Posted on June 9, 2025

My Father, My First Teacher – A Tribute of Love

Written by : Abhishek

Category: Father’s Day Celebration Ideas and Gifts

Some heroes wear capes — mine wore chalk dust on his sleeves and carried books instead of swords. My father, an English teacher by profession and a man of quiet strength and deep wisdom, has been the foundation of my life. He shaped not only my education but also my values, my thoughts, and ultimately, my destiny.

A Father and a Teacher

Growing up with a teacher as a father meant that learning didn’t stop in school — it continued at home, in conversations, in everyday life. Whether it was correcting my grammar with a smile or sharing the deeper meaning of words, he gently expanded my world. But his lessons were never limited to English alone.

From a very young age, my father would recite shlokas — ancient Sanskrit verses full of divine energy and meaning. I still remember waking up to his soft voice chanting in the morning. Those powerful words, spoken with such devotion, filled the house with peace and positivity. Even as a child, I could feel how it cleared my mind and filled my heart with strength. That habit of his planted seeds of discipline, faith, and inner calm in me — long before I even understood their full meaning.

The Man Who Believed in Me

As I grew older, life became more demanding — especially when I chose the path of engineering. It was not easy. There were struggles, moments of doubt, mental pressure, and tough decisions. But my father never let me walk alone. He stood beside me through every chapter.

When I was tired, he gave me strength. When I was confused, he offered clarity. When I was afraid, he reminded me — with a calm voice and a confident smile — that I was capable. His belief in me became the foundation on which I built myself.

Becoming an Engineer — His Dream Through Me

Today, when people call me an engineer, I smile not just because of the degree — but because I know it is his dream fulfilled through me. He gave up his comforts to ensure mine. He didn’t just fund my education — he powered it with his love, his time, his wisdom, and his faith.

I owe this achievement not just to hard work, but to the man who inspired me to work hard in the first place.

My Lifelong Gratitude

There are no words big enough to express my gratitude. But this blog is my humble tribute — a small attempt to say: Thank you, Papa.

Thank you for the discipline, the patience, the prayers, and the powerful shlokas that still echo in my soul. Thank you for being my lighthouse when I was lost, my shelter when I was tired, and my voice of reason when I was confused.