Thursday, December 30, 2010
Saturday, May 9, 2009
An incarnation ….he is…
Every time I looked at this man, I would pray to god that he should live for eternity!. I used to not really enjoy his birthdays, as I knew he was growing old every year! Think I asked for too much and which is why God took him away from me a little to early. I couldn't really believe that I could survive with out him in this world.
To the world of Journalism this man was an unassuming veteran journalist, the third senior most in India, to the fascist group he was a terror and a fighter, to the anti nuclear groups he was a great leader, to the business group he was a mystery for the kind of questions he would come up with.. but to me this great man was a very very simple, very very lovable, very encouraging father…
Right from preparing for a press conference, to dropping his daughter to school/ buying sambar podi for his wife, interviewing a chairman of a company, accompanying his brother for a walk to teaching his granddaughter to stand; he would do it with tons of love and loads of passion.. Passion that is just incomparable. Love that is immeasurable..
Appa… To me you are the embodiment of fatherhood.. Your thoughts fill my eyes with tears yet fill my heart with sweet memories. I cannot forget the days when I used to stay awake till 12 to tell you that I lost a pencil in my school J I cannot forget the days when you used to stay awake next to me just to ensure I don feel lonely when I study.. I cannot forget the days when you used to stand outside my school to hear me read the news, I cannot forget the days when you used to wait in the queues of cinema theater to ensure I got the best to tickets to enjoy a movie with my friends, I cannot forget the days when you have followed me in your bike to ensure I was cycling my way thru safely. There is nothing that you have not done for me.. and it is injustice to try and put everything about you in writing.
I remember every day when you would toil hard to ensure we have a comfortable life.
These may sound clichéd but appa you are my best teacher, my best judge, my best critic.. Thanks appa, for showing me the love that is just immeasurable, for giving me the confidence to face life without you, for showing me that life is full of uncertainties, for giving me the strength to digest your absence.
Appa, whatever little I am is because of what you gave me,. Taught me and showed me.. If I become 1 % as successful as you were, then my dream is fulfilled..
All I can say is.. I miss you lots and lots and any day, any time if there is a contest for the world's best dad, to me you the best champ and the only unanimous winnerJ
To the world of Journalism this man was an unassuming veteran journalist, the third senior most in India, to the fascist group he was a terror and a fighter, to the anti nuclear groups he was a great leader, to the business group he was a mystery for the kind of questions he would come up with.. but to me this great man was a very very simple, very very lovable, very encouraging father…
Right from preparing for a press conference, to dropping his daughter to school/ buying sambar podi for his wife, interviewing a chairman of a company, accompanying his brother for a walk to teaching his granddaughter to stand; he would do it with tons of love and loads of passion.. Passion that is just incomparable. Love that is immeasurable..
Appa… To me you are the embodiment of fatherhood.. Your thoughts fill my eyes with tears yet fill my heart with sweet memories. I cannot forget the days when I used to stay awake till 12 to tell you that I lost a pencil in my school J I cannot forget the days when you used to stay awake next to me just to ensure I don feel lonely when I study.. I cannot forget the days when you used to stand outside my school to hear me read the news, I cannot forget the days when you used to wait in the queues of cinema theater to ensure I got the best to tickets to enjoy a movie with my friends, I cannot forget the days when you have followed me in your bike to ensure I was cycling my way thru safely. There is nothing that you have not done for me.. and it is injustice to try and put everything about you in writing.
I remember every day when you would toil hard to ensure we have a comfortable life.
These may sound clichéd but appa you are my best teacher, my best judge, my best critic.. Thanks appa, for showing me the love that is just immeasurable, for giving me the confidence to face life without you, for showing me that life is full of uncertainties, for giving me the strength to digest your absence.
Appa, whatever little I am is because of what you gave me,. Taught me and showed me.. If I become 1 % as successful as you were, then my dream is fulfilled..
All I can say is.. I miss you lots and lots and any day, any time if there is a contest for the world's best dad, to me you the best champ and the only unanimous winnerJ
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