Tuesday, March 29, 2005

The Unsung Heroes

We can all sing peans to our moms. From , “My mommy is the bestest” , to, “my mom’s awesome” and on to, “she is my best buddy.” In every stage of our life we appreciate our mom. How many of us have really gone , “ My daddy strongest?”

No , we are not ashamed of our dads. Just , perhaps, don’t appreciate them as much. These are the guys who are strict, who make the decisions we may not understand and hence like. But they, like Calvin’s dad, build our character.

let me share some memories I cherish. When we were in Islamabad, we made a lot of trips to India. These were always on the train. And what I remember from these trips is the mango dad fed us. One dussheri mango green at its pointy end and yellow at the top. He’d peel it with his small swiss knife kinda thing and then with the same knife make these little cubes . Me and my brother were still small enough to go wide eyed at his finesse. And he fed us the mango cubes straight off the mango.

Fast forward a few years. for as long as possible we’ve had our own rooms. But for some reason I don’t remember now, I’d sometimes fall asleep in my parents bed. And dad would let me be. Of course, he’d pick me up and put me in my own bed after sometime, but made sure I did not wake up in the process. Of course he put a stop to it some time later. Told me I was too heavy :(

Well fast forward a few more years. We are now all in the habit of sleeping in our own rooms and no messing around in our parents room. But every night when dad gets up to get a drink of water, he also makes sure to check on us . He also makes it a point to tuck us in if we’ve kicked the blanket. As a result , the best sleep I get, is at home. No where else. And all my friends say the same thing. They get the best sleep at home.

So thats me celebrating the hero in my life.

15 comments:

SeaSwallowMe said...

very nice, bilb ... and hope my daughter has some nice things to say about me when she grows up :-)

Ananth P said...

Nice.
I remember sister asking mom once whom she likes most - me or her. Mom answered we both are like two eyes to her and both are equally important !
I think all children can tell the same about their parents.

SeaSwallowMe said...

ananth, sorry, buddy .. but i can't help laughing. your sister's question, and your mom's reply - you sure they weren't repeating a movie dialog just to pull your leg ?? :))

Ananth P said...

LOL ! may be a movie dialog but i remember that anyway ! i think those who have more than one child always face this qn ;)

dogmatix said...

Err Ananth.. sorry to break the bubble but i sincerely believe that parents ever so slightly love one kid more than the other. Usually different kids for each mom and dad !
in my house for instance the sole purpose of my bro's existence/conception was to keep me 'company'. so i could learn how to 'share' stuff and not end up being spoilt. But sadly, babies dont come with return policy so my parents ended up keeping him long after his mission was accomplished!! ;)

SeaSwallowMe said...

LOL, dmx :)) ... i suspect so, too.

... and where've you been, btw ?? .. we're just short of sending out the St. Barnard with a flask of whiskey :-P

SeaSwallowMe said...

LOL, dmx :)) ... i suspect so, too.

... and where've you been, btw ?? .. we're just short of sending out the St. Barnard with a flask of whiskey :-P

cheti said...

bilbo .. i dont know why you say dad's are unsung heroes .. I dont quiet agree with that !! My daddy strongest is a pretty common thing !

you know .. peeling that mango makes something flash across my eyes .. my father can peel a full mango with knife without making pieces of the skin .. he takes the full skin out as single swirl by running the knife along the surface and lets us have to play for some time .. like a spring .. I hope you guys can visualise what i am blaberring about !

Nithya Swaminathan said...

Bilbo,
That was very sweet...:-) But i thought u wud have much more to say..;-)

Dmx, lol @ mission accomplished! Same case at my place too... my sis was born to give me company, which she does very well i shud say...:-) And we dont go asking our parents whom they like amongst us.. each of us assumes that she is the more liked one!!:o

asuph said...

hey bilbo,

Nice sweet piece. I think it took me a few years to realize that my dad is loving! I absolutely agree with your observations. However, these days things are changing, mind you. The Dads are the spoilers, and the Moms the strict disciplinaries...

And I agree with Nits, you could have written more!

-asuph

asuph said...

and dmx, you're a riot! YOU should write more too! where the hell are you? all your majnus are roming around singing "tu kahan yeh bataa"...

-asuph.

Ardra said...

hey bilbo!
nice one...but yes wish it was longer...
and my achhan too gives us some "movie dialogs"- he reminds me of the time he caried me in the rains to the doctor when I was sick...

dmx! u must blog....plsssssssss...

and asuph is right- here, i'm Hitler and Vamshi is the spoiler...

ardra

buckwaasur said...

hey nice piece...u seem to be the most stereotype breaking in terms of the places u lived in...damn...islamabad? is that the one in pakistan?

and contrary to what others say...i like pieces like this short...it's like having a little bit of a good thing so that u don't get too satiated or something...more por favor...:-)

rotfl @ the whole sibling purposes discussions in the comments...my younger brother's conception was my parents' idea of revenge on me...to give me a taste of my own medicine...:-))

Beach Bum said...

As a dad of many years I can tell you from experience that daughters do not appreciate their fathers enough. Not the daughter’s fault, this is one of those inevitable processes, like death and taxes and whatnot.

Here’s why: When they’re small, dad’s away most of the day and they OD on their moms, so when dad gets home in the evening he’s greeted like the sun shines out of his you know what.

They go through the (completely endearing) process of my dad’s the handsomest man in the world, the smartest man in the world, and all that guff.

But then, they grow up.

Now the scales have fallen from their eyes and they can see you more clearly. It’s all downhill from here on. They speak to you fondly, but there is that element of exasperation in their voices which reminds you that you can never be what you were once upon a time and she’s disappointed!

The only way out of this trap is to produce a new daughter every 4 years. Wish I’d thought of that!

SeaSwallowMe said...

you break my heart, beach-dada :)

i'm going thru that first phase right now .. the sun-shining-out-of-wherever phase .. now don't tell me this is not going to last forever :-P

p.s. but the solution doesn't quite add up either. so will cross-fingers & stay cool for whatever's in store for me - dad-daughter-relationship-wise :)