My dad has always been my Inspiration. In college we had a session in class about who inspires us in life. Well, when it was my turn I said “My Dad”, “If I hate to see anything in this world it’s my dad’s disappointment in me” I continued, “He has lived his life on his own terms and he made a life for us that no one could have imagined him to achieve. He inspires me and I live to see him happy”.
I am married now, have a son. I try to be to my son what my dad is to me. A pillar of strength and the courage to go on. He taught us the three D’s of life. “Duty, Discipline and Dedication” he would always say. I have all three imbibed in me. That’s what has pulled me through some tough times in life. He also says that bad times don’t last too long, your day will surely come.
Even today, when its summer my memories quickly rush back to the days when we all would go to my grandparents’ in the train. I remember asking dad for water or to get me down from the top berth a zillion times per journey. I remember the sheer panic when he would get down at a station to buy something or to refill the water bottle. Will he be back in the safety of our coupe before the train left this station? He always did. 🙂
My dad was required to go on these official trips to neighboring towns. Till my dad got back home I was a wreck. A thousand thoughts would run through my little head, all negative and I would cringe inside. Added to the already jittery demeanor of mine in this regard, my dad was once stuck at a place where a cyclone had struck. No relief greater than when he was back home.
I loved watching sports and news with dad. He seemed like an encyclopedia when it comes to sports and politics. He knew so much about so many things, tennis, cricket, athletics(as in Commonwealth games, Olympics, etc.), for a while he even watched Basketball. He knew international goings on and the national. Ask him anything and he had an opinion. I mean, where did he get all that? I would watch some news(I hate watching news, by the way) just to ask him his opinion on issues and “Why things are as they are?”, etc, etc.
When I had my son, I was just beginning to have a normal diet. He had deep fried bitter gourd for me. He thought he had overfried them so he sprinkled sugar and got it for me to eat. I was so overwhelmed by emotion with that gesture.
My dad wears his heart on his sleeve when it comes to his kids. Mostly with me. He dislikes celebrating anything on the English calendar. But in our family I managed to get away with celebrating Christmas with the tree, decorations you know, the works. I introduced him to “Father’s Day”. So much so that this year when I didn’t call him on father’s day, he texted me wondering if “you care it’s Father’s Day today?”. 🙂
Well, Dyadee, this one is for you… Every one should have a dad like you…