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June 18, 2006

My Hero.

While all my classmates would pee in their pants at the thought of being asked to bring one of their parents to school by the teacher, I waited eagerly for an opportunity like that all my school and college life. Unfortunately for me and fortunately for the teachers, it never happened. Actually it happened once but did nt turn out like I wanted it to. I was 13 years old and did nt go to school one day when there was a History test scheduled. The next day the teacher asks me why I had nt come to school the previous day and I say I was sick. "Bring your father to school tomorrow", says she. After school, I go home and tell my dad to drop me at school the next day as the History Miss wants to meet him. He does. I take him to the Staff room and introduce him to my history miss. She asks, "Yes, what do you want?" I am puzzled. I tell her "You asked me to bring my father." She’s puzzled now. "Oh? Ok. So she was sick day before? She did nt come to school." My father: "Yes she was and she told you that did nt she?" "Well ok then!" says the teacher. My father: “You can take her word hereafter. She does nt lie. I don’t have to come to the school all the way for this, ok?" The teacher nods her head and tells me to run to the class as the lessons are going to start. I smile at my dad and run away. The funny thing about all this is I LIED. I was nt sick. I did nt study for the test and bunked school. My dad knew it too! I have never been so proud of him! He picked up a fight with my sisters school head master too in a similar incident but that time my sister was right and he stuck to her side.

To be honest, my parents overdid it. No one can get away with saying anything not-so-nice about their daughters. All my uncles and aunts would complain about their kids like they are nt studying; they are lazy; they are irresponsible, etc... But my parents would always compliment us. She has got first rank, she got first prize,.. .which was nt always true. Till this day my dad tells everyone that I was school first in my 12th board exams when I was only second. My best friend was first and when I remind him of that, he says "She’s also like my daughter!" What a logic, huh? All my classmates were really jealous of me to have such a cool dad. That he hit me unlike any other dad of my friends was another issue. But at least I could bunk school whenever I wanted to do! I don’t know how I turned out the way I turned out. I drew the line myself and did nt cross it and it worked out fine for me. My sister is the golden girl. She aced through school and college without my parents uttering the word "study" ever. We studied because we wanted to study. I know lots of children need to be told what to do and may be this method would have been disastrous for another child. But I loved my dad for what he did for me. I knew I could count on him and he would be on my side against anything in this world. That trust is something I treasure. He has always been a phone call away. When I called him from college, the first thing he would ask is "When do you want to come home?" He would judge my mood just from my "hello". I would go home for holidays and keep on postponing the trip back to college. He ll take me to the bus stand and as soon as the "Trichy" bus comes, I ll have a frog in my throat and tell him "I ll go tomorrow Pa." He ll immediately take me back home without a question. One time, this went on for 3 days continuously and on Thursday my dad said, "Stay here for the weekend. You can go on Monday". I readily agreed and left for sure on Monday. I can’t remember what went through my mind. Why did nt I quit college like Rupa did? Or why did nt I go to college without a single leave of absence like Shanti did? Puzzling!

There have been millions of instances when I have called him in a helpless situation knowing full well he would be helpless too. But just talking to him and having him worry for me made me feel better. When I was in Bangalore alone and HD was in Swiss and my dad in Coimbatore, I had a flat tyre with my Kinetic Honda. I stood in the middle of the road not knowing what to do. I called HD from my mobile! (Yes, to Switzerland!) He did nt pick up the phone. I called my dad then. He asked me to enquire in a shop for a garage nearby. I asked a pharmacist and he told me there was one in that corner. I walked there and got it fixed. After I got engaged, I was really scared to get married and go and live with almost-strangers. Every night I would pick a fight with my parents and tell them that they were heartless to make me go live like that.

Me: What would I do for money? Do I have to ASK "them" for money?
Dad: I ll open a bank A/c for you and get a cheque book.
Me: What would I do if they ask me to wash all their clothes?
Dad: They have a washing machine.
Me: I dreamt** that the machine was broke and they asked me to wash all their clothes by hand.
Dad: In that case, just pack your bags and come home.
Mom: *going bonkers* WHAT? What kind of advice is that? Will you please shut up!
Me: What? I can’t come home Ma?
Dad: Don’t care what she says. You can come anytime you want to.
Me: *mighty pleased* So have you decided the menu for the reception dinner?

I know I sound so stupid and naive but I have my own super-hero to think for me! :) So here’s to you dad! Happy Fathers Day!

ps. HD, take a hint and start doing something if you want Ashu to write about you fondly in her blog. I am pretty sure I have blown my chance already! ;)

pps. My dad has fallen greatly in my dad-scale since my daughter’s birth but has already passed with honors in Ashus grand dad scale. So no complaints there!

** I really dreamt that! :)

21 comments:

Anonymous said...

That was a really really sweet post Boo..your father must be so proud of you and your sis..

lakshmi

Dadoji said...

Well, actually your Dad should be rising in your Dad scale. For you he said you stood first though you were second but for your daughter he rightly said she is Made in Swiss. So you see, he has gotten better with age. :-)

Anonymous said...

Nice to see your compliments to your dear dad...yours is a great family!!!

இரா. செல்வராசு (R.Selvaraj) said...

Wonderful post !

Anonymous said...

ore feelingsu :-)

Anonymous said...

hey!!

the same thing happened to me with my parents once... i bunked school and they were totally OK with it. i could relate to a lot from your post...!

lovely post!

kuttichuvaru said...

nice post :-)

I already did this in another blog, even then, here's a toast to all the wonderful dads in the world!!

Archana said...

I could relate to so many of the things in this post :-)! That was a very sweet conversation between you and your dad before your marriage!

Its such a nice feeling to know that parents will always stand by you, no matter what!

tris said...

wow...........

tris said...

just had to come back to say another wow...

Ananth said...

Awesome post..:-) Wish I could write a post like that...

Anonymous said...

fantastic post...

"Stay here for the weekend. You can go on Monday".

- that was very touching

Nee said...

Dads really are the salt of the earth, aren't they?! Really nice post, completely relatable!

B o o said...

All - I had so many things to write but at last ended up with this post and I thought I ve been incoherent and silly. Your comments made me feel great. Thanks!

Tilo - Whats the wow factor in this? I tried to read my post from a readers perspective and did nt find anything great. And thanks for the link in your blog. I dont what to say! :)

tris said...

well, as Nilu would say compliment panna anubhavi - arayaadha :-).

B o o said...

Ok Boss! Point taken! :) *one cant be even too modest these days! ;)*

ammani said...

Very nice. My heronnu thalaippu paathadum, I thought it was going to be one major senti post. I was so wrong. Funny and written with great affection. He should be so lucky.

Lyrically speaking said...

I enjoyed reading this post, thanks for sharing

EnGeetham aka "My Song!" said...

I stumbled into your blog through someone else's and to this post.

Good one. I did a similar to my dad recently... I suppose, Dad is not a person, but an institution :) (so would be moms)
http://hey-rambam-ling.blogspot.com/2006/04/primogeniture_12.html

Anonymous said...

Visitor, gave me this link and its just too good. Dads, are the greatest HEROS. And guess what, they are not just heros for daughters, mine's a HERO for both me and my brother. I call him many times my Super DAD! =)

Savani said...

well.. did they make you wash their clothes :) great post! lovely narration!

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