The lesson to be learned by the spoil children of moneyed people
Ratul, the only son of an industrialist father, was then a student of this level. The son of the same industrialist studied English medium on it. Thoughts are different. I was having a different kind of fun life with my friends, partying in clubs, tours, making new drinks. One of his friends thought he was a leader. Because he spent the most. One day he planned to go to Thailand with his friends to celebrate his birthday. My two friends are a little poor so they have to bear the cost. Her father is sitting in the drawing-room at home drinking coffee. As soon as Ratul said something in front of his father, his father said how much is the amount? I don’t mean my birthday in front of my father, so I mean this Archie. Dad got angry and said I asked you how much. Two lakh fathers. Ratul’s father said. You are the best child in the nation. You have made this nation successful by being born. Your birthday will cost only two lakh rupees. Isn’t it less? Ratul’s mother has left, what happened? Our only son, none of this will happen to him one day. Give it to him, don’t hurt him. Ratul’s father replied to his mother’s words. If I put my son in the pilot’s seat of a flying plane and land the responsibility of the plane on your son, you tell me what will happen. Listen, Ratul’s mother did not get this wealth in one day. To take responsibility for this, one has to develop oneself. All right, I will give your son two lakh rupees, if he can work for me tomorrow and earn 200 rupees. Ratul said in his mind, what else is only 200 rupees? Dad will see tomorrow, I am qualified to take charge of his assets. The next day at seven o’clock in the morning, Baba called Ratul and woke him up. What bothered her. Do you have to wake up so early in the morning for only two hundred rupees? Ready to become a flower babu, he went out to earn 200 rupees. There is not a single penny in the pocket and the father also gave a spy. After leaving the house, it seems that he fell into the middle of the sea. Where can you get money without capital, can’t borrow from anyone, can’t take help from anyone? Can’t beg. It was noon when I thought about it. Finally, a rickshaw went to the garage. I was scared in my mind. There are many people who put their hands on the rickshaw puller. If someone thinks rickshaw puller. That’s when Vivek explained to Ratul that rickshaw pullers and people like them. It is wrong to touch them. After going to the rickshaw garage, strangers said they did not give him a rickshaw. Suddenly Ratul came to his senses, what happened if he didn’t get the rickshaw, he can push the rickshaw. He thought to himself that I would not give up my father’s son so easily. Then one had to push the rickshaw with the rickshaw from behind on the high bridges. In return, the passengers would pay one rupee. Did not work in life. I did not pour a glass of water myself. And today the rickshaw is pushed in the hot sun. In this way, he has earned 10 rupees by pushing ten rickshaws in one hour. Rickshaw number 11 was pushed and fell to its knees. He got up again. When the passenger was handing over a coin of one taka to Ratul, tears came to his eyes. After an hour, the knee pain became more severe. Counting till evening, it was only 40 rupees. Can’t do it anymore. Extremely tired, the body seems to be cheating on itself. Leaving his company. Finally, he went home with 40 rupees. He stood in front of his father and hugged him with 40 rupees in his hand and cried and said, “I couldn’t, father.” I thought my devastated tired look, maybe my father would cry when he saw the pants left near his knees. Maybe he will put his hand on Ratul’s head to comfort him. No, he didn’t do any of these, but told Ratul, now walk with me to the bridge, don’t ask any questions. Ratul was surprised. Now it seems he is really a businessman. Then he asked, why did the father walk? He said, -Dad, I have come forward in this position a little bit today. Didn’t come at the speed of a car or plane. You only suffered one day. Be patient. How can he explain to his father about his fatigue? The pain of death is better than this. Walking holding Baba Ratul’s hand, they climbed a bridge at 3 pm. Ratul and his father on the calm river bridge. Standing on the railing of the bridge, the father said to him, look how Ratul is shaking the water below. You gave me 40 rupees, didn’t you? Yes Dad, the first earner of my life, Ratul replied. His father said I know Ratul, you have had to work hard to earn this money. Now listen to what I say to you. I know my son has been very good at math since childhood. Then I hope you can count well. Now I will throw 40 rupees of your earnings into the water. And you will keep saying how many are left. Ratul’s eyes watered again when he heard his father’s words. Dad threw a coin into the river with all his might and said how much Ratul is left now. She cried and said, “Dad, it’s 39.” In this way, one by one, in front of his eyes, he started throwing all the hard-earned money of his life into the water. Ratul is counting one by one. He does not know the language to describe such a situation. All he knows is that every tear that falls from his eyes burns his heart to ashes like cosine oil. Dad never laid a hand on her, never said a word. Today it seems that interest is actually compensating for everything. Dad did not give the last money. Then he said ‘Ratul’ you cried for wasting 40 rupees of your earnings today. How much money have you wasted in this way, where have I never cried? How much money have you wasted in this way, where have I never cried? I have the same feeling as you feel the pain to realize the pain. I left this last money of yours. This is my child’s first earned money. It is an achievement of pride for a father. I will keep it with me until death as a memory. You take 2 lakh rupees from your mother tomorrow. After hearing these words of his father, Ratul felt more guilty. Emotions could no longer hold. She hugged her father and cried and said, “Dad, I don’t need money.” I haven’t learned anything in school or college so far, what you taught me today, you are the best father in the world. There can be no greater teacher than an ideal father. An ideal father is the best teacher in the world.
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