15th June 2008
It is that time of the year again. The whole world is celebrating father’s day. Every magazine, every paper carries articles on ‘dear dads’. Photos showing the new age fathers (the metro sexual men as they call themselves) hugging their kids are strewn on the paper.
Being from a conservative family where fathers are required to be strict disciplinarians, my father never showed off his love for his daughters. But his personality has embraced my soul. I can feel the warmth of it through various incidents in my life.
An adamant teen girl that I was, I demanded a brand new saree for college ethnic day celebrations. Mother’s sarees won’t do as they were all old fashioned. My father brought me a new one-a dark green silk saree with peacock embroidery. I never knew how difficult it was for my father to arrange money for it, being the only earning member in the family feeding six mouths & giving the best possible education to four dear daughters.
When I got a prize in a school essay contest, my father congratulated me & said “You have prepared for it, all by yourself! That shows your hard work. I am no good in such things to help you out”. But it was not necessary for my father to sit besides me helping with my essays. He has given us everything in the form of books. From Ruskin Bond to Arundathi Roy, Wren & Martin to Prof. L.S. Sheshariri Rao, DVG to Abdul Kalam, I have always got every book I have asked for & also what I haven’t asked.
Speaking of books I am reminded of a few of my classmates. All of them from affluent families. They would wear swanky clothes & come in snazzy bikes to college. But they never bought text books. They would stand in queue to borrow books from library or get important topics xeroxed ie..photocopied. But I bought all my text books. Brand new ones & father asked me never to buy an old edition or second hand books & never ever borrow books.....
OH.!! I can go on & on & on speaking of so many incidents but lest me stop here...will continue someother time.