He, is the man......!!!

Guys, roll back the years and try and remember did you ever think that your dad/father / baapu /papa was the strongest, smartest guy ever, certainly more than your best friend's dad? I am not going to get into those childish pointless and immature squabbles now, I am going to say, yeah he was, still is!!! Period. 

From a height just above his knee , I happened to look up to  the guy for more reasons than to just observe his next expression ,mannerism or just the next thing he did, all of which I could so easily follow , inculcate and call my own. 

Hearing stories from his childhood , made me feel this guy could and can do anything and that I need to pull my socks up , doing a few things of the sort myself , so I could hold my own in the company of men , his friends , super men in their own rights and views of their kids. When asked by the guy about what needs to be done about getting the Television antennae sorted, I suddenly felt a foot taller getting to 4, by that measure, felt good, made me wanting to get taller, a lot taller. I also remember being really disappointed, while watching a cricket match on the Tele, being stunned by a fast bowler making the ball swing, naturally I turned to the man himself and asked him, “how did he do that?”, to which the guy said “I don’t know”, ‘what ‘He’ doesn’t know!/?’…..’naw he is just busy and probably has more meaningful things to do than to answer my stupid query’, was my defence of the man which was not just necessary at the time, it was mandatory.

 

 That incident did not leave me in peace, till later when I became aware of that over bearing question, ‘is it possible that he might not be able to do it?’ which was lingering somewhere in the background was now very much in the forefront. This made me conscious of the fact that he is human, there could be a few , very few things that he might not be able to do, it is here that the over rated process ‘growing up,’ started.  

I realised then that I need to do a few things by myself, firstly think on my own and find answers for all those questions. Yet the hero but he could mistakes , which made making mistakes so much more easier, if he could slip, fall and look silly, there was no shame in that, with that confidence I gave a new meaning to looking silly but I did what I did confidently with a lot more fun in it, it could have been worse. Question: did he do that on purpose?and for my benefit?.

Today, I have kids and a lot more greys(not cells just hair) than he did when he had me to contend with , today he wants my advice on almost everything , having said that ,I know, come to  taking decisions the real important ones, he still is the man , I needn’t worry . I am a couple of inches taller than  ‘Papa’, you will be surprised how often I still find myself looking up to him………again ‘Just Thoughts’