That father, who through his blood and sweat, worked hard to educate his son, lifted him from the village soil and made him an officer. When that same father had to come to the city hoping to meet his son, it was his own son who stood at the door and said, “Who is this? I don’t know him.” And then what happened not only broke that father’s heart but also became a mirror for the entire society in which every son can see the real worth of his parents. To know the full story, be sure to watch the video till the end. But before that, like the video, subscribe to the channel, and be sure to write your name and your city’s name in the comments.

Friends, this is a true story from Kanpur district, Uttar Pradesh. Where, in a village, every father dreamed that his son would study and become a big man. That’s where Ramanand Ji lived. Ramanand Ji was not a big landlord or a rich man. A small farm, modest earnings, and trying to run the household by sweating day and night. But in his heart were thousands of dreams for his children. Two sons and a daughter. The elder son Rajan, the younger son Aakash, and the youngest, his daughter. The financial condition of the house was tight. But never let there be any shortage in the sons’ education. Ramanand Ji himself would stay hungry. But the children’s books would be complete. The wife kept stitching old clothes with needle and thread. But never let the sons’ education remain incomplete. He took them from school to college. Villagers often used to say, “Ramanand, why do you work so hard? Village boys, where do they become officers? Your sons will also manage the fields.” But Ramanand Ji always used to say with a smile, “Today, maybe I am struggling in the mud. But one day, my sons will bring glory to the village’s name.”

Time changed. The elder son Rajan, with hard work and dedication, studied engineering and became a government engineer. The younger son Aakash studied banking and became a Bank Probationary Officer. The day this news reached the entire village, there was only one discussion at every gathering. Ramanand Ji’s both sons have become officers. Now his destiny has changed. Ramanand Ji and his wife had that smile on their faces which made the whole village bow in respect. There was a sparkle in their eyes. Their chests were broad with pride.

But friends, often this is the irony of life. The success for which parents stake their lives, sometimes that very success distances children from their parents. Time passed. Rajan and Aakash both remained busy in the city. When money came, they would sometimes send some to the village. But slowly, the distance between them and their parents began to grow. Phone conversations now happened less. Letters had stopped long ago. Sometimes they remembered on festivals. Then they would just talk for two-four minutes. Ramanand Ji and his wife often said they felt like meeting their sons, why not go to the city, but then looking into each other’s eyes, they would fall silent, thinking the children must be busy with work, they shouldn’t disturb them.

Meanwhile, Ramanand Ji thought that now his elder son Rajan’s marriage should be arranged. He saw a good match in the village. A cultured family, an educated girl. When the priest matched the horoscopes, he said, “The qualities are matching. Now, what’s the delay? Get him engaged and married quickly.” Ramanand Ji’s heart blossomed. He immediately called his son.

“Rajan, beta, I’ve seen a good match for you. The girl is very cultured. The family is also good.” But hearing Rajan’s voice from the other side, Ramanand Ji was stunned. Rajan said angrily, “Father, how did you decide a match for me without asking? I will not marry a village girl at all. Now I live in the city. I mingle with big people. My status is now different from villagers.” And saying this, Rajan slammed the phone.

Ramanand Ji’s heart felt as if someone had squeezed it. He put his hand on his forehead. And sat there for a long time. The wife asked, “What happened, ji? Whose call was it?” With tears in his eyes, Ramanand Ji said, “Your son now thinks we are inferior. He says he won’t marry a village girl.” Ramanand Ji’s wife’s heart trembled. She said, “Oh God, what kind of air has touched my son?”

For two-three days, both husband and wife kept thinking about where they went wrong. The wife said one day softly, “Why don’t you go to the city yourself and talk to Rajan? Perhaps explaining to him in person, he might agree.” Ramanand Ji remained silent, then said, “I was thinking the same, but I don’t have money in my pocket. What to do?” The wife took out small notes from the corner of her sari and placed them in his hand. “Take these, they are the little I’ve saved. Leave by the morning bus tomorrow.”

The next morning, Ramanand Ji bathed, lit a lamp in front of God, prayed with folded hands, and with a heavy heart, slung a small bag over his shoulder. The wife stood at the door. There was moisture in her eyes. Taking out some more notes and coins from the corner of her sari, she placed them in her husband’s palm and said, “It’s not much, ji. But take whatever it is. And take care. However big a thing the son says, don’t get angry.” Ramanand Ji looked at her and said in a heavy voice, “They are children, however they are, after all they are our own blood. I will try to make him understand.”

Walking to the bus stop, the village path, green fields, the smell of soil, everything settled in his heart. But in his mind, only one question revolved: “Will my sons hug me when they meet, or…”

After many hours of travel, when the bus reached the city, seeing tall buildings all around, shiny markets, and rushing crowds, his steps faltered. He took out the slip from his pocket on which his son’s office and house address were written. Asking pedestrians, he finally reached outside Rajan’s office.

