612 Words Of Pure Love And Solace...:) 9th Post...:)

                                                                      Dad,Abbu,Papa...:)

 Writing About MTV And Classroom Stories Do Makes Me Famous And Most Viewed Blogger But Writing About A Man Who Made Me Capable Of Everything From Tying Lace To Withdraw Money From Bank Makes Me Feel Happy And Great In MySelf…

You Call Him DAD; Some Call Him Abbu And I Call Him PAPA; A Word With Two Vowels And Two Consonants Repeated But With a Divine Meaning…

PAPA :- A Man In Our Life Who Turns 50 When We Are Turning 20 In Age…A Man Who Loves To Grow Old Seeing Us Grow Into A Men/Women From A Juvenile Creature…

He Is The Man Who Loves Us To The Core. A Man Who Defines The Eternal Boundary Of Love And He Is The Same Man Who Draw Fences Of Fear Around Us Because He cares And Finds Himself responsible For Our Security And Safety…J
It’s Never The Coincidence “He Brings Us The Things We Desire For” It’s The Magic…
Though Unhappy With Us He Prays And Works For Our Well-Being…

Sometimes We Find Him More Stubborn Than Us But Later We Learn He Was Right And Not Cynical, Because He Is our dad And the ultimate Thing Is He IS Our Origin…(In Some Or The Other Way…)

Well About My Dad :-

As The Train OF My Life Started To Chug He Made Me Learn Many things Actually Everything…

Everytime I Call Him “papa” The Sublime Happiness On his Manly Face Turns Charismatic…
I Started My Life As His Follower Then A Learner Then A Son And Finally A Support…

I Owe Him For A Lot Many Things…
I Owe Him For Everything That Happened For The First Time In My Life…J(Except The First Love And Failure…)
I Owe Him For Making Me Learn Many A Words Out Of Which My All Time Favourite Is PAPA…J

And…I Owe Him My Life…

Papa I Remember The Nights “You Playing Piano While Humming Bollywood Classic Number “And I Staring At You With Extreme Cuteness…Those Nights Are Now Reveries But You Still The same “CALM N COMPOSED”…
You Gave An Ear To Every Nonsense And Nuisance Talk Of Mine…
I Remember “You Coming Back Home On My One Call And Caring For Me When I Was Ill”…
And I Owe You For Organising The Best Birthday Parties…J
Today M Grownup…
He Hardly Believes In Me As A photographer And A Prolific Blogger(I Wannabe…) Because For Him Am Still That Most Child Of Him “Who loves To Play With His Beards and Talk Nonsense…”

To My Dad M Still That Juvenile Creature Who Nags On little Things And Creates Havoc For His Favourite Stuffs…Because He Made Me grow Up Into A Mature One While Preserving My Childish Attitude Side By Side…J

Two Things I Learnt From My Life…
1^st Do A Background Check If You Plan A Fuckup…
2^nd Don’t Worry Papa And  Bhai Will Always Be There Go FUCK UP…:P


Few Words For My Dad…Along With Mom…

I AM A GUY AND ACT LIKE GUYS DOES. WE DON’T TALK ABOUT DAYS TO OUR PARENTS.AND WE DON’T ASK HOW THEIR DAYS WENT. WE DON’T CALL THEM LIKE DAUGHTERS DO.WE DON’T CARE ABOUT CELEBRATING BIRTHDAY’S FATHER’S DAY AND MOTHER’S DAY. AND The LONGEST CONVERSATION WITH OUR PARENTS IS WHEN WE NEED MONEY…:P

BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN WE DON’T CARE OR WE DON’T LOVE THEM… WE WANT TO MAKE THEM HAPPY TOO…(THIS BLOG IS AN ATTEMPT…).JUST THAT RATHER THAN HELPING THEM WITH LAUNDRY WE FIND IT EASIER TO DO SOMETHING GOOD TO OUR LIVES SO THAT THEY FEEL HAPPY…

I HOPE THIS BLOG WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY DAD; I AM DOING THIS FOR ME AND MY LIFE…J