"Almost any man can be a Father.It takes Someone Extremely Special to be a Dad"
Hey Papa,
remember the last time when you hit me? Probably, you won't. It was during my sixth grade. For I had chewed a slice of your tobacco roll back then.
Now every time i take in a smoke, i'm not reminded of the slap on my palm, but of your words of solace after you caned me.
when i failed in my public exams, i could clearly make out that out of all you were the one who was hurt the most, though you didn't show it and put up a plain-face. You just silently supported me all this way.
Now when i fought back and cleared the papers well, why don't you let me follow my dreams? Why am i being pressed to believe that majoring in English is a bad option and that commerce is my forte when you very well know of how good i suck at numbers.
I still remember the day when you taught me the art of spinning a cricket ball. I was inspired and used to practice it all the time, whenever wherever i could. But then came a day, when the opener of the other colony's team hit a six sixes in my over. It was when i was dejected the most, and frustrated too.
That's when you without losing your cool inspired me to convert this aggression of mine into a positive energy. Probably, these were the lines you said - "Remember that failure is an event, not a person".
Every time when me or my buncho' friends during a game used to break a window pane of an irritating Aunty or some retard uncle, It was you who would bail us out.
There was a time when mobile phones didn't exist and International calls used to cost as much as a Jockey Undies cost today. You were overseas for months together and used to call up once in a few days. Though i was a kiddo back then, i could clearly make out that Amma was worried and tensed about you, so was i. She still gets worried when your cell's not reachable, though its you who would hardly charge its battery once a week. She loves you so much and cares a lot that even its been an inspiration for me. When it comes to these small things, try being a bit more responsible. Like charging up your cell and all, not forgetting the keys in the car which you do most often, over-heating the dishes in case Amma is not around.
Maybe i will stop it here for if i were writing this on a paper, it would have been wet by now already.
Bye papa. take care.
Gunnu.
There was a time when mobile phones didn't exist and International calls used to cost as much as a Jockey Undies cost today. You were overseas for months together and used to call up once in a few days. Though i was a kiddo back then, i could clearly make out that Amma was worried and tensed about you, so was i. She still gets worried when your cell's not reachable, though its you who would hardly charge its battery once a week. She loves you so much and cares a lot that even its been an inspiration for me. When it comes to these small things, try being a bit more responsible. Like charging up your cell and all, not forgetting the keys in the car which you do most often, over-heating the dishes in case Amma is not around.
Maybe i will stop it here for if i were writing this on a paper, it would have been wet by now already.
Bye papa. take care.
Gunnu.
2 comments:
oh boy! i can completely relate to this post...tum toh mere alterego nikle yaar!
boy, i had a tough time convincing dad when i decided to pursue masters in english after majoring in physics. somehow Eliot seemed more seducing to me than Einstein, and trust me the shift has been so romantic, even thrilling at times that i wonder what was i doing till date in that highly uninspiring world of science!
be it in commerce or science 2+2 would always equal to 4 but boy! it could be anything but 4 in literature....and maybe that's why all dads tend to hate it, lest their progeny appear as dumb asses!
anyway hope to see you on my turf pretty soon :)
cheers!
this is so beautiful, especially the last bit :)
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