Friday, June 13, 2014

Horee Baba , for Keya's Baba

Its a thing we started when Keya was born, this practices of writing letters to each other on special occasions. Its usually about the our marriage, your omnipresent laptop in our house, or my current concern over that rickety old study table of yours.

Amid the madness that every day unfolds, amid this demanding life that we lead, amid the crazy con calls you take a home sometimes, amid the mad traffic and bad roads, amid the sickness and nosey boogey, amid the swimming lessons and water spurting competitions what i see in you today is the worlds goofiest dad for our 3 year old .

To the world you appear sensible, sober, reserved, poised and all those fancy jargon's you can think of, but its heart meting to see you run around the sofa , pretending to be a chicken. The glee and the laughter that follows in that 3 year old bundle of hyper energy is a memory that i hold so close to my heart.

Sitting on your rickety old study table , every morning, reading, she is the only one who gives you company. Which 3 year old wakes up at 5:45, picks up her blanket and pillow and plops on the sofa in the study room, all the while tip toeing so i dont wake up. And when i finally do manage to wake up and walk up to the study, i see the two of you wrapped in her obscenely pink blanket, reading books.i know that is precisely the reason why you still want her to sleep with us on our bed, so she wakes up when you do, its all a part of your bigger plot, i see that clearly now.

But beware, i shall go all out to tell her how much her father obsesses over his prized laptop, and runs the moment he realizes you have secretly entered the study, where the laptop is forever on .No wonder she has mastered  the art of sending e mails from our wooden dinning table, and pretending to be on a call , keeping that shiny pink phone by her ear and telling all of us to "hush hush ". Its not fair that you both exchange each others phones and take calls, and i know, when she offers you her phone, saying its ringing, you drop all else and answer that call, with all seriousness. I however because of my inability to suppress my giggles, am never handed that plastic pink phone because she hates being laughed at.

You have come a long way sexy, a very long way from spraining your back the day i tested "positive " at home to carrying that pink and brown diaper bag, slung across your shoulder, the way you'd carry an LV.I have seen you scoop her up and fly her across the room, i have heard you reading out poems to her, accept her broker words, respect her story telling abilities, without a single giggle, i have seen you waking up at night and putting the blanket on her even when we have just finished an entire bottle of wine.I have never heard your voice rise when she sat on your laptop screen, i dont remember you getting angry when she pulled out alphabets off your laptop, I dont remember you shooing her away when the bottle tipped over and the water almost ran up to your laptop (i am surprised at the constant appearance of your laptop EVERYTIME )

As a daughter, she sees in you a friend, someone who knows nothing more than she does, someone who enjoys pillow fighting and gets so scared when she attacks you with the pillow. That laughter, and rolling on the bed with the pillow, the grunt in between the feeling of victory having hit you for the Nth time, that glee on her face seeing you crumple on the bed, after being hit by the pillow..this is what fathers do.They make daughters brave, they make daughters loud out loud, they make daughters feel they can win over everything. Fathers teach daughters about how the world is your playground, romp around, run, scream out loud, blow out your steam, there is nothing that can stop you.They will always be right beside you, always telling you to fly higher and never bother about being afraid.They dream for you , with you and only for you.

He will always be the first man you hugged and you will always be his most beautiful first kiss, i lost that space the moment he kissed you in the hospital the day you were born .

And how do i know all this, because i have the goofiest father in the world too.

Happy Fathers Day G !


Nikita Goel said...

Awwiiieeeee Sulluu I desperately wait to read you :) Loved it so much. G is the Best Father I swear :) Loads of love to you threeee

I read it five times now and I 'm sure it's still not done

sulagna said...

:) you humble me with your words! But thank you so much...i can't wait to read something like this, fromyou, another 6 years or so...haina?

SG said...

Please convey my Happy Father's Day to G.

There is a saying that dads have extra affection for daughters. May be that is true.

sulagna said...

Thanks a ton SG! I am the only kid so I got all the affection possible out of my parents, but yes, dads will always be the least expressive ones, yet they are the most sensitive ones,i know this for sure having seen my own dad

Jasleen Chhabda said...

Ohh sulgana you can put every moment into words so beautifully and so worth reliving along with you ...I don't know about other people but you make me jealous of your small world ...touchwood :)

sulagna said...

Jassi jaissi koi nahi :) i showed this to our common friend, and he had a big ear to ear smile

Red Handed said...

How supremely cute!! Stay blessed you guys!!
Those pictures are lovely!

My Unfinished Life said...

What a lovely read...... as a new mom (and the hubby being a dad)...i think I can see myself in the early moments of the baby which u wrote...

lots of blessings!!

rumela said...

so adorable moments!! Love every bit of it!

Lady Whispers said...

This was just so beautiful :) Every word you write is magic my pink pathaka :)
And he is such an awesome father and you the awesomest. Lots of love to you three :)
Keya is luckiest :)

MomWith aDot said...

Lovely Post as always :) And OMG!! Your baby has grown!! She looks gorgeous - enjoy her <3.

kold_kadavr_ flatliner said...

Meet me Upstairs someday, lil one.
Let's gitta BIG-OL-BEER.
Gotta lotta tok about.
cya soon...

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