His face had some wrinkles. He had lost some weight. His forehead appeared broader. His hair was jet black, a little more than one could have naturally, thanks to Garnier Black Naturals. But the smile was still the same.
I felt like I was seeing my father after a very long time. Taking out time, and actually just observing him. They say that the worst part about growing up is that your parents grow old and it is true to its very bit. We are so busy growing up, there's hardly anything we see beyond our own selves. We need to realize that the shoulders that once carried the weight of the world are now tired, and need some rest. That now it's our time to take the charge and lead. It is now our time to be a parent to our parents.
My father is a man of principles. He believes that knowledge is one's greatest power. He knows what efforts it takes to start from scratch and go to the top. He has seen both, the best and worst things in his life. He believes in lesser quantity but a class apart quality. He appreciates authentic and traditional things in life rather than going with the trend. Also, he's a stubborn man with some conventional methods that he won't change. Quite orthodox, difficult to deal with sometimes, he has anger, that we have learnt to ignore now, over the years.
However, I feel him being strict has only helped me in my life. My sister and me, just got what's needed at that particular age, no nonsense toleration and no unnecessary pampering. This has made me a more understanding person, easily adapting to situations. He's not my friend, he never will be I guess. We do not share that kind of rapport. But I know that I can go to him for advice and will never be dissapointed. He is a man of very few words, but he's got my back, and I know it. A little part of his unimaginable mental strength is what I have got from him, and I feel more than fortunate. And of course, we both can survive our entire life over countless cups of only 'Chai'.
I love him for the innumerable sacrifices, that I don't even know of, he has made for my family and me. I love him, in spite of how he is. I love him because, at the end of the day, the only thing that matters is that he's my father and the most strongest man I have ever met in my life.
A very happy 57th birthday to him!! :-)
I felt like I was seeing my father after a very long time. Taking out time, and actually just observing him. They say that the worst part about growing up is that your parents grow old and it is true to its very bit. We are so busy growing up, there's hardly anything we see beyond our own selves. We need to realize that the shoulders that once carried the weight of the world are now tired, and need some rest. That now it's our time to take the charge and lead. It is now our time to be a parent to our parents.
My father is a man of principles. He believes that knowledge is one's greatest power. He knows what efforts it takes to start from scratch and go to the top. He has seen both, the best and worst things in his life. He believes in lesser quantity but a class apart quality. He appreciates authentic and traditional things in life rather than going with the trend. Also, he's a stubborn man with some conventional methods that he won't change. Quite orthodox, difficult to deal with sometimes, he has anger, that we have learnt to ignore now, over the years.
However, I feel him being strict has only helped me in my life. My sister and me, just got what's needed at that particular age, no nonsense toleration and no unnecessary pampering. This has made me a more understanding person, easily adapting to situations. He's not my friend, he never will be I guess. We do not share that kind of rapport. But I know that I can go to him for advice and will never be dissapointed. He is a man of very few words, but he's got my back, and I know it. A little part of his unimaginable mental strength is what I have got from him, and I feel more than fortunate. And of course, we both can survive our entire life over countless cups of only 'Chai'.
I love him for the innumerable sacrifices, that I don't even know of, he has made for my family and me. I love him, in spite of how he is. I love him because, at the end of the day, the only thing that matters is that he's my father and the most strongest man I have ever met in my life.
A very happy 57th birthday to him!! :-)
