Me and My Dad..

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There are quite a set of people in this world who love u very much for whatever you are. It doesn't matter to them how good you are or how bad..All that they know is that they simply love you..Who can forget their Mother or Father??Yes, fathers are the first and best when it comes to any daughter.One man who can never let you down,be it your school project,your fixed appointments..A super hero of her own kind.I have grown up admiring my father throughtout.He is simply the best.I have spent a majority of my childhood days away from my dad, as he was into a profession which needed lot of travelling.It was only me,my younger brother and sister along with my mom who lived together. Most of the time any one of my maternal uncle lived with us, to in some way, compensate for the absence of a superior at home.

I often kept in touch with Dad through mails. Those times, we didn't have a telephone at home so letters kept us close.He treated me like a son at that time.He, very cautiously put his words on paper which spoke for him and I never missed my dose of discipline and set of moral values.They were imbibed in me through letters.I was largely responsible for my younger siblings. How they fared at school, how they grew up and somehow i was to substitue my father.Dad visted us once a month or so..And when he visited it would be like the best thing on earth. He brought us soooo many things..Clothes,books,toys,sweets and all and we would be in festive mood that time.

I never played much with the kids around.I was a very sensitive kid, easily hurt and sometimes aggressive.I can still remember vividly how I was beaten up by Dad, once for speaking abusively about a friend's mother in the same colony.Oh!! How it hurt me to see my dad take some one else's side..it still hurts.

During his brief stay, he would run through our books,review our performance at school, talk to us about the places he stayed, the peole and their culture and thats how I am comfortable with people from all over the country.And he kept me informed about various problems he faced, personally and profesionally. Although i haven't travelled much i have a brief idea of people from various cultures and i learnt to interpret the surnames and know to which state they belonged and all.So he educated me.Coming from a very contemporary background,it was very very difficult for me to survive the competition throughout.

Education was the biggest gift my dad gave me.He never restricted me in anything that i wished to pursue. By the time i was 15 or so, life was a bundle of confusion for me.I was very different from normal girls around me.Girls my age, would go and watch movies,freak around,meet friends, eat out and basically supposedly had a great time.But i never did that..If i had go to a friends place, the only reason would be "group studies".So, being ruthlessly honest, i had a very bad teenage.And around this time my father was seeming to be very harsh and over protective. It seemed like he didn't give me enough space.Every thing I did was always directed by him and i was deprived the right to understand the meaning or necessity of why things had be done the way they were done.Academically though, i was almost always the topper and never let my dad down,except for 1 thing. I could never become a doctor as he wished.

Though it seemed to me that I no longer loved him the way i used to and vice versa, one fine evening he called me,held my face cupped in his hands, looked into my eyes and asked me, "Did I hurt you too much?" There was a lump in his throat and he almost cried. That day i understood that it hurts him the same when it hurt me.He was just being a father.That episode changed me totally.That incident, which compelled my father to be a father and behave harsh with me left me scarred.From then on, I lost faith in friends,I was very lonely and didn't understand as to why I should live.But, my Dad was with me throughout. He helped me gather courage and move on. And when i failed to get a medical seat, I was shattered,not because i was keen on it, but I somehow wanted to fill-in for having hurt him,but I failed again. I cannot remember how this pain kept me alive.As i said earlier..It hurt!!It really did..But i went on to do my B.Sc and then while everyone in my family wished me to stop studies and enter marital life, I wasn't ready for it.

Although a girl's opinion doesn't matter much in such decisions, my father gave me the privilege to decide. I decided to study further and I do not think he liked it much,but he let me go my way and defending me against all the members in the family. And life went on, against all odds, because my Dad was with me throughout.

Now, I am working, I have a much better state of mind, I am alright now and my Dad is happy too..I do not know in which words I need to express my gratitude to him. There is no word which can express, how wonderfully thankful I am to have a father like him.It makes me feel so proud.

Dad can be the only person who can eat all soggy mass I cook and still give me a pat on my back and tell me that it tastes wonderful.He is the only one who wont laugh at me when i look so very funny after dropping things from my hand and feeling sorry about it. He still kisses my head and gets worried about strands of my graying hair.. :) He's the only one who still says that I am very cute and warns me not to smile at any man as he feels that my smile is just toooo good. He senses easily if I am angry,upset or sad and behaves accordingly. He still brings me a piece of cake, his way to say "I am sorry that i spoke to u so harshly this morning!!" And then he goes on to justify his behaviour. I am the only one who can find his misplaced papers,files,cards and things.He's the one who finds that i have put down weight every 4th day and compels me to eat more.

He's another father who worries about my future and family, but he smiles at me and convinces himself saying that things will be fine.I love him a lot..Beyond words can describe..And I'll do anything for him..Just because he's the best..But there's only one thing which i wish he understands, "Giving someone wings to fly and stealing the sky away,for the fear of falling... probably hurts more than it would when u dont give them wings at all.." But amidst these imperfections, I still find him perfect..U know what??MY DADDY STRONGEST!!;)

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For some very special people called friends..

Some thoughts that i had penned down sometime:

Cloudy mornings,wet evenings..
Packed in between is yet another day,
Fresh hopes like morning dew,
Creep into my mind anew,
Forgotten remembrances haunt again
More tears shed in vain
Gone far away is another friend
Leading a new life, with new trend
But, a song, still rings in my ears
That a heart will sing for years
Everytime you think of me..
I wish, you will smile in glee....

In the garden of friendship,
Blossomed a flower of beauty
The garden nurtured with kindness and care
Sweet smelling with the fragrance of love,
Watered with tears and hopes
Warmed with faith and joys
Which put a smile on my lips..
And a tear in my eye.
I am glad i have a friend like you,
To cherish the memories of the days past, in the days to come...

Though i seem a very practical and detached person, I am sure this will startle many..
But its true, I really value my friends and I love them all with all that i have..
This is my way of expressing my affection to all my friends and wonder how life would be without them..