The society is a shamble

I had the best time of my life in my 20’s. I was reckless, crime prone and submerged in wrong doings caring less about my family and career. For me, my dream was to become a filthy rich person. Just like other rogue boys in their early age I was always looking shortcuts to make money hence got into kind of gang shit.

For obvious reasons I could not complete my school. Rather than studies I was more drawn into things which anyone should not commit.

Call it fate or anything, suddenly one evening when I was enjoying it my mom called me. I took a back when she summoned me immediately to home. In response I rushed, then what she said was unexpected. Apparently my mother fixed my marriage since I was literally going out of control of any sorts.

In this world I could refuse anything but not my mother’s command.

After a few days I got married and my life took sudden turns. At first it was going well however I realized the true sense of responsibility when the love of my life, my little princess came into our life. Right that moment, I felt I got to take up the responsibilities of my daughter and give her a great life which she deserves.

Gradually, I started cutting off from my old friends and their influences. I started to look for employment. Since then I have been driving an auto.

Now I am the father of three children. Everyday I toil hard for them and hardly for myself. You will not believe how bright my children are in their studies but just because I could not clear their due they are not being able to go to school. Sometimes I feel my whole society is a shambles which can not promise a better education to our children. I wish for nothing but my children’ education because I know for a fact that they will go a long way if nurtured properly. Unfortunately, the disparity of this society is unparalleled. The rich do not want our kids to be sitting with their children alongside. Perhaps they are afraid, I do not know.

Nevertheless, every night I pray to Allah and seek blessing so that I can fulfill all my duties as a father. You know, I still cry remembering my parents and pray for them.

Now I am 40 and my children are growing. Sometimes I wonder how I manage everything. Yet, I keep the belief in my Lord and myself that better days will surely come and go out every morning to earn money. I guess that is what all fathers do. No matter what, we can not give up. We may not express ourselves but we care more than a world for our families.

Fabled and photographed by Shubhro Sinha.