A Story of Dreams and Sacrifice of a Duo
Actualy this blog should have released some weeks before but it got delayed.
There’s a reason why this blog was delayed for so long. I wanted to release it only after I had achieved my dream, but then I thought about my brother—Dharmaraj Anna. He had always been there to guide me, to support me when I needed it the most. His dream was just as important to me as my own. So, I waited. But now, after we’ve both reached our goals together, I am releasing this blog with pride. This is the culmination of all our dreams, and I want to share it with you.
Every blogger has a desire to write their dream blog, and this is my dream blog. I was waiting for this day to write this blog right from when my blogging journey started. And finally, the wait is over.
"Good news came," "Patience gives you happiness."
And also, this is my last blog in this channel, "Namma Ooru Nellai." Here's the reason. After reading this, you may find out why I have written this blog in the Nellai channel. The reason is simple: this is a story of a Nellai family that faced struggles, and two women supported a boy to see success in his life.And this one of the longest blog I have written but I assure it will be worth to read.
The Day That Changed Everything
Life can change in the blink of an eye, and for us, it did. My father, my hero, was gone—taken from us by a sudden heart attack. I can still hear the echo of my mother’s trembling voice when she broke the news to my sister. My sister sat in stunned silence, and when she finally spoke, her words cut deep:
“Dad never said no to anyone. He gave everything he had to everyone. So, when God asked for his life, he gave that too—with tears.”
The man who was our strength, our guide, our protector, was no longer with us. Our home, once filled with his laughter, became a silent shell of its former self.
In those moments of despair, relatives and friends came with words of advice. Some said, “Accept it as a challenge and do it. Show the world you can survive.” Their words weren’t comforting at the time, but they planted a seed in my heart—a fire to prove to the world that we could rise from the ashes.
My Sister: The Unsung Hero
If there’s one person who truly carried our family after my father’s passing, it’s my sister. She wasn’t just a sister; she became a second father to me. At an age when she should have been dreaming about her own future, she gave it all up to ensure I had one.She sacrificed her dream of to be a IAS to just see me success in life.
She was the one who stayed awake with me during exams, the one who encouraged me when I felt lost, and the one who reminded me every single day that I was not alone. She stood by my side through everything, never letting me feel the absence of a father.
She wasn’t just my emotional support; she was my pillar of strength. She fought battles I never saw, carried burdens she never spoke about, and sacrificed in ways I will never fully understand. I have seen her break down in silence, wipe her own tears, and then come to me with a smile—because she knew I needed her to be strong.
Even after her marriage, she continued to guide me. She called every day to check on me, supported me through every challenge, and always believed in my potential. Even today, she reminds me that no matter how far life takes us, she will always be there, watching over me like a guardian angel.
And I still can’t forget the day I was saying goodbye to you from the car, just before you were about to leave for abroad. At that moment, you gave me a thumbs up with eyes full of tears. I controlled my tears, but as soon as the car moved away from you, I cried a lot. It wasn’t just a thumbs up; it was a boost for me for the next two years.
To me, she is not just my sister—she is my hero, my protector, my second parent and my VVIP.
My Mother: A Warrior’s Heart
If my sister was my guide, my mother was the warrior who shielded us from the storm. Overnight, she became both a father and a mother, shouldering responsibilities she had never faced before.
I still remember the nights I would hear her crying alone, holding my father’s shirt close to her chest. But every morning, she would wake up, wipe her tears, and put on a brave face for us. She never showed her pain, never let us feel weak.
She fought battles no one saw. She took care of everything—handling responsibilities that were never meant to be hers. She made sure my sister and I never felt alone in this world. She taught us that no matter how hard life gets, love and resilience can carry us through anything.
Even on days when she was sick, she put our needs before hers. She made sure we had everything we needed. I have seen her stand strong when the world tried to break her, and I have learned from her what it truly means to be unbreakable.
She is not just my mother—she is my first teacher, my inspiration, and my guiding light.
My Father’s Friends: My Second Fathers
Right after my father’s funeral, his friends stood by me. They didn’t say, “Don’t worry.” Instead, they said,
“We won’t tell you not to worry, but we will say this—we will be your fathers from now on.”
And they meant every word.
They took me to school every single day until I finished my schooling. They attended every parents’ meeting, stood by me during my exams, and celebrated every small success in my life like it was their own.
Whenever I faced a problem, the first people I called were them. They never let me feel the absence of my father.
They taught me life lessons that I carry with me even today. They were strict when needed, supportive when I felt weak, and protective like a father should be. Even now, they check on me, asking about my well-being and reminding me that I will always have them.
I don’t have just one father—I have a group of them, and I am forever grateful.
