🌟 A Hero Beyond Words: My Father’s Journey – A Birthday Tribute 🌟

20th July 2025 – a special day that brings with it not just another year but a lifetime of memories, struggles, victories, and the story of a man who never gave up — my dad.

I don’t know why, but every time I sit and think about him, my eyes well up with tears — not out of sadness, but from an overwhelming feeling of pride and gratitude. His story isn’t just about success. It’s about resilience, sacrifice, and a deeply-rooted kindness that still shines in everything he does.

🏡 Humble Beginnings from Tavshi, Athani, Belgaum

Born on 20th July 1978, in a small rural village called Tavshi in Belgaum district, life wasn’t easy. Facilities were scarce. Opportunities, even fewer. But my father had something no one could take from him — a burning desire to rise.

With the support of a schoolteacher who noticed his brilliance, he got admitted to school. One memory that still leaves a lump in the throat — the day his father dropped him off at an exam center, only to come back and realize he had already gone in — without a goodbye. A quiet pain that lingered in the background of a young boy’s heart… but became fuel for his fire.

Among six siblings, my dad stood out — a brilliant student who ranked 1st in the entire Belgaum district. This achievement earned him a place at the prestigious Sainik School, Bijapur, where he was part of Chalukya House (Cadre No. 2364). There, life taught him punctuality, discipline, and pride. He became so polished, he even ate groundnuts with a spoon!

He was known for his singing too — friends teasing him with the lines: “Police walya, cycle walya, brake lavun thamb!” — a line that now lives as a fond memory of simpler days.

💍 Asha: A Bond Written by Destiny

Then came Asha. Though he initially felt he wasn’t ready to take on family responsibilities, destiny had a plan.

They married on 7th May 1999 in Kolhapur. Life was tough, but love was stronger. Together, they took up odd jobs, managed finances, and began to dream together. Asha supported him at every step — not just emotionally but financially too, helping him save and plan.

They moved to Athani, continued doing small jobs, and then took a leap into business — starting a newspaper distribution operation. Slowly and steadily, the seeds of ambition began to grow.

📈 The Rise: From Newspapers to Enterprises

From that modest newspaper job, my dad ventured into various sectors — real estate, solar energy, cooperative banking, textiles, and more. There was no industry he left untouched. His drive was relentless, and his heart never hardened despite the hardships.

But in 2012, life took a harsh turn. The business crashed. Financial stress knocked at every door. Life touched rock bottom.

🌱 The Comeback — With Grace and Grit

But my dad isn’t someone who gives up.

With grace in his heart and grit in his soul, he faced it all — and slowly, things began turning again. His wife Asha became Zilla Panchayat President of Belgaum, and with her success, came a resurgence of hope.

Today, he stands tall as:

🌟 One of South India’s Most Trusted Numerologists

🌟 A Renowned Vastu Expert

🌟 Founder of NPR Developers

🌟 Editor of Bharath Vaibhav Daily Newspaper

🌟 And above all — Dr. N. Prasshanth Rav

A name that now stands for knowledge, energy, resilience, and vision. A man who turned every no into a new beginning.

Even today, if I ask him for ₹100, he sends ₹500. Always more. Always in abundance.
And when we thank him? He simply says:
“It’s my duty.”

💖 The Man Behind My World

He is not just my father. He is my foundation, my hero, my strength.

To the world, he may be a businessman, an expert in numbers, a community leader.
To me, he is the man who taught me how to live with purpose, how to rise after failure, and how to never forget kindness — even at your lowest.

✨ पापा ही तो हैं… ❤️

A Poem by Disha Rao

पापा वो आइना हैं जो हमेशा हँसता हुआ चेहरा दिखाते हैं।
पापा वो घड़ी हैं जो सही समय का इंतज़ार करना सिखाते हैं।
पापा वो छाता हैं जो बारिश में सहारा बन जाते हैं।
पापा वो गाड़ी हैं जो सही समय पर स्कूल पहुँचाते हैं।

पापा वो कॉल हैं जो बिना बोले ही सब सुन लेते हैं।
पापा वो दिल हैं जो बिना कहे ही सब जान लेते हैं।
पापा वो नाम हैं जो बच्चे के दिल में घर कर जाता है।
पापा वो प्यार हैं जो लिखकर बयां नहीं हो पाता है।

पापा वो पेड़ हैं, जो पत्थर भी मारो तो मीठे फल ही देता है।
पापा वो पहाड़ हैं जो हर तूफ़ान का डटकर सामना करता है।
पापा उस छोटे बच्चे की प्यारी सी हँसी हैं,
पापा उस छोटी बच्ची के प्यारे से सुपरहीरो भी हैं।

पापा वो सुबह का अख़बार और मीठी सी चाय हैं,
पापा वो रात की शांति और धीमे से खर्राटे हैं।
पापा प्यार का पहला नाम हैं,
पापा दया का सागर हैं।

माँ धरती तो पापा आसमान हैं,
सारे परिवार का बोझ उठाए ऐसे वो बलवान हैं।
ज़िम्मेदारी के बोझ तले झुक गए कंधे हैं,
फिर भी यारों को हर मुश्किल में दे चलते अपने कंधे हैं।

पापा हैं तो है डर में साहस,
पापा हैं तो है दिल में धड़कन,
पापा हैं तो है गुल्लक भरी हुई,
पापा हैं तो है घर सारा रोशन।

– Disha Rao

May you always stay healthy, Dad. I’ll never stop needing you. You’ve done more for me than words can ever express. I am forever grateful, and above all, proud to be your daughter.