My Dad

Fathers are funny. Mine is no exception. Or.. maybe mine is exceptionally funny. A man with a strong sense of humor, he has never ceased to make fun of people. I remember writing an essay in one of my lower classes.."My father is short and stout. He is strong". And a few other such unflattering statements. He was so proud that he took it to his workplace and showed off my skills.
He is a strong man... physically as well as mentally...but also a bit headstrong. He has been calm at times when others were worried. His only weakness, if you can call it that, is his affectionate nature and his love of family. The only times I have ever seen him cry (like any strong man... he has cried...yes), has been when he left India, saying goodbye to his family and friends, to start a new life.. and again.. when he said goodbye to me.. as I left for the United states to further my education.
He has been a good guide in my life. A person who has given more thought to my future than I myself.Yet, he has always placed an immense amount of trust in me. He always let me do things as I saw fit. In fact, he gave me the independence to take my life into my own hands and decide what I wanted to do. Independence and trust ... that has shaped me to make me what I am now. Today... he embarks on a new journey. A new job, new people and new friends. In preparation... he has sought the blessing of all the gods, meeting, personally, as many as possible at various temples. As my grandma told me today... it did not seem as if he was visiting them as he spent all his time visiting various temples.
Well, my blog has scared him. He is considering marrying me off for a fat dowry. Even before I settle down with a job. He wants to spend the money on himself... to travel around the country..to buy himself a 4 wheel drive (his desire for a long time now...is to own an SUV....).. to take my mom on a tour of europe.
Wish I could fulfil his desires as he has fulfilled mine.
Someday...I hope to.

Wish You All the Very Best of Luck Dad:)

"When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant that I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years."
-Mark Twain