Monday, January 05, 2009

To my ultimate backroom boss

You are my biggest hero. You were my hero because you always told the best stories to put me into blissful slumber when I was five. You were my hero because you always bought plum cake on your way back home from work exactly when I was craving for it the most. You were my hero because you bought me my first cricket bat and bowled half volleys in our backyard until I was the best cover-driver in 5th std. D section. You were my hero when, just before being wheeled into the operation theater for your heart surgery, you asked about school and about India's score in the 2nd test of the West Indies in India series in 1994. I told you they got 546. You ruffled my hair, patted my cheek and said, "Good, India won't bat again and you will study. Now give me a bit, I'll be right back". You were my hero when you went to work as early as 4 in the morning, while I could never wake up before 7 for my board exams for all the coffee in Brazil. You were my hero because, the other day, I stumbled on one of your diary entries for 1982 which said, "Salary for December = Rs. 800. Savings from last month = Rs. 150. Notes - pay final instalment of home loan, buy cycle for B and saree for S." I choked up after reading that, mixed half-tears of joy, awe and pain.

I know you're battling through a frustrating time right now. I know you hate not being the usual world-beating raconteur you were. I know you hate not being able to take your favorite long morning walks. I know you hate taking those pills. I also know how hard it is for you to see this generation gap between us, which occasionally puts a terrible canyon of static between everything you and I share. But you know what the highlight of this whole year for me was? It was not my new job which is paying me better. It wasn't India winning the one-day series in Australia. It was not even me acquiring my car driving licence. It was the whole month of October. Load-shedding in full force and subsequent power cuts meant that instead of coming home from work and watching Scrubs in my room, I spent candle-lit late evenings with you and that other great lady. I might seem annoyingly caught up with my own hectic, albeit atomized life, giving time and attention to all the myriad creatures that make up my life, but I just wanted you to know, irrespective of how rarely I say it, you provide more shape and meaning in your own way to my life than most people can imagine to give.

All this while, you have silently taught me one thing - knowing my strengths and weaknesses, reading through my value messages and wanting to be different is good. Being well-grounded while being different, however, is unparalleled. So, despite all the counter-opinion, I've begun subscribing to your one-liner as a possible mantra for the new year - "In your quest to know everything, just be aware of two things; you're middle-class and you're educated."

Thanks Dad,
Tons of respect and acres of hope!


Blogger arvindiyer said...

Dude. This is by far the most touching and heartfelt post I have ever read. Your dad sounds like he is one awesome man. Hope he gets better soon. Peace.

5:37 PM, January 10, 2009  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

They have to be the best financial advisers any family can have. I so know it!!
How I feel horrible now we managed to leave the cycle where we did to lose it ...

4:25 PM, January 11, 2009  
Blogger Manu said...

AI: He is! Thanks a ton! :)

Anon: I tend to disagree about that! But guess its just me. Do leave your name next time :)

12:48 PM, January 15, 2009  
Blogger AMP said...

Manu, this is like a jewel in the crown among all your blogs. Here's wishing your hero all the luck in the world.

3:09 AM, January 19, 2009  
Blogger The Darkling Thrush said...


been reading this post again, and again for a while now.

not sure what to say.

see? you left me speechless.

take care kano. keep the faith. and i know for a fact that you're a man your man is proud of. :)

10:23 AM, January 19, 2009  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've not read something of this calibre in a really long time. Heart-rending.


9:32 PM, January 19, 2009  
Blogger Manu said...

AMP: Guess it just was in my mind for too long and by the time I got it out, new literary elements got attached! Thx, access koDu neenu!

TDT, AC: :)

11:17 AM, January 21, 2009  
Anonymous Nikhil said...

Totally touched man.

2:59 PM, February 17, 2009  
Blogger Phippogriff said...

Amazing style, marvellous post...

3:54 PM, April 12, 2009  
Blogger Enthu Cutlet said...

It's been a long time since I had tears well up in my eyes after reading something. So pure :)

11:28 AM, April 14, 2009  
Blogger Manu said...

Nikhil: Yes, you told me :)

Kamlesh: Thanks a ton! How are ya?? Pleasant surprise!

Enthu: :)

3:14 PM, April 24, 2009  
Blogger Sangita Padiyar said...

I don't know how long its been since I read anyone's blog. And I cannot being to tell you how glad I am I chose to read yours.


1:12 AM, May 16, 2009  
Blogger LostLittleGirl said...

Oh my god. I'm really speechless. And at 6 am, this made me cry. It's funny how all middle-class fathers have a common thread running through them.

This is all and more that I want to say to my dad, but i just cannot. Maybe I won't stop crying, never finish. But we notice so many things, make so much effort with friends, it's weird. This generation gap affects me a lot but then there is n o way to escape it :(

here I go giving my life Great blog and this post was... painfully beautiful.

Hope your dad gets better soon, he sounds absolutely endearing, more candle-lit evenings of discovery to you both. Take care!

6:29 AM, July 31, 2009  
Blogger Manu said...

lostlittlegirl: you said it, there's no way to escape it. Thanks for the comment! Do i know you?

11:23 PM, August 04, 2009  

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