DAD!!!!

I have been thinking of writing in for quite a while, but everytime I think of writing in, I end up being lost in the events that control my daily activities. Work is leading me nowhere, as I have almost forgot entertaining myself.
Above apart, I was just going through a few pages in the net and noticed that the father’s day was round the corner. For all the pain parents took in bringing me up, I felt, work should take a back step at least for some moments, so as to allow me open my heart on something personal. The whole world respects the responsibilities of a mother in bringing up her children and I am no different. While I have so much to write on my mother, I guess it’s time to write about my unusual hero. My Dad. My Dad, Mr. S.Babu Rao, now a retired employee, is a person whom I have looked up to for satisfying most of my stuffs. Be it buying chocolates even if my mom refused to or eating out without a penny. I have looked up to him time and again. From the time I have grown up, I realized what he has done to me, in trying to bring me up on par with the entire neighbourhood who were super rich. I remember the day being beaten up by my father, not for any of wrong doing, but because of inability to swallow pills to cure my hepatitis. I had been angry at that moment and have even sweared as many times as I could; but looking back, I can feel the love for me, in his quest to make me swallow the pills and have an early cure.
There are many incidents that I remember and would love to have it come again and again, but the couple of them that lingers most in my memory were that of the admissions for the Colleges. I had an average score of 82% in my 10th and had no financial means. Yet, he was the one who took my certificates, believing that it was a good enough score in spite of the top rankers in my neighbourhood. He had asked me which stream and college I was interested in and coming back in the evening with the fees paid and securing my admission in the college I was unaware of till then. Joining it, I soon realized that was one among the top and the only with a flexible timings from 7:30 am -11:30 am., giving me ample time to have all my food in the comforts of home. The next one was during the entrance exam of my master’s. Not expecting me to pass it, he was sitting alongside a column in the corner of building. As I get out of examination hall, he comes to me citing that there is o need to worry and that you can sit in the house for a year to prepare for the next year’s examination. After a fortnight, with the results announced and me making the cut, I could see his moist eyes. I guess, a hug was good enough for both of us to be left in tears.
Now, years later, having moved from the comforts of home, in a quest for greener pastures and to satisfy many needs, I can’t wait every night to talk to him on the varied topics he discusses, the sense of humour and the intellect , which only makes me ask for more. I wait everyday for those conversations which are valued now more than I earn.
These days, I wonder how much I miss my father, for having replaced currencies in his wallet with a snapshot of me. For having cared for me so much, in spite of my several swearing. For having been patient, in spite of my several wrong doings. For having supported me, when none in the world was. For having raised me in an environment, where I guess even I cannot. For having let me win in those verbal fights we used to have. For having broken down, when his son moved out of the house for higher education and finally still concerned when I am here…that I have no one to cook and take care……An ordinary man turned by love into hero.
With due respects to him and for everything he did……I realized that my father was right in whatever he did and it was me who never understood him. As I continue to relive those moments and make him happy, I know he would not ponder about what I did in my previous years, because……he is my DAD……Love you, Dad!!!!! And thank you for everything…..Miss U!!!!