As long as I have known him he has never ever ever took anything for free. But today it was a different day. He passed by those kids but of course as I told you about his Aura, he wasnt offered the fanta can. So, he goes closer to the kids and stands there pretending to read the train time table which he knows by heart and waits and waits. Finally when the kids see know one around there they offered him a cold and ice chilled baby can. He takes the can, goes around the station a bit and then comes back from the other side and does the same drill of pretending to see the time table and he gets his second can. Now he has to enter the bank in his suit and his laptop bag and two super chilled cans of fanta cans.
He finds a little plastic bag somewhere, puts the cans in there and stuffs them with the laptop. After his meeting he gets home and gives those cute cans to his girls (not me, although I also like fanta) When we meet at the dinner table in the evening, yours truly have to know everything about everyones day and I asked enquiring, who got the fanta cans? He said he got it! But I knew those are the ones you cannot buy but can only get it for a free sample. I asked you got it and how? Then he tells me the whole story and I was like WOW! You did all that.
The thing is what a father can do for his children, its not about the can of fanta but the effort it went to do it and there are so other examples I have and I am sure we all have where in our Fathers have done such little things for us and they are so precious.
Hats off to all the fathers in the world !
x Ity
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I tried the landline, I tried my fathers handphone, sms, whats app and my mothers too. No responce till the evening. Then it was time for me to go to my Cooking class but I was started to get worried. Being in the class with so much to do with many people I forgot about it. Then the phone rang, I saw it was Mummy but I couldnt hear her. After some time it was again the phone and this time R got it and while I got out from the back door, the snap of fresh air felt so good but in that fresh air I started to feel sweaty by what I heard. He was saying what, when did this happen? As soon as he put down the phone I started throwing questions at him frantically but then it was time for me to go back to cooking. The daal and the panner were on their way and Carlien was trying her best to make the chapati dough which got a bit too soft and sticky. We finally got it right!
As far as I remember there were always big get togehters and lots of food at home while I was growing up. My father likes to do big get together be it Holi Sneh Milans or Sankrath Churma-Daal-Bati parties. Torda house parties were the talk of the town back then. It was so much fun growing up with a family of more then 25 people. I felt so much protected and safe at home. I felt and I still feel so safe with my father around me. There was nothing he could do or get it done. His aura is like that that people listen to him and do things. He always has done things larger then life. My girls also feel it like that. They say Nana does everhing in a bigger way. I feel blessed to have some of his qualities in my genes too. R says that so many times I remind him of my father. I feel super flattered by that compliment.
You dont know how your life turns. It took me from cities, to countries to different continents. I have always been very thankful to Mr. Grahman Bell for giving us that piece of device so that we can connect with our loved ones.
The nineties was the time where in having a landline was almost a luxury and it wasnt even easy to get the connection very quickly. It almost needed around 2-3 years to get a conccection after applying for it.
It was the time of the STD (state trunk drive) calls. You could go to a telephone booth and give them the number you wanted to dial. They would check the STD code of that state through their big directiory and then try and dial it for you. If they got the connection you would be handed over the phone through the little window. From there you could talk and also see the meter of your phone bill gowing up while you are discussing how to make Karele ki Subzi or ansering your grandma, you are drinking milk every day. On the other side R is being jumpy seeing the bill getting highter from the useless contect of the conversation we are making. He wouldnt understand that back then but now he does the same thing with his girls.
I used to have the same conversation with my Mom and Dad. He would always tell me why dont they compare notes and get the information what you talked about but now he gets it.
As soon as I got settled in my new home in Bangalore, the first thing which I tried to find out was which of the neighbours have a telephone and the moment I found I would be so happy that I got my own connection. I would approach them as my father used to call me every sunday at 9.00 I used to finish my dinner, clear the kitchen and wait on the little stool in Mr. Bhakar`s living room and when the phone would ring, I would miss my heart beat and pick it up happily. first my father would talk to me folllowed by my mom, brother and grandma. Each time tears used to roll down my eyes and after few months, the Bhankre sisters started giving me hugs after the calls.
The thing with those two sisters was that God hasnt given them the ability to hear and speak but we got along fantasticlly well, as back then I didnt know Kanada but some how I developed a bit of the sign langauge and I could speak with them. We would go to the libraries together and for groceries too. We started exchanging food, thats when I started to learn south Indian and Maharastrain cooking from them. Some thing really funny used to happen when Madhuri used to visit me from accross the street. She would press my door bell, which had a schriekingly horrible loud tone and its button was a bit faulty, which used to get stuck down if someone would press it hard. Now Madhuri didnt know that, she would stand happily when I would open the door, and this door bell was still making me deaf in my ears. The door was a door with two gates, so you open the half first and then undo the hinck at the bottom and then open the second half. By the time I could reach there the damage to the ears was done. We became very good friends then.
The same 9.00 phone system worked with us for months until we changed our place. The second time in the neighbourhood none of the neighbours had a landline so it was the benfit for the STD guy but our third house in the spam of 3 years the neighbours had a phone and I was over the moon.
Today there are about more then 4 phones in each household, free whats app and vibers. I feel super thankful to the technology to be able to get connected better and better. But still when I hear a phone call in odd hours I miss my heart beat, like I did yesterday. R told me that Papa had got a heart attack and is in the hospital. I could wait for the night to be over and talk to him or the family. He is in the hospital getting strong by the minute and I am waiting for my PIO card to come anytime. The moment its here another one of the wonderful discoveries of the mankind is going to fly me to him.
Just waiting,.......cant wait to hold him tight and never let go...........
love you papa.......
xxxx
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