A guard stood at the office gate. Hesitantly, Ramanand Ji said, “Babu, is this Engineer Rajan’s office? I have come to meet him.” The guard looked him up and down. Dhoti-kurta, an old bag in hand, forehead wet with sweat. He couldn’t believe it. He asked suspiciously, “Who are you to Rajan sir?” Ramanand Ji said with a slight smile, “I am his father.” The guard was shocked. Then he said, “Sir has gone for a meeting. He can’t come now. Yes, his house is nearby. The younger brother Aakash lives there. If you want, I can take you there.” Ramanand Ji breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes, son, take me to the house.”

The guard picked up his bag and started walking with him. In a little while, they both were outside that posh building where Rajan and Aakash’s flat was. The bell rang. When the door opened, Aakash was there. Seeing his father, his eyes lit up. He ran, bent down, touched his feet, and said, “Father, you came suddenly! Please come in.” Ramanand Ji hugged his son. His eyes filled up. He went inside.

The house was very beautiful inside. Shining floors, expensive sofas, large paintings, and a TV in the corner. Ramanand Ji was amazed seeing everything. He said softly, “Beta, all this must be very expensive, right?” Aakash laughed and said, “Father, times have changed now. All this is common in the city. Now we are also counted among the big people.” Saying this, he opened the fridge and gave cold water. Ramanand Ji drank it and opening his bag, said, “Your mother has packed pinnis made with homemade ghee and pickle for you. She was saying the sons like it.” Aakash laughed a little and said, “Father, who eats this stuff now? Why did you carry such a burden?” Hearing this, Ramanand Ji’s heart sank. He said in a tired voice, “Beta, I tried to stop her. But your mother said, ‘Where will they get all this in the city?’ That’s why I brought it.”

It was 8 PM. Ramanand Ji wore his dhoti and vest and started walking in the veranda. Seeing this, Aakash immediately ran and said anxiously, “Father, don’t go outside wearing these clothes. This is not a village, it’s a city. What will people say, that some villager is staying at our house?” Ramanand Ji looked at his son in surprise. Tears filled his eyes. He said softly, “Beta, if someone calls me a rustic or a villager, how will my honor be diminished? I have spent my whole life doing hard labor to raise you. Today you earn some money and you start fearing for your prestige.” Saying this, his voice choked. He went inside and quietly sat on the sofa. Aakash felt ashamed. He sat at his father’s feet and said, “It was a mistake, Father. Please don’t be upset. Come, have your food. I’ve made hot rotis for you.” Ramanand Ji remained silent, but tears kept flowing down his cheeks.

The night was getting deeper. The clock’s hands had struck 10. Ramanand Ji asked Aakash, “Beta, why hasn’t Rajan come yet? He should have returned from the office long ago.” Aakash said in a low voice, “Father, Bhaiya often comes late. Many times until 2 AM, and if there’s more work, he stays at the office itself.” Ramanand Ji’s face became sad. “Beta, I thought after years I would meet my sons. We would sit together and eat. But look, he doesn’t even have the time to meet his old father.” He took a deep breath and said softly, “Okay. Lay a mat for me in the dining hall itself. I’ll sit there and eat a couple of rotis.” Aakash immediately laid the mat and served hot rotis. While eating, Ramanand Ji said, “Beta, the food you made is good. At least you learned this much.” A slight smile appeared on Aakash’s face. But inside, there was also guilt. He was afraid that if Father saw his elder brother’s true self, his heart would break.

The night grew deeper. It was past midnight. But there was no sign of Rajan. Ramanand Ji became restless. “Aakash, take me to him. What work is so much that he can’t take out half an hour to meet his father?” Aakash was worried. “Father, why are you insisting? There’s no point in going there at this time. Bhaiya… Bhaiya will be drunk.” Ramanand Ji stopped. “What? Drunk?” Aakash’s eyes lowered. “Yes, Father, many times he drinks alcohol with friends. I wanted you not to see all this.” Ramanand Ji’s heart trembled. “Oh God, the son I raised with hard work, educated, made an officer, he has fallen so low that he remains immersed in alcohol.” Tears streamed from his eyes. “Let’s go, beta. Now it’s even more important that I meet him. Let me see if my own blood even recognizes me or not.”

Aakash, with no choice, took his father to Rajan’s office. Standing at the door, Ramanand Ji’s heart was pounding loudly. With trembling hands, he knocked. A slurred voice came from inside. “Who is it at this hour of the night?” The door opened. Rajan was standing there. Red eyes, smell of alcohol, and a glass in his hand. As soon as his eyes fell on his father, he flared up. “Who is this old man? What is he doing outside my office at night?” Aakash mustered courage and said, “Bhaiya, this… this is our father. He has come from the village to meet us.” Rajan laughed sarcastically. “Father? This rustic, my father? My father is from a rich family in the village. This man in dhoti-kurta cannot be my father.”

