Now as a grown up I realize that I may not have had the expensive stuff but i had parents who cared. I can proudly say that my parents attended each of my school’s annual functions, sports days and parent teacher meetings. They helped with my speeches and rehearsed my lines for a play. I had the most valuable gift of all – their time.
I was born in a country where a male child is preferred and loved more than a female child. But when I was born, my parents were over the moon. They decided not to have any further children because they wanted to give me the best of everything. So, here I am the only child, a daughter, who is loved, well-educated and free to chase her dreams; which very often shocks so many people as they sympathetically look at my parents and say, “Only one child, that too a daughter!!!” The look on their faces is, as if lightning struck and my parents were bestowed with bad luck. What they don’t know is I am adored and doted upon more than any son would ever be.
I know this post is extremely personal and probably boring. But today, I have laid my heart bare before you. This post is simply a medium for me to express to my parents how much I love them and how grateful I am to God for blessing me with them. I know for a fact that if they decide, they can find a better daughter but I will never be able to find better parents.
Someday, when I have children of my own, I pray to God that I am at least half as good with my kids as my parents are to me.
Like everybody else, I do want to carve an identity of my own. But as of now and forever more I am extremely happy and proud being the daughter of Mr. Yashwant and Mrs. Suhas Kulkarni.