Oh my God!, When will he start treating me like a grown up?, I thought. I am sick of being looked after every single time. I wanna make my own mistakes and learn from them. I wanna experience it all. He doesn't let me make any! I should get out of here!
And get out of there, I did. Few months later.
Doc: You need to get an MRI. Let's see what's actually causing the pain.
What? MRI? Sounds cool, no doubt about it. But I don't even know what it stands for! And look at that monster of a machine! It's gonna gobble me up. I am not sleeping my way into its big mouth! No way. I mean NO WAY! I was alone and not to mention shit scared! I just wanted to do one thing.
"Hello, Pa. How are you?", I mumbled.
"Good. Are you fine? Why did you call at this time?"
Yup.. 10 am is not the time I called my mom, let alone dad!
"I am fine", I lied. I might as well have been shitting bricks! "Just felt like talking!" Again lying. I just wanted to hear his voice. A man who's guarded me against everything - from a mosquito bite (oh ya!) to anything remotely painful! The very same thing that I detested or should I say in my words "wanted to experience".
As it's said, be careful what you wish for, you might actually get it! And get it, I did. Almost like a deluge! And I realized, I probably wasn't strong enough to take it all! I wanted to be protected again. I wanted all the pain to be vanish, as if it never existed. I wanted to go back to the guarded castle and never step out!
He's redefined unconditional love for me. Thinking about it, my life is closed to being jeopardized! All I can say to any guy who claims to wanna share his life with me, "Can you beat that, sucker!" Answer is ever so obvious. A big bold upper-case NO!
Even though I haven't been blessed with his height or weight *sob sob* (all of you who've seen dad know why the weight matters as much as it does!!), he's instilled in me values and principles which I am more than proud to flaunt! For a man, who's entire life revolved around walking the talk, this is a great achievement!
I've tried to ape him ever since I was a little girl. Whether it is the way he holds a ball-point pen or his crystal clear handwriting or his impeccable English or his crisp manners or his passion for knowledge or simply his perfection. Years have passed. I still hold the pen like a 10 year old, write like a 13 year old, refer to oxford dictionary for every other word, think of learning something new only when a sword dangles over my head and believe in imperfection is perfection! I short, aping hasn't got me where I wanted to be! But if what you wanna become is as epic as him, just trying should get you brownie points!
"I take this work as a part of my life. I need to do this as I do everything else in my life." he says. No, I am not talking about his office work. This work comprises of just helping out at home when the maid decides to take her quota of non-existent holidays! Without any complains or bickering, he does what he's supposed to! (I remember asking mom for 100 bucks a month to do this work, a decade and a half back!!) If I were to show this behavior at my work place, apart from giving few people massive heart attacks, I would be going places! (At his point, I think of what I do and shake my head. Sorry Pa, not gonna apply it here!!)
It's kinda strange how we can yap for hours together to our mommies, while a call with our dads last for a few seconds (on a good day probably a couple of minutes!) In time, moms become our best friends and secret-keepers, while dads remain a rock you can bank upon. May not be true in all cases, but according to the survey I conducted, holds good for most!
I am super glad to say, after all this time I can successfully have a conversation with dad for a long long time, multiple times a day, discuss about hot men (Oh yeah baby!) and also about the not-so-hot-ones who need to be showed a way out of my life! I really have no idea what took me this long to find a friend in this fantastic man. (I get to talk boys with Pa, he's a friend alright!!!)
As he celebrates his 60 plus 2 birthday today, I am looking at a man, who easily looks a decade younger, praying with all my heart I have got his genes of aging gracefully and looking younger no matter what!! So here's wishing many more years of youth and loads of love to the youngest 62 year old I've ever come across. Love you Pa!
And get out of there, I did. Few months later.
Doc: You need to get an MRI. Let's see what's actually causing the pain.
What? MRI? Sounds cool, no doubt about it. But I don't even know what it stands for! And look at that monster of a machine! It's gonna gobble me up. I am not sleeping my way into its big mouth! No way. I mean NO WAY! I was alone and not to mention shit scared! I just wanted to do one thing.
"Hello, Pa. How are you?", I mumbled.
"Good. Are you fine? Why did you call at this time?"
Yup.. 10 am is not the time I called my mom, let alone dad!
"I am fine", I lied. I might as well have been shitting bricks! "Just felt like talking!" Again lying. I just wanted to hear his voice. A man who's guarded me against everything - from a mosquito bite (oh ya!) to anything remotely painful! The very same thing that I detested or should I say in my words "wanted to experience".
As it's said, be careful what you wish for, you might actually get it! And get it, I did. Almost like a deluge! And I realized, I probably wasn't strong enough to take it all! I wanted to be protected again. I wanted all the pain to be vanish, as if it never existed. I wanted to go back to the guarded castle and never step out!
He's redefined unconditional love for me. Thinking about it, my life is closed to being jeopardized! All I can say to any guy who claims to wanna share his life with me, "Can you beat that, sucker!" Answer is ever so obvious. A big bold upper-case NO!
Even though I haven't been blessed with his height or weight *sob sob* (all of you who've seen dad know why the weight matters as much as it does!!), he's instilled in me values and principles which I am more than proud to flaunt! For a man, who's entire life revolved around walking the talk, this is a great achievement!
I've tried to ape him ever since I was a little girl. Whether it is the way he holds a ball-point pen or his crystal clear handwriting or his impeccable English or his crisp manners or his passion for knowledge or simply his perfection. Years have passed. I still hold the pen like a 10 year old, write like a 13 year old, refer to oxford dictionary for every other word, think of learning something new only when a sword dangles over my head and believe in imperfection is perfection! I short, aping hasn't got me where I wanted to be! But if what you wanna become is as epic as him, just trying should get you brownie points!
"I take this work as a part of my life. I need to do this as I do everything else in my life." he says. No, I am not talking about his office work. This work comprises of just helping out at home when the maid decides to take her quota of non-existent holidays! Without any complains or bickering, he does what he's supposed to! (I remember asking mom for 100 bucks a month to do this work, a decade and a half back!!) If I were to show this behavior at my work place, apart from giving few people massive heart attacks, I would be going places! (At his point, I think of what I do and shake my head. Sorry Pa, not gonna apply it here!!)
It's kinda strange how we can yap for hours together to our mommies, while a call with our dads last for a few seconds (on a good day probably a couple of minutes!) In time, moms become our best friends and secret-keepers, while dads remain a rock you can bank upon. May not be true in all cases, but according to the survey I conducted, holds good for most!
I am super glad to say, after all this time I can successfully have a conversation with dad for a long long time, multiple times a day, discuss about hot men (Oh yeah baby!) and also about the not-so-hot-ones who need to be showed a way out of my life! I really have no idea what took me this long to find a friend in this fantastic man. (I get to talk boys with Pa, he's a friend alright!!!)
As he celebrates his 60 plus 2 birthday today, I am looking at a man, who easily looks a decade younger, praying with all my heart I have got his genes of aging gracefully and looking younger no matter what!! So here's wishing many more years of youth and loads of love to the youngest 62 year old I've ever come across. Love you Pa!
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