Way back in 1970, when my headmaster, Mr. Anantha Rama Rao Verkady summoned me to his room, I was surprised. It was to tell me that I was one of the reciepients of the National Merit Scholarship for having figured in the list of first 100 ranks in the state SSLC examination. My joy knew no bounds. He gave me a letter to that effect and another accompanying letter to be signed by my father, a physician, and indicated where my father had to sign it. The scholarship was a prestigious one and would look after my education till my Phd if ever I chose to do it! When I proudly gave the letter to my father he was extremely happy. He went through the contents of the letter very carefully and appreciated my achievement but flatly refused to sign it.
He pointed out to me that an income limit was prescribed and that his income exceeded that limit marginally. I tried to convince him by saying that by signing this he would be absolved of all responsibilities of my entire education. I however failed miserably in my efforts.
I then put forth my last argument saying that if he did not sign the letter for his son, the next in line would sign it for his own even if his income exceeded the prescribed limit. To this my father coldly replied "hat is the difference between hid father and your father!"Needless to say I never received the said scholarship but rt only Rs. 100 as a token and a certificate instead. This action of his reflected his honesty, transparency and descipline.
The day before his demise, when he was unable to swallow, I politely suggested that he may be admitted into a hospital and be given intravenous fluids. I felt that I was doing what was best for him as he always did for me. But he refused the suggestion immediately. The speed of decision and the finality of his voice reminded me of the incidence in school.
The voice however had become feeble, but the spirit had not diminished. Needless to add, as usual, he had the final say in the matter!