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When I moved from Thanjavur to Chennai for a journalism job, I was earning a decent salary. But I was also a spendthrift. I’d often call home, concoct some story, and ask my father, “Please send me two thousand rupees by money order, Pa.” (This was before the days of online banking).
My father would always oblige without delay. (I must confess, I ended up borrowing more from him than my actual salary!).
Whenever he sent a money order, my father, a man of great English proficiency, would include a short message in English on the form. He would always have it typed out rather than writing it himself.
Each time, the little note would begin with “My dear son…”.
One day, a money order arrived, and I was shocked by the typed message. Instead of “My dear son,” it read “My dear sin.”
Of course, my father wouldn’t have intentionally asked for it to be typed that way. But the word “sin” struck a chord within me.
I returned the money order without cashing it.
The money reached my father, who was taken aback. He immediately called my office, his voice filled with concern, “Why did you return the money?”
I always spoke openly with my father. “It said ‘My dear sin,’ Pa. It felt right, so I returned it,” I replied.
My father laughed. I knew him well. Even in times of great sorrow, he would laugh. I recognized the undercurrent of sadness in that laughter.
He hung up the phone abruptly. At that time, I was working for the Tamil magazine “Thamizhan Express,” part of the Indian Express group.
The next morning, I received a call from security at my office. My father had come to see me.
I rushed down from the second floor, my heart pounding. My father was sitting in the security office.
Despite the turmoil within, I put on a casual facade. “What brings you here so suddenly, Pa?” I asked.
My father patted my head. “Thambi,” he said, “Do you think I see you as a sin? You are my everything, my greatest treasure. That typist must have made a mistake in a hurry. Why worry about such things? You returned the money, and I knew you would be struggling. So, I came to give it to you.”
Fighting back tears, I mumbled a few words.
Thinking back, it occurs to me that children often appear as “sins” to their parents.
But fathers are a blessing.

• Prove to your mother that you’ll love her always.
• Prove to your father that you’ll uphold his name forever.
• Prove to your wife that your love is hers alone.
• Prove to your brother that you’ll stand by him through thick and thin.
• Prove to your sister that her happiness is never a burden.
• Prove to your son that you’ll be on his side, even if the world is against him.
• Prove to your daughter that her tears will bring you blood.
  Proving anything to anyone else is like adding a pinch of asafoetida to the ocean – insignificant.
  Will defeat lead to victory?
• Lose to your mother, and her love will increase.
• Lose to your father, and your wisdom will grow.
• Lose to your partner, and your joy will double.
• Lose to your child, and your affection will multiply.
• Lose to your relatives, and your bond will strengthen.
• Lose to your friend, and your friendship will deepen.
  Therefore, embrace defeat. Defeat can lead to victory. Live with love.