Having delivered some thoughts about me & my feelings, I have come up with what I feel about the persons I adore this time. Read on…….
Dad
Before I start to scribble anything about him, let me thank Almighty for giving me such a nice dad. True! He is one of the best things I have in my life. From what I remember as my childhood days, he was a man of simplicity and remains simple till date. A very nice human by thoughts & deeds. With his monthly income of RS 1500, he enrolled me and my brother in a decent school. Even at times of financial crisis, where the situation demanded him to enroll us in a government school, he stood by us and managed to provide a decent schooling. We were a family of 6. Myself, my brother, mom, dad grandpa & grandma. I still remember the days when my mom used to tell me my dad’s past. Having completed his PUC and first year of graduation @ Vaishnava College, he was forced to discontinue his studies & find a job for the daily bread & butter. He did. Started his first job in a glass manufacturing unit. Every day he came back home not only with his daily wages, but also with a lot of cuts & bruises. When my grandpa came to know about this, he asked my dad to stop. From what I remember, I can tell you that he even got a defense clerical job, but turned it down for his father’s interest. The reason being asked to report for duty in Kadaloor, way away from home.
My mom & dad got married sometime after he secured a job in a company called Easans. After a few years @ Easans, he moved to Wavin India Ltd as PA to the director. It is where he is for past 2 decades I hope. When it came to studies, he remained strict. Until 6th grade in school, I remained a front runner. It was after 6th grade that my studies started to be unstable. From what I remember, I have failed twice in geography & biology. Those were the only days I wanted to avoid looking into my dad’s eyes. I even got a full hot coffee poured into me on one such occasion. Though it was the only time, my father never beat me for scoring low marks. All he would do is to make me stand out of the house, till 9 or 10 on the night of the results. I now understand the reason. The shame that was felt by us made us come back strong. Even now I can remember his words “When people ask you why you are standing out? Tell them that you have failed in the exams.” It is now I realize that how hard it would have been for him to support a family of six without compromising on our studies with a meager salary of RS 1500.
Though he found it difficult to run the family, he never let that cover our enjoyment. Whenever we had a tour in school, whenever we had a holiday, whenever we came across a decent hit film, he nodded. When it came to studies, he even afforded to the special maths & science tuitions I thought would be required for excelling in my 12th grade. All he wanted me to do was to reciprocate with good grades. I never did. Still he continued supporting me with a firm belief that I would do so.
I finished the 12th grade with around 75 -80 percent grades. I was not even near the competition for the Engg seats. This time I decided not to bother him. I was not offered a seat even in the Arts & science colleges. Again he came to my rescue. My dad never used to be rich in wealth, but he was wealthy in his behaviors & friends. He commanded respect & deserved it. It was then I realized what I heard, “When wealth is lost nothing is lost, When health is lost something is lost, When character is lost everything is lost” My dad never lost. He had a firm belief that good habits are the most hard things to follow. When my mom came to know that I smoke, she was very disappointed. She did not talk to me for a couple of days. She even cried that I have chosen a wrong habit as a pleasure. All my dad did was to pass on his experience, which I still remember. When he used to be in his teen age, his friends used to compel him to take a small puff. But he did not comply. Instead he told them something like this; “Dai mama, yenakku yeppo dum adikkanumnu thonutho appo naan adikkaren. Nee solli naan ippo smoke pannenna, nee yenna solluva theriyuma? Sridhara naan dum adikka vachittennu solluva. Unakku yenda antha credit naan kudukkanum? When Sridhar smokes, it will be out of his own intentions and pleasures, not because of some compulsion”. It is with such stubborn habits that he gained & good souls. It was one such good soul that gave me an opportunity to join in the college where he was the correspondent. A month passed by and the Engg counseling started. I always dreamt of becoming an Engineer. Again dad came to my rescue. He applied for a loan in Bank & enrolled me in an Engg institute in Madurai. It was a nice experience for me away from home. I started to take care of my needs myself. Never once did he make me feel that money is short. Tours, costumes, books, instruments, travel etc. I never missed any of them. On completing the Engg degree, I felt that doing a CCNA certification would boost my chances of securing a job. Again he nodded. I came back to Chennai with spirits running high. Attended interviews but never found them convincing.
Again it was my dad who offered me a helping hand. One of his friends helped me find a job. From then on I never looked back.
He enrolled me in an English Medium school, the one which he missed.
He gave me everything he desired in his past. He was not able to complete his studies, but he made me complete mine, that too the one which I desired and not deserved.
He made me experience the feeling of home away from home, the one he did not enjoy.
He made me enjoy my tours & vacations, the one which he never ever enjoyed.
Having done all these, he remains simple and enjoys the moment when I achieve something. Though it is a global truth that dads remain that way, my dad remains special for me.
He cares for me more than anybody else. I don’t know whether I would be such a good dad to my child, but I will try at least.
