Monday, June 17, 2013

B'day gift from a daughter ............To Papa Amitabha Thakur

 

Sun Jun 16, 2013 5:47 am (PDT) . Posted by:

"Amitabh Thakur" amitabhth

Tanaya's gift on Father's Day

Today is my birthday and this write-up is my little girl Tanaya's present for me.

Thought I should share it with my dear friends.

Amitabh Thakur
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Wishing a very Happy Birthday and Father's Day to u papa

16th June 2013, an ordinary day like another and yet holding a special
relevance to me. Most would know that it is the Father’s Day today, but
apart from this, it also happens to be my father’s birthday. Come to think of it, most of the times it is hard for me recall my own
birthday...and yet there are some days which are significantly imprinted in my mind, papa’s birthday being one of them. It obviously happened
many years before I was born and logically speaking since I was not
there to witness the event, it shouldn’t be as important to me. And
despite this, somehow 16th of June seems to hold an unusual place in my
heart, same as my does my mother’s birthday and their anniversary.

The only plausible reason I can gauge for this is that I owe my being
to these dates. It is only coz of my parent’s birth and their subsequent
marriage that I live and breathe; and that I think would be the cause
of my fascination with these days. This year the coinciding of 16th with
father’s day makes it all the more momentous to me.

Father’s
Day as per Wikipedia is ‘a celebration honoring fathers and celebrating
fatherhood, paternal bonds, and the influence of fathers in society’ and
‘was inaugurated in the United States in the early 20th century to
complement Mother's Day in celebrating fatherhood and male parenting.’
Although if you ask me, I really don’t feel that there was any need to
dedicate a specific day to honour fathers, or even mothers (not because
it is not worth it, for of course it is). No day can really denote and
represent in totality what the parents are for a child and what the
child is to them; and nor can showering love on your parents for one
single day of the year make up for all those other days when you might
have neglected them. And regardless of this moral preaching, I am not in
the least immune to the trend.

Moving on from dates and days,
lemme now speak on the man whose presence makes them worth speaking
about. All of us without a doubt love our parents a lot (not speaking of
some less fortunate ones) and I’m no exception. When I think back to my
childhood, the first memory of papa which comes to me is him carrying
me around, while I stood on his feet and the next would be him and mummy
singing lullaby’s together for my brother and I. There are many others
which flash before my eyes in a jiffy, overwhelming me with all sorts of
emotions entangled together. These are moments when I’ve loved him to
death and also simultaneously, instances when I’ve hated him with the
same intensity. Loved- that is understandable after all I’m talking
about my dad; I am bound to love him obviously. But it is not just this
social binding which makes me love him; it has more to do with the sort
of a person he is, kind-hearted, generous, intelligent, caring and the
list goes on. (I won’t dwell deeper on it, as coming from me this might
sound more of a self-praise than anything else.) Hatred- now this is not
something about which I should be proud of, and I clearly am not.
Harboring such negative emotion towards him, even for a second has been a
mistake, a grave one at that. Albeit on second thoughts, each child
during his/her growing period must have gone through these phases of
revolts and rebellions, all without a cause; and each of them must have
regretted it in the same manner as I.

Dad has definitely always
been the best father I could have ever dreamt of...I on the other hand
have never quite been the daughter he would perhaps have wanted. And
despite all my imperfections, temper, laziness, lethargy he does not
love me any less. Sometimes I even feel he loves me a little more than
my brother, a fact which is denied fervently no doubt, but (sorry Addy),
the denial does not make it any less true.
They say that a father
is his son’s first hero, and daughter’s first love. All I would like to
say is that for me, dad is not simply my first love but also very well
fits the bill of being my first hero (perhaps the last one too).

There would be many more father’s day and many more birthdays, but for
this once, I want to make him a promise, a promise to fulfill all the
dreams he has seen for me, all the aspirations he has catered since the
day I was first placed in his arms, a promise to achieve what many would
deem unachievable. And though I’ve been told many a times by dad
himself that I shouldn’t aim at attaining something just because he
wants me to, I don’t think any accomplishment of mine would be devoid of
a desire to first please him……after all at the end of the day I would
always be Daddy’s little girl.

http://thakurtanaya.blogspot.in/2013/06/happy-birthday-papa.html

Thursday, June 6, 2013

I die a little inside when I see an old person eating alone at a restaurant....

  • I die a little inside when I see an old person eating alone at a restaurant....
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    • Vinod Kale @Nitin may be its our time to listen too!
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    • Devendra Jain It is natural one may see himself in such situations and think too much.. I too experience such situations but didn't express openly yet, but try to speak to my wife.. sometime..
    • Ravindra Pujari Peoples should learn by heart beautiful passage from the writings of Vinod SiR .
    • Vinod Kale @Devendra Jain, definitely we should talk on this openly. Materialistic lifestyle, race without destination, and dying values is leading to this kind of situation. But the Show Must Go On & On & On...
    • Alok Tholiya I appreciate your feelings. But do what I do. Take a vow that you will invite atleast 5 senior citizens home for dinner in a year, care to invite senior citizens of relatives and friends in all dinners you host ....develop the idea.