Dad read this blog today, oh boy!

Every man who has ever been a boy has looked up to his father for guidance, money, inspiration, support, money, love, care, money and much more. And little boys can be unforgiving little devils with memories that would shame a herd of elephants. I remember a lot of things when I was a boy and I looked up to Dad for all the things including money and inspiration and jazz. Now, Dad read the blog a few days back, (Hi Papa, I know you are reading this too), and he asked me what would I write if I had to write about him. I told him I can do a 300 word essay on you, but I charge 1 Re per word. He said 50 paise. I said 80p. We both settled at 75p.

Jokes apart, one of the most fond memories is of sitting behind him on his scooter. Dad is a slow driver and when he took me to play video games at the local gaming shop, on the way I used to think that I can stand on the back seat and he wouldn't even know it because he drives such smoothly. We used to go to play badminton in the college where I'd do my +2 in future years but in the school years the college seemed like a haunting and mystical place. Which was sadly disproved when I spent two years in that place. But I remember watching him play in the open court and thinking- Damn, I'll never be as fast as him in the court. I never was. I'm sure he can still make me run like a rabbit in the badminton court, and I don't say this because I am unfit, this is because he has the experience and the stamina. He still tells me that he makes kids my age run in the court during games. If I am asked to play against him, I'm going to politely decline, a wise man should know his limits.

Today, Dad is like a pillar of support where most fathers kick the ladders from under the feet of their kids, he has stood by me in the strangest of circumstances when I thought things to be beyond hope, he has, in his own way, somehow opened a path. Always.

So, consider this a Thank You note, which I wish to write a thousand times and still it will still not come up to the gratitude I feel for my father.

He is an awesome person, a Rockstar in the true sense of the word. He rocks even more than me. Now that's saying something!

Hats off to you Dad!

*Please deposit the money for this writeup in my bank account. ;) (Kidding!!)