When I am sitting and writing about him, I must clear that I am his son but its' not any appreciation note or any tribute to him. It was really tough to find someone about whom I could write who is not that well known but has created a lasting impression on my heart and mind. Today, suddenly I got stuck to this idea that who can be my first blurry image other than my father, who has brought me up and has made me so capable to even write and for that matter to do anything....
On my every action and thought I find his impression and I just don't know but it just happens and it can be a general phenomenon as offspring do get certainly personality traits in their genes from their parents, I guess, I know enough to say so. I could recall him, slapping me once for demanding a chocolate of just five bucks and even buying me a toy of thousand bucks. He is a real man of circumstances and principles. A true follower of his father and a committed family man. He evaded the work which was obvious as he was too young to do that but he did, he actually started handling the shop when he was just eight. He regrets it quite often that he could not study but recalls his father consoling him that it's good that he didn't as his family required him more. From his love for football to his sincerity for work, I have hundred things to appreciate about him. He earns really well, more than one and a half engineer but spends quite less, he is not a miser but knows the worth of his wealth so ignores the size of his income. About money, he says "you have really limited sum to spend, which either you can spend on yourself or others, but the only thing which matters is what gives you more pleasure !! People not extending their hands to spend on others are not worthy and wealthy as well." He was running a business of millions in nineties and so he regrets the division of family which happened then.
I have seen him running for a dying man on a railway platform, whom we never knew. He got shocked when my sister fainted. He lifted up my grandmother when she had chest pain. He cried when last rituals of my grandfather were performed. He gets into quarrels with my mother. He got depressed on my less AIEEE score. How does it matter to anyone in any sense but it does because he is like any other human so he errs as well. But, as a father, as a son, as a husband and as a human, how much have I seen him is an image of 'near-to-perfect' human being.
He often tells me 'sab din saman nahin hote, sab jan saman nahin hote' - All days are not same, all humans are not same. As a father he scolds me when I do something really wrong but he wanders with me till midnight. He has been matured enough to listen to all my adolescent experiences and comment on them as a very nice friend. I have shared every single bit of life with him and he has made me to enjoy every moment of it. When I turn back today to look at my life, I find him so right because the shape which it has taken today, which is quite good, would not have been possible without the way he was and he is.
People and our relatives trust him so much that they come to him for every other problem they encounter and he too humble solves those without any sense of doing. He says "man hus to tuti chappal men takka lagwa ke pehnenge aur nahin to char jod jute kharedna kaunsi badi baat hai"- He makes his own choices. He does the accounting of a small retail shop on tally using his personal laptop asks children to learn many languages. Meditation is his daily habit and it gives him the unending power to sustain the adversities which anyone has to face in life. His favorite doha - "dheere-dheere re mana, dheere sab kuch hoye; mali sinche sau ghada, ritu aaye fal hoye". I am not his follower, I should not be. Because, my mother still finds some odds in him, but, she also admires him when it comes on how should I be. We together have spent many hours talking to each other and now whenever I go home, we spend at least one sleepless night sharing our thoughts and lives. "aadmi ki agar aadten achchi hon, to us kisi baat ki fikr nahin hoti."
He is a courageous and thoughtful man. Although, he could not complete his formal education but he inspired me to study well and learn more. For him study is not what you read in books but how you direct your life and your surrounding after learning something. I can continue writing because he is my father and so can anyone else about his/her father. I must confess this is not a blurry image but the most clear image of my life which has helped me in making my own image. I request everyone to simply love their father because he is the rigid support of one's life; which doesn't bend often but in case tumbles down no other structure can stand anymore. I am emotional because I know he is not a celebrity but he is my hero !!!!
People and our relatives trust him so much that they come to him for every other problem they encounter and he too humble solves those without any sense of doing. He says "man hus to tuti chappal men takka lagwa ke pehnenge aur nahin to char jod jute kharedna kaunsi badi baat hai"- He makes his own choices. He does the accounting of a small retail shop on tally using his personal laptop asks children to learn many languages. Meditation is his daily habit and it gives him the unending power to sustain the adversities which anyone has to face in life. His favorite doha - "dheere-dheere re mana, dheere sab kuch hoye; mali sinche sau ghada, ritu aaye fal hoye". I am not his follower, I should not be. Because, my mother still finds some odds in him, but, she also admires him when it comes on how should I be. We together have spent many hours talking to each other and now whenever I go home, we spend at least one sleepless night sharing our thoughts and lives. "aadmi ki agar aadten achchi hon, to us kisi baat ki fikr nahin hoti."
He is a courageous and thoughtful man. Although, he could not complete his formal education but he inspired me to study well and learn more. For him study is not what you read in books but how you direct your life and your surrounding after learning something. I can continue writing because he is my father and so can anyone else about his/her father. I must confess this is not a blurry image but the most clear image of my life which has helped me in making my own image. I request everyone to simply love their father because he is the rigid support of one's life; which doesn't bend often but in case tumbles down no other structure can stand anymore. I am emotional because I know he is not a celebrity but he is my hero !!!!
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