A Special Thanks to My Mentor: Rahini Mam
I need to thank Rahini Mam, my mentor for the past five years. Mam, you have been with me in every stage of my life. You weren’t just a teacher—you were my guide, my support system, and the one who made me stronger.
There were many days when I cried to you, Mam. You saw me at my lowest points, and instead of just comforting me, you made me stronger. You taught me to face life with courage and to never give up on myself.
I will never forget that one phone call. That day, I was completely shattered. I felt lost, like everything was slipping away. And then, you called me and said,
“I am there for you. Don’t worry. Pathukalam da.”What ever happens Can happen ?You don't think about it.
Those words changed me. They gave me hope. Today, I am not crying—because of you mam. Thank you, Mam. For everything yoy have done for me till now.
Dharmaraj Anna: The Brother I Found
You may wonder why I am writing about him here. But I can’t even imagine skipping him in my dream blog. If I did, it would be the worst thing I could ever do to him.
In college, I found a brother I never knew I needed—Dharmaraj Anna. He was there during my toughest times, standing by me when I faced betrayals, failures, and moments when the world seemed to turn against me.
Whenever I imagined who I wanted beside me when I received good news, it was always him. And when I first heard my unofficial placement news at Asian Paints, he was right next to me. I hugged him tightly—a hug I will never forget in my life. It wasn’t just joy; it was pure gratitude.
I actually knew about my placement two weeks earlier unofficially, but we kept it a secret. Only he and my closest friends knew. The reason this blog wasn’t released earlier was because his final round interview got delayed more than five times. The wait was filled with tension and anxiety—we kept wondering, why is it getting delayed so much?
Even one week ago, when he finally attended the interview, there was a small issue that added to our stress. But finally, it got completed.
And when I saw him after the interview, I didn’t even ask, “How did you do?” The only thing that mattered to me was one question—
“Was it finally completed?”
Because that moment wasn’t just about the interview—it was about everything we had been through together.
And finally, the news is official—we got placed in Asian Paints!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anna, I know I have hurt you many times, and I still regret it. But you have always forgiven me. Your support has been my strength, and because of you, I will rise higher than my dreams.
If you have a brother like him in your life, you are destined for success.
The New Beginning: The Duo’s Dream Come True
Dharmaraj Anna and I are going to work in the same company. It is truly a dream come true moment for us.And I am again again seeing that whatsapp message sent by you "Namma Jechitom Marra"
The moment I heard this news officially although I know it unofficialy, I cried. But that cry had pain—pain that only my close friends can understand. They know why this meant so much to me.This news means so much to me and him because we two know the reason why it matters a lot ?.It is a very very special moment in our life and it got delayed for a week.
I don’t know what comes next, but this is a new beginning for us. A new journey. A new chapter. And I know, with Anna by my side, we are going to create something special.
Beleive guys,God has a plan,I had different plan about my job journey,but my plan didn"t work out,but God surprised me with this.Now I am saying I am even more happier now with this one from god.
And I will say "You may not get what you want"But "You will get What you desrve"
My Friends: The Backbone of My Journey
Finally, I want to thank my friend's gang You all have been my rock, my escape, and my laughter through the toughest times. And here’s my promise—I am taking you all on a tour before 2025 April ends.
Enna da guys, okay va? Happy ya?
But guys neenga namba matinga theriyum,But ungaluku vera vali illa Nambi dhan Aganum itha 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Final Thought
No matter how dark the road may seem, there's always a glimmer of light at the end. Keep walking, keep fighting, and keep loving. Because, in the end, love will always find its way back to you. And when it does, it will be your strength, your guide, and your greatest victory.
To My Appa:
And Finally to My Appa "I had made it what you have expected"
A Message to All
This isn’t just my story. It’s the story of every boy or girl who has lost their father at a young age. It’s the story of every mother who became both parents, every sister who sacrificed her dreams, and every friend who became family.
Life will throw challenges at you, but remember, those challenges are what shape you into the person you’re meant to be. Let your struggles become your strength, your tears become your motivation, and your pain become your purpose.
"The pain of parting is nothing compared to the joy of remembering, for every tear is a reflection of the love we’ve shared."
"As I bid farewell to this chapter, I want to say that my journey as a blogger doesn't end here. It’s just the beginning of a new story, one that will continue to unfold forever in the stories from Sivapathi channel. I hope to carry forward the lessons, emotions, and experiences from this space into new adventures.
Thank you, dear readers, for being part of this beautiful journey. The bond we’ve shared through these words will live on, and I look forward to the day when we meet again in the stories yet to be told. Until then, my heart will always carry the echoes of your support and love."
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