In a heartfelt journey from Hyderabad to California, Sathish Reddy Gathpa reflects on fulfilling a childhood promise to buy his family their first car, honoring his father’s sacrifices for a better life.
When I was four years old, my family relocated to Hyderabad. My parents made this significant move to provide my sister and me with better educational opportunities and an improved standard of living, even if it meant making personal sacrifices.
My father dedicated nearly 35 years of his life as a state transport bus driver, initially with the Andhra Pradesh State Road Transport Corporation (APSRTC) and later with the Telangana State Road Transport Corporation (TSRTC) following the formation of Telangana.
Throughout my upbringing, I witnessed his unwavering commitment to our family, working tirelessly to ensure that my sister and I received the best education possible within our family’s means.
Years later, during my eighth-grade class, a seemingly innocuous question from my teacher lingered in my mind:
“How many of you have a car at home?”
As several classmates raised their hands, I remained silent.
While the moment passed without much thought from others, it resonated deeply within me. That afternoon, without confiding in anyone, I made a quiet promise to myself:
“One day, I’ll buy a car for my family.”
At that young age, I had no concept of how I would fulfill this promise. I was unaware of salaries, career paths, immigration challenges, or the distance life would eventually place between me and my family.
As the years unfolded, I transitioned from school to college. In 2016, I achieved an All India Rank of approximately 3,000 in the General category in the JEE Main examination, leading me to study Computer Science at the Visvesvaraya National Institute of Technology (VNIT) in Nagpur.
Reaching this milestone required persistence, as financial constraints influenced many of our educational choices. Initially, I enrolled in a regular junior college with a merit-based fee concession. However, after demonstrating my capabilities in weekly exams, the principal offered to promote me to a fast-track JEE batch while allowing me to retain the concession. For two years, my preparation for the JEE involved daily commutes on crowded public buses, where I balanced studying, traveling, and making the most of the opportunities my parents had worked so hard to provide.
Upon graduating from VNIT, I joined Mastercard in Pune as a software engineer. A few years later, I moved to the United States to pursue a master’s degree. Eventually, I interned at Intel and secured a full-time position as a software engineer in California in June 2025.
My journey took me from Hyderabad to California, thousands of miles away from the family and home that shaped my identity.
Like many Indians who build their lives abroad, the distance altered my perception of home. Significant family moments began to arrive through photographs, phone calls, and recorded videos.
One of the hardest moments to miss was my father’s retirement in May 2025. After nearly 35 years with TSRTC, he reached a milestone our family had eagerly anticipated, but I could not attend the ceremony.
I later watched his speech and listened to his colleagues’ words through recorded videos. Missing his felicitation in person weighed heavily on me, especially knowing that a significant chapter in his life had concluded while I was far away.
It wasn’t just the major milestones I missed; I longed for the rhythm of daily life at home—the early-morning pooja, the delicious meals my mother prepared, and the long conversations over tea that became as memorable as any occasion.
Living abroad taught me that often, what you miss most are not the grand events, but the ordinary moments that surround them.
Throughout the years, that childhood promise remained with me. I may not have known the exact reasons behind my desire for a car, but I often envisioned my parents owning one. I would picture a car parked in front of our house and imagine the joy it would bring to my family. It was never an obsession or a formal goal; rather, it was a quiet vision of the future that persisted in my mind.
Shortly after my father retired, I was finally able to fulfill my promise.
I purchased my family their first car—a Tango Red Mahindra XUV 3XO AX5, the kind of vehicle I could easily imagine parked in front of our home.
I opted to pay for the car in full rather than finance it through a loan. While conventional wisdom suggests that money could be invested elsewhere, this decision was never purely financial for me.
Some returns cannot be quantified on a spreadsheet. Witnessing my parents’ happiness is one of those returns.
The timing of the purchase made it even more significant. My father had spent most of his working life behind the wheel, adhering to fixed routes and schedules. After his retirement, I wanted this new chapter to feel different.
I wanted him to experience the freedom to go wherever he pleased, to visit our village, meet relatives, or take my mother out without the constraints of a timetable.
In my mind, the car represented giving him wings in retirement—the freedom to travel on his own terms.
Initially, my parents were uncertain about my choice of Tango Red, but I loved the contrast of the vibrant red body with the black dual-tone roof and convinced them to embrace the color. Now, they appreciate it every day.
And the car has certainly been on many adventures!
With over 15,000 kilometers on its odometer, my father enjoys driving it whenever he gets the chance, especially during visits to our village.
This journey holds special meaning for our family. In our childhood, summer holidays often involved traveling by bus to our village with my mother while my father stayed behind in Hyderabad to work. The journey required a day’s travel, with multiple bus changes while lugging our bags between connections.
Today, my parents make that same trip in their own car in just a couple of hours. Each time my father drives there, I reflect on how different that experience is from our childhood journeys.
The car has also transformed smaller moments. Previously, attending weddings or family functions often meant relying on relatives or hitching a ride with someone else. While there was nothing wrong with that, having our own car grants my parents a newfound independence: they can leave when they want, return when they want, and travel on their own terms.
These may seem like ordinary conveniences, but for us, they represent the profound meaning behind the car.
When the car first arrived home, I was not there in person. I received photographs of my family standing beside it from thousands of miles away.
Strangely, my first thought was not about the car or the money I had spent.
I was transported back to that eighth-grade classroom.
I could almost visualize the hands rising around me again. I remembered the boy sitting there quietly, making a promise that no one else in the room knew existed.
And I thought about my father, the man who had spent decades behind the wheel, earning a living, who had moved our family to Hyderabad in search of better opportunities for his children, and who had continued to support our education even during financially challenging times.
Now, after all those years of driving for a living, his son could finally raise his hand.
I had kept my promise to him.
For me, this story transcends the ownership of a car. It embodies the quiet ambitions children carry after witnessing their parents build a life with whatever resources they have, and how those ambitions can follow us even when life takes us far from home. It is a tribute to my parents, whose sacrifices have quietly shaped every opportunity that has brought me this far.
Professional milestones matter. Financial stability matters. But sometimes, success manifests as something beautifully ordinary parked outside your parents’ home.
This milestone felt different.
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