Ramanand Ji was stunned. His chest felt as if it had burst. He said in a stern voice, “Rajan, alcohol has stolen your wisdom. You have become so blind that you don’t recognize your own father.” Meanwhile, two-three friends also came out from inside. One said, “Hey Rajan, who is this old man clinging on? Throw him out. He’s ruined the fun.” The other said, “Seems like some laborer who has come to ask for money.” Rajan, believing their words, said, “Yes, I’ll settle the accounts with him and send him away.” Saying this, he went inside and brought a bundle of ₹500 notes. Handing the notes to Aakash, he said, “Take it, give it to them and tell them not to show their face in front of me again.”

Ramanand Ji’s blood boiled. In anger, he threw the bundle of notes at Rajan’s face. “A curse on such money! You have become a big man. But you forgot to recognize your own father. From today, neither are you my son, nor am I your father.” His voice echoed. Rajan was dumbfounded. In front of his friends, his eyes lowered. But in his drunken state, his ego was still intact.

Ramanand Ji, holding Aakash’s support with trembling hands, returned from there. There were tears in his eyes and his lips were muttering, “Oh God, why did you give such a son who rejects his own father?”

Ramanand Ji kept tossing and turning all night. His eyes had become heavy and his heart was burdened. Aakash sat nearby, trying to console him. But he knew that his father’s heart was broken.

At 5 AM, the doorbell rang. Aakash opened the door to find Rajan standing there. His face was downcast, eyes red, and steps faltering. But he was sober now. “Bhaiya,” Aakash said softly. Rajan stepped inside without answering. He went to the living room and saw. His father was returning after worship. Ramanand Ji had a rosary in his hand and his face had deep lines of fatigue and pain. Rajan fell at his feet and started crying bitterly. “Father, forgive me. What I said yesterday in my drunken state was the biggest mistake of my life. I refused to recognize my own father. Father, give me one more chance.”

Ramanand Ji looked at him with angry eyes. “Who are you? I don’t recognize you. My son is still in the village, who knows his soil, his values, and his parents. You must be someone else. For me, you are dead.” Saying this, he picked up the rosary and placed it in front of the idol. Rajan’s face turned red with shame. He kept crying, clinging to his feet. Aakash said to his father, “Father, Bhaiya is truly repentant. Alcohol blinds a person. Give him one more chance.” Ramanand Ji remained silent. After a few moments, he said in a heavy voice, “Rajan, a man does not become big with money. He becomes big by respecting his elders. Last night I saw how your friends insulted me and you stood there watching the spectacle. If your blood hadn’t turned cold, you would have held my hand right there and said, ‘This is my father.’ But you silently watched my humiliation and are now asking for forgiveness.”

Rajan sobbed and said, “Father, at that time I was truly drunk. I wasn’t in my senses, I didn’t know what I was saying. But today when my eyes opened, your words kept echoing in my ears all night. I thought, if my son had said this to me, what would have been my condition? Father, I swear. I will never touch alcohol again. I will break ties with those friends. Just give me one chance.”

Ramanand Ji looked at Aakash. Aakash said, “Father, I think Bhaiya is telling the truth. If you reject him forever, perhaps he will never be able to recover in his life.” Tears came to Ramanand Ji’s eyes. He said softly, “Rajan, the biggest punishment for a son is that his father turns his face away from him. But if you truly want to change, then prove it to me by showing me. Not just with words.” Rajan held his father’s hand. “Father, I give you my word. Now every day of my life will be in your name. I want to live now, taking the blessings of the same father I rejected.”

After thinking for a moment, suddenly Ramanand Ji raised his hand and placed it on his son’s head. “Okay, I give you one last chance. But if you make a mistake again, remember this. This hand will not bless you, it will punish you.” Rajan, crying, touched his feet. Aakash also had tears in his eyes. He said, “Father, now everything will be fine. Bhaiya has sincerely accepted his mistake today.”

That same day, Rajan called his friends and said, “Last night, you were also involved in insulting my father. If you are my friends, then swear. From today, you will not drink alcohol and you will respect elders.” Both friends hung their heads in shame and said, “Uncle, we made a very big mistake. It will never happen again.”

Ramanand Ji said in a serious tone, “Remember, if money gives arrogance, it is a curse. But if the same money gives a sense of service and values, it is a blessing.”

The atmosphere of the house had changed. Rajan now would lower his head looking at his father, and for the first time, a glimpse of contentment appeared on Ramanand Ji’s face.

Friends, this story teaches us that real wealth is not in money but in the blessings and respect of parents. Anyone can earn money. But recognizing one’s parents and respecting them is life’s biggest earning.

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