BITTER PILLS!

Jay had bought a new bike, It was like a black stallion and roared while taking off like a plane! He was the cynosure of all feminine eyes and we were like plain cattle in front of him.God had always provided for him and his rich, corrupt dad would spend for him without any limits or hiccups.We were in awe of him,we used to dream about the bike and the equally beautiful cute girls holding us during the ride.Tightly!.My deflated ego emboldened me to confront my Dad for demanding a bike from him.

He was a strict disciplinarian and ruled with an iron hand.All my pleas fell on deaf ears and I sulkingly walked out of his room after a heated argument.I thought of him purposely denying me the sole pleasure of my teenage years! The rosy dream of a bike and the girls were cruelly snatched away from me by my dad.I was resigned to my fate to travel by the Indian Railways where the rush would knead your body and give a free massage! Of course, I took in my stride with a smile but I told my Dad that I would never forget this incident.He surprisingly smiled and in a loving manner patted my head.I strongly resisted and did not approve of this non reactive mild behaviour from his side.

We always misinterpret our Dads during our youth. We never understand them.

After a few days we heard the news of a shocking accident in our small town. Jay had collided with a truck and met his death.We were all shell shocked! Leave aside his bike, he was a nice, harmless fellow student who never deserved this cruel fate.The witnesses said that there was no major bleeding, but the brain was oozing out of his badly compressed crushed helmet.We prayed for his soul to rest in peace.We skipped our dinners that day.When Dad came home that day,I rushed and hugged him.He was aware of the accident and comforted me.His bitter refusal of letting me own a bike had a deeper meaning! He always wanted me safe and sound.I was too precious for him and he would never put me in any danger.

I, as a doctor give 'sweet coated bitter pills' for my ailing patients, My Dad always believed in giving 'bitter coated sweet pills' to us in our childhood and growing years.The bitter coating used to be misinterpreted by me, Actually, the inner sweeter and truthful advice always helped me and made me a nice caring respected doctor, to competitively stand and surmount all the difficult challenges existent in the world.I made my Dad proud of me! All his years of hard struggle and the caring efforts he took in our upbringing have finally paid off.

Now also, I frequently seek his advice on important matters, I involve him as his grey hair have seen more summers than mine. He is truly my Guardian Angel !