To be continued…….
Dad
Before I start to scribble anything about him, let me thank Almighty for giving me such a nice dad. True! He is one of the best things I have in my life. From what I remember as my childhood days, he was a man of simplicity and remains simple till date. A very nice human by thoughts & deeds. With his monthly income of RS 1500, he enrolled me and my brother in a decent school. Even at times of financial crisis, where the situation demanded him to enroll us in a government school, he stood by us and managed to provide a decent schooling. We were a family of 6. Myself, my brother, mom, dad grandpa & grandma. I still remember the days when my mom used to tell me my dad’s past. Having completed his PUC and first year of graduation @ Vaishnava College, he was forced to discontinue his studies & find a job for the daily bread & butter. He did. Started his first job in a glass manufacturing unit. Every day he came back home not only with his daily wages, but also with a lot of cuts & bruises. When my grandpa came to know about this, he asked my dad to stop. From what I remember, I can tell you that he even got a defense clerical job, but turned it down for his father’s interest. The reason being asked to report for duty in Kadaloor, way away from home.
My mom & dad got married sometime after he secured a job in a company called Easans. After a few years @ Easans, he moved to Wavin India Ltd as PA to the director. It is where he is for past 2 decades I hope. When it came to studies, he remained strict. Until 6th grade in school, I remained a front runner. It was after 6th grade that my studies started to be unstable. From what I remember, I have failed twice in geography & biology. Those were the only days I wanted to avoid looking into my dad’s eyes. I even got a full hot coffee poured into me on one such occasion. Though it was the only time, my father never beat me for scoring low marks. All he would do is to make me stand out of the house, till 9 or 10 on the night of the results. I now understand the reason. The shame that was felt by us made us come back strong. Even now I can remember his words “When people ask you why you are standing out? Tell them that you have failed in the exams.” It is now I realize that how hard it would have been for him to support a family of six without compromising on our studies with a meager salary of RS 1500.
Though he found it difficult to run the family, he never let that cover our enjoyment. Whenever we had a tour in school, whenever we had a holiday, whenever we came across a decent hit film, he nodded. When it came to studies, he even afforded to the special maths & science tuitions I thought would be required for excelling in my 12th grade. All he wanted me to do was to reciprocate with good grades. I never did. Still he continued supporting me with a firm belief that I would do so.
I finished the 12th grade with around 75 -80 percent grades. I was not even near the competition for the Engg seats. This time I decided not to bother him. I was not offered a seat even in the Arts & science colleges. Again he came to my rescue. My dad never used to be rich in wealth, but he was wealthy in his behaviors & friends. He commanded respect & deserved it. It was then I realized what I heard, “When wealth is lost nothing is lost, When health is lost something is lost, When character is lost everything is lost” My dad never lost. He had a firm belief that good habits are the most hard things to follow. When my mom came to know that I smoke, she was very disappointed. She did not talk to me for a couple of days. She even cried that I have chosen a wrong habit as a pleasure. All my dad did was to pass on his experience, which I still remember. When he used to be in his teen age, his friends used to compel him to take a small puff. But he did not comply. Instead he told them something like this; “Dai mama, yenakku yeppo dum adikkanumnu thonutho appo naan adikkaren. Nee solli naan ippo smoke pannenna, nee yenna solluva theriyuma? Sridhara naan dum adikka vachittennu solluva. Unakku yenda antha credit naan kudukkanum? When Sridhar smokes, it will be out of his own intentions and pleasures, not because of some compulsion”. It is with such stubborn habits that he gained & good souls. It was one such good soul that gave me an opportunity to join in the college where he was the correspondent. A month passed by and the Engg counseling started. I always dreamt of becoming an Engineer. Again dad came to my rescue. He applied for a loan in Bank & enrolled me in an Engg institute in Madurai. It was a nice experience for me away from home. I started to take care of my needs myself. Never once did he make me feel that money is short. Tours, costumes, books, instruments, travel etc. I never missed any of them. On completing the Engg degree, I felt that doing a CCNA certification would boost my chances of securing a job. Again he nodded. I came back to Chennai with spirits running high. Attended interviews but never found them convincing.
Again it was my dad who offered me a helping hand. One of his friends helped me find a job. From then on I never looked back.
He enrolled me in an English Medium school, the one which he missed.
He gave me everything he desired in his past. He was not able to complete his studies, but he made me complete mine, that too the one which I desired and not deserved.
He made me experience the feeling of home away from home, the one he did not enjoy.
He made me enjoy my tours & vacations, the one which he never ever enjoyed.
Having done all these, he remains simple and enjoys the moment when I achieve something. Though it is a global truth that dads remain that way, my dad remains special for me.
He cares for me more than anybody else. I don’t know whether I would be such a good dad to my child, but I will try at least.
To be continued…….
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