Father's day is not far away. Papaji waited eagerly to get my greeting card, and I always sent him one for years. My search was always for a card which expressed my true feelings for him. How could I fit him in a card? This blog gives me a chance to experience him all over again. Papaji was a perfectionist, a very disciplined man, a go-getter. He made it big. "A rags to riches true story" I listened with awe as he narrated his struggles on our morning walks. I learnt so much in that one hour. No one can ever beat Papaji's sharp business sense. His meticulous accounting left me dumbstruck.
My imagination got kindled with Papaji's regular reading of the Ramayan from Dassera to Diwali. All us kids listened with rapt attention as he read with intonation and expression. Till date Hanuman carrying the huge tree to cure Rama still is so clear in my memories. It fascinated me to see him read urdu (from right to left).
How can I ever forget Papaji churning the icecream machine (those days we had a wooden pail with a center churner, which made yummy mango icrecream). All us kids waited patiently as Papaji made mango icecream every summer. Not to forget his meticulously planned summer vacations. Whether it was mussorie, shimla, nainital, darjeeling, bhutan, nepal, kashmir, we saw it all.
Papaji was a worrier. He worried for us kids and our lives. Made sure we got the best of everything.
He was a compassionate, loving, caring, person. So many people benifitted from his benevolence.
The one thing we kids dreaded was his short temper and stayed away when he was in foul moods.
Papaji loved to watch my annual days at school, and I remember his proud look as I received prizes on stage.
Today what I am and have achieved couldn't have been possible without your guidance and support, Papaji. Remember you always.
My imagination got kindled with Papaji's regular reading of the Ramayan from Dassera to Diwali. All us kids listened with rapt attention as he read with intonation and expression. Till date Hanuman carrying the huge tree to cure Rama still is so clear in my memories. It fascinated me to see him read urdu (from right to left).
How can I ever forget Papaji churning the icecream machine (those days we had a wooden pail with a center churner, which made yummy mango icrecream). All us kids waited patiently as Papaji made mango icecream every summer. Not to forget his meticulously planned summer vacations. Whether it was mussorie, shimla, nainital, darjeeling, bhutan, nepal, kashmir, we saw it all.
Papaji was a worrier. He worried for us kids and our lives. Made sure we got the best of everything.
He was a compassionate, loving, caring, person. So many people benifitted from his benevolence.
The one thing we kids dreaded was his short temper and stayed away when he was in foul moods.
Papaji loved to watch my annual days at school, and I remember his proud look as I received prizes on stage.
Today what I am and have achieved couldn't have been possible without your guidance and support, Papaji. Remember you always.
I miss him so very much every single day of my life! What a waste that I wasn't able to spend enough time with him...I always wish I was older when he passed away...or that he were still alive!! I don't think I'll ever meet another person who can inspire me as much as he did.
ReplyDeletehey mom... great blog... reminds me of summer holidays at gambs... awesome times
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