Pa is one person whose life has been nothing but sacrifices. He is one who sculpted me to whatever I am today. He has held my hands to teach me to walk and still continues to hold it. I should definitely illustrate certain examples here. When I first learnt to drive bike, he sat there at the back and kept instructing me. When I was about to about to put the bike down and fall, he just pushed me aside so that I wouldn’t get hurt the bike falls on him. That speaks of his concern. (But the tragedy is he still instructs and adjusts if i drive with him on the back ;())
Even when I sleep till 11 in the morning, he doesn’t wake me up and scolds mom not to wake up and says, Paavam let her sleep she can enjoy all this here only. He has taught me love, affection, sharing, discipline and everything but in a very sweet way. He loses his temper but it was for all our good. And the best part is, he loves his daughters so much that he cannot be without talking to us so comes back immediately consoling us. I would proudly say I am the pampered daughter of my father, the gift of being second and last in the family. But I am definitely not a spoilt brat. He is my first hero. I admire him a lot. Probably every girl on the earth expects a husband like her father only. She expects the same care, unconditioned love, his courage, his smiles during tough times. Wow… You are the best always…!!
I love the way he teases me. I am an ardent fan of actor Madhavan. So much so crazy that I watch any crap movie just because he comes. I would be watching alaipayuthey 105 or 106th time in the TV and he gets home from office. He would give me a smile like, “Nee thirundave maate kind”... He comes back and sternly says I want to watch news so give me the remote. So I would give it half heartedly.
And get back to my room. Suddenly I hear Pacchai Nerame song so loudly that I run to the hall to see it. My dad would be waiting for that moment and would immediately change the channel just to tease me. Though it would be irritating I like the way he does it. Pa, I love you so much. I do not even if I would be able to tell these words ever to you. But I wanted to tell the world how much I love you. I know you are not even aware of my blog or this post. But now the world knows that your daughter loves you so much and thanks you for everything.
I guess it has become too very sentimental. Now on the lighter side let us see some pathetic moments of my Pa. As I first said dad has always sacrificed everything. But I feel may be he was forced to. Because we were 3 women against him. And sometimes with my grandmother at home, it was a clear 4:1.He was the only man and had no choice. Every single day, he would have to listen to conversation about clothes, beauty accessories, matching nail polishes, shoes, recipes, stuff toys, Barbie dolls, handbags, sarees, salwars, did I say clothes?, Or the fights over the same dress with my sister. Sometimes about pakkathu aathu mami, or ethir veetu mami. Poor pa.He would just nod his head with a book in his hand and or utter a mere uummm to whatever we say because men are like that. I don’t know if he really understood our conversation. Or even doubt if he gave his full ears to listen to those gossips. All cupboards stuffed with girl clothes and girl stuff, shirt hanger used to hang handbags, office table spread with teddy bears instead of the paper work. All the papers he keeps for rough accounts use, being actually used for drawing rangoli or coloring some cartoons. Even the cupboard in the bathroom stuffed with face packs, moisturizer lotions. Hair bands hanging in the shower nozzle. Hair pins, safety pins, dupattas, tees scattered all around the house sometimes I even keep my favorite hair clips in his brief case without his knowledge so that it wouldn’t get lost in the mess. ;) Then my sister got married but these dupattas and hair bands never changed. Still we subject him to conversations on slim fit jeans, handbags, salwars, pink, Cinderella, Dora, etc etc with the only difference in the ratio being 5:1. That’s my little niece joining the bandwagon. Yeah, women are always like that only.
DAD YOU ARE THE BEST AND I JUST ADORE YOU SO MUCH. LOVE YOU PA.
As you know nobody tries to understand(we can say judge) people by their sacrifices but the way they see them under circumstances. And you can more than agree that i was in more circumstances than anybody ( ofcourse with chittappa ).I had few instances to share with people to justify the way chitta should be remembered or treated always.I am on a same journey as he does but in a different ship ( obviously i am scared to take the responsibility of Chitti, Archana & especially you ...hehe...).And when i face some tough situations in my life i think of one person that is chitta and try to overcome that with the core values he has towards family( his family). Since its an undeniable fact that family always comes first. Stopping here to come to a synopsis of his commitment towards family.I was really against certain things what he did for archu even how close she was to me(no question to him).Everyday he used to take me to stay with her for a quite sometime in KK Nagar. But then when i think about it i realised that whatever your near & dear ones do against you or hurt you, there is one thing stands apart thats called commitment & true affection.I am recollecting those things reading this blog and epitomising him as a true role model in that aspect( still i hate him for teasing me always...hehe...just kidding ..love him & respect him like i do my dad). I could have chose lots of other instances but it will be in my blog( not in my spoiled sister's :)).
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Sudhan
Well said Bro,
ReplyDeleteHe is definitely known for his commitment and morals to his family. When everyone was against to what my sis did, My dad was the one who stood alone to his point and said, "She is my daughter and I'll stand beside her come what may"...!!
All that I have got to say here is "I AM LUCKY TO HAVE YOU DAD"