Neha

"What's the use of me staying in a flat, when you always stay with relatives when visiting Delhi???"
''Staying with you means loss of time.... everything is so far from our place... and am coming for business... not pleasure!''
"Fine... go wherever you want... why will you listen to me? Anyways, let me know when you reach Delhi.... take care... bye."

And so ends the conversation. And this is so usual whenever Dad is visiting Delhi. He prefers to put up with relatives in Old Delhi... something that I naturally don't like! And that's something I hate about having a business family background.... Dad never has time for me! But I guess, even those with their parents in service would have similar views :(.

And then, as usual, he would ask my brother, Ankit, to inform me when they'll reach home. And as usual, he does decide to stay with me and of course, his ego never allows him to call me and tell me that! My dad, I tell you!

But it's always been like that between me and him. It's a special bond that only we two understand. Like any father, he always expected the most from his first child and in this case, it was me :(. I remember hiding my test copies from him as even 19/20 was never good enough; so when he asked me if I wanted to study in a boarding, I readily agreed! Why not... Dad wouldn't be there to see my marks! And then, he ensured that I never got anything that easy! In fact, I was made to earn it. So if I wanted that doll with the pink bag, I had to achieve a certain position in class! My first skates were the prize for getting through my boarding school's entrance exam and my first basketball was the reward for winning a competition! He always wanted me to be there... on the very top... ahead of everyone.... while I always feared that I might fail him!

After Mumma, Dad changed but little did his zeal diminish..... his zeal to see me excel in everything. He was never so strict with Shivani and Ankit and I felt trapped... amidst his expectations, hopes and dreams. But yes, never did he push his decisions on me. I was free to decide which subjects I wanted to study, how I wanted to shape my career, where I wanted to pursue my studies and I know he'll not question me even once when I tell him about the guy I'd want to marry! Though he was taken aback with my decision to work in Delhi.... who-so-ever has heard of a girl working in our entire family! But Dad has always been the one to define the norms and not simply follow them. After all, he sent his daughters to a boarding school and not his son, and now when his daughter wanted to work away from home, he was all there for her. He told my uncles, 'I've brought her up that way... After all, I want to see her independent and take her decisions for herself. ' I still admire the kind of confidence these words of his ... not in me, but his upbringing.

Staying in a city not your own, working, and then making decisions that seemed so trivial with Dad around, was not an easy task. There were occasions when I broke down on a call with him and told him that I wanted to return home. All he says then is - 'No worries... ghar aa jaao... business dekho... par khush raho; aur yeh sab toh chalta hi rahega... bhaago nahi, saamna karo.'

True that he's not my idol, but he is a source of my strength. In those times when I want to give up, it's his words that make me go on. I don't share everything with him, but even then, I know that he trusts me completely. A typical businessman, he will only talk business, as for him, a general conversation is loss of time (n I hate that!). At times I wonder, who does he love more - his business or us! Shivani says it's his business, Ankit says it's his work... but Dad had once said - he loves me the most :))), and I boast of this even after 11 years of him having said that

Completely at a loss of words when it comes to expressing himself, Dad is a vulnerable sweetheart! We dread his anger, but as all children, know how to work around it! And he would never let me hug him! And he'd never look into the camera when clicking a picture! (You'll know what I mean when you see this picture :) )

And once when, he said, "It's not a small thing to stay alone, work away from home and establish yourself, especially for a girl and I feel proud of all that you've done," I knew I've not let him down. The spark in my father's eyes told me that he does loves me the most and even though he'd never say it, I know that we mean the world to him!

I love you Dad, for all that you are and for making me what I am today and most importantly, for being my father!

This is in response to the contest 'Tribute to Dad' organised by blogadda in association with Pringoo!

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  1. Haddock Says:

    A good one Neha.
    I think every daughter has some good thoughts about their dad, but do not have the opportunity to put them in words.


  2. I am sure he is proud of you.. m sure you have not let him down ...
    Happy FATHERS DAY ...


  3. Chatterbox Says:

    A beautiful post on Father's Day :)
    I am sure your dad is so proud of you for what you have been and are today :)


  4. Brittany Ann Says:

    I'm sure he's terribly proud of you! And whether he admits it or not, he loves you way more than his business! He's probably just stubborn like my Dad!


  5. Angel :) Says:

    A very beautiful post for your father. Do make him read this post, and I am sure he is going to love you more for it. :D


  6. nice post for father's day
    well first time on your blog n loved the way you write
    keep smiling :) :)


  7. Unbelievably good post, Neha! You are not just a wise person, but a wise writer too!!

    I wish you get to live with your father quite often now, because after you get married, chances are that the probability will decrease.

    Keep up proud daughter, of proud father.


  8. OMG your bro is called Ankit!


  9. Rajlakshmi Says:

    your dad must really be prud of who you are today... :) beautiful dedication...


  10. Neha Says:

    @ Haddock - Thank you :). You are right, the medium to express is a gift and I am thankful that I can express myself through words, to some extent.

    @ Bikramjit - Thanks :)

    @ Chatterbox - Thank you :)

    @ Brittany - Stubborn he sure is, never expressive and very miser when it comes to showing! But a complete darling too :)

    @ Angel - Thanks :)....it's difficult to get him to read it though, he is alien to Internet :)

    @ Deepa - Thank you :). Keep dropping by.

    @ Bhavesh - Thank you so much...m flattered and humbled :). And you are right, I need to make more efforts to spend more time with him.

    @ Neha - Yes dear, he too is Ankit :)

    @ Rajlakshmi - Thank you :)


  11. Loved the post! Did you make your dad read this post?


  12. Nu Says:

    you are tagged at my wordpress blog


  13. Nu Says:

    you're tagged


  14. Neha Says:

    @ Neha - He is not a tech savvy person :(

    @ Nu - Will take them up soon...thanks :)


  15. Nu Says:

    that's such a lovely post Neha..touched my heart !!

    Where are you these days ? All well ?


  16. It's been a long time you haven't posted anything! Have you or your blog shifted anywhere? :)


  17. Vijender : Says:

    So many comments already communicate of how lovely the post is!
    All i need to communicate here is
    You and Your Dad are like the two eyes...who can never look into each other...yet stay so close...are incomplete without one another...and together make your world look beautiful.
    P.S:I deeply regret if any of my thoughts here offend you.I feel i am too tiny to comment on such a sensitive & emotional writing...still trying :-)


  18. Neha Says:

    @ Bhavesh - Too late a reply...but am right here :)

    @ Vijender - Thank you so much. And that's really an interesting way of putting it and very true too!