Vyom,
As you stand at this milestone, I can’t help but replay your journey in my mind—like a instagram reel that runs from the curious little boy who asked a hundred “whys” before breakfast , to the thoughtful, kind (and yes, gloriously stubborn-debating-champion) young man you are today.
Now, as you step into this thrilling new chapter at Cornell, take with you the love, values, and laughter that have shaped your story so far. Wherever life sweeps you, and wherever I may be, know this: my pride in you is immeasurable, my blessings unshakable, and my love—absolutely non-negotiable—will always walk beside you.
Back in my school days, our motto was “Courage is Destiny.” Today, those words are my torch for you. Go forward with courage, keep your heart steady and true, and trust that you are more than ready for everything that awaits.
Today, to celebrate you, I bring a gift that carries no price tag but holds all the weight of my heart—a father’s offering to his son. Happy 18th, Vyom. Go forth. Be bold. Be kind. Be you.
Eighteen summers, and here you stand,
A young man, ready, with dreams so grand.
From Munich’s sun where you took first breath,
To Ithaca’s hills that now call you next.How quickly the pages of time have flown,
From Ben 10 battles in rooms you’d own,
To Furtu zoomies at dusk’s sweet hour,
Your joy, our anchor, your love, our power.Amma and Dadu danced in your light,
Guided your steps with gentleness bright.
They’re not here in form, but I know, my son,
They’re watching with pride for all you’ve become.They see in you a teacher’s grace,
Kindness shining on your face.
Not just the grades, though they have been mighty fine,
But the way your values quietly shine.Remember Portland or snowflakes in Bend,
The way you cared, the way you’d bend.
To make Nani smile, or guide Amma’s stride,
That’s the heart I trust, that’s my pride.The Flieger song still plays in my head,
As I see you leap where others dread.
From Marineplatz walks to senior year halls,
You’ve met the world with open calls.Now my son, as you leave our gate,
To find your truth, to shape your fate.
Know this: your name is yours to keep,
But your soul, it’s yours to sow and reap.The world may dazzle, the world may strain,
But hold to your joy through storm or rain.
Dance like you did to “Shut up and dance with you”,
Speak truth with heart, always remember how you grew.To lectures and lakes, to new midnight skies,
To questions that open your inner whys.
Take our hopes, but more—take your own.
Let your conscience be your cornerstone.For success will come, and failure too,
But courage will always carry you through.
Welcome to adulthood my dear son,
A brand new chapter has just begun.
