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Flying money is much more difficult than making easy money

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Dinobandhu Majumder: The incident is from 1997, I am Robin Chowdhury, the only son of my industrialist father Lohani Saheb. At that time I was a student of A level. It is different from the fact that the son of an industrialist is studying in English medium. Partying in clubs with friends, tours, new drinks, all together, a different type of Masti’s life was spent.

My leader leader among friends was thinking one. Because I used to spend the most. One day I planned to go on a tour to Thailand with my friends. And I will celebrate my birthday there. Meanwhile, my two friends are a little poor and I have to bear their expenses.

Today, father is sitting in the drawing room at home and drinking coffee. When I went in front of my father, before I said anything, my father said how much is the amount?? No, it’s my birthday in front of my father, so what else does this mean? Dad got angry and said in loud voice I asked you how much amount?? 2 lakh fathers. Hmmm!!!

You are the best child of the nation. You have blessed this nation with your birth, only 2 lakh rupees will be spent on your birthday, isn’t it less??? Meanwhile, mother is coming. What happened?? Our only son, all this wealth will be his one day. Give it to him, don’t hurt his heart. If I put my son in the pilot’s seat of a flying plane and take responsibility of the plane on your son. How will you say?
Listen to Robin’s mother, this wealth did not come in a day. You have to qualify yourself to take responsibility for it. Well I will give your son 2 lakh rupees if he can earn me 200 rupees by working hard tomorrow. I slept the whole night blowing my nose for only 200 taka lol, father will see tomorrow that I am qualified to take charge of his wealth.

The next day at 7 am my father called me and woke me up. What was bothering to wake up so early for only 200 rupees?? After getting ready, I set out to earn 200 taka. I don’t have a single money in my pocket and my father gave me a spy.

After leaving the house now it seems that I have fallen into the middle of an ocean. Where can I get money without capital? I can’t borrow from anyone, I can’t take help from anyone. I can’t even beg. After thinking about it, it was noon. Finally, I went to a rickshaw garage, I was afraid that there are many people who raised their hands on the rickshaws, if someone thinks I am a rickshaw driver and kills me??

Then Vivek explained to me that rickshaw pullers are people like me. It is wrong to lay hands on them. I went to the rickshaw garage but they don’t give rickshaws to strangers. I suddenly thought that I didn’t get the rickshaw, what happened? I could push the rickshaw. I will not give up so easily, my father’s son. Back then, one person had to be pushed up the tall bridges with a rickshaw. Passengers used to pay 1 rupee in return.

I have not done any work in my life, I have not poured a glass of water myself. And today I pushed a rickshaw in the hot sun, in this way I earned 10 rupees by pushing 10 rickshaws in 1 hour, while pushing rickshaw number 11, my knee hurt. I stood up again. When the passenger was handing me a 1 rupee coin, why did tears come out of my eyes? After a few hours, the knee pain started getting worse.

Till evening I counted only 40 rupees. I can’t anymore. Being so tired, it feels like the body is cheating on itself, giving up on me. Finally I returned home with 40 rupees. I went and stood in front of my father, gave 40 taka to my father, hugged him and said, “I can’t do it, father.” I thought that my father might cry after seeing my broken tired face and torn pants. Maybe pat my head and comfort me.
No he did none of these. Rather, he told me that he would now walk with me from Dhanmondi to Buriganga Bridge, no question.

I was surprised. Now it seems he is really a businessman. After that I asked why father walked. He said, father, I have come to this position little by little in this way. Did not come at the speed of a car or plane. You are only suffering for one day. Be patient.

How can I explain my tiredness to my father? Better than that is the pain of death. We went up the bridge at three in the morning with my father walking by my hand. Dad and me on the quiet river bridge. Standing on the railing of the bridge, my father said to me, “Look, Robin, how the water is trembling below.” You gave me 40 rupees, didn’t you!!

Yes dad, first earning of my life. I know you have to work hard to earn this money Robin. Now listen to what I tell you. I know my son is very good at maths since childhood. I hope you can count well then. Now I will throw away 40 rupees of your earnings and you will keep telling me how much is left.
Hearing my father’s words brought tears to my eyes again. Dad throws a coin with all his might into the water away from the bridge and says how many is left to Robin now. I said crying father 39 o’clock. In this way, one by one, in front of my eyes, all the hard earned money of my life began to be thrown into the water. I am counting one by one.

I do not know the language to describe such a situation. Just know that every tear that falls from my eyes is burning my heart like kerosene oil. Dad never raised his hands on me, never even scolded me, today it seems that all the interest is actually paying off. Father did not pay the last money.

Then Robin said 40 rupees of your earnings today you cried because I wasted and how much money you wasted in this way I did not cry even once. I feel the same way you feel

There is suffering to understand. I left your last money it’s my child’s first money it’s a proud achievement for a father, I’ll keep it with me till death.

You take 2 lakh rupees from your mother tomorrow. After hearing these words of my father, I felt very guilty. I couldn’t hold my emotions anymore. I hugged my father and cried and said, “Dad, I don’t need money. I didn’t learn anything in school and college for so long, what you taught me today, you are the best father in the world.” No one can be a better teacher than an ideal father. An ideal father is the best teacher in the world.

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