First blog of my life.
The date is 17th June, 2012. It's a Sunday. It also happens to be the occasion of Father's day.
Father. Every boy's first super-hero. Every girl's first crush.
I'll be honest. I've never had much of a proper relationship with the guy. Sure, we were good pals when I was young. When I was still a kid, innocent at heart. We used to bond over breakfast and dinner. Played tricks on mum and annoyed her. He used to watch TV with me till it was my bed time. Taught me that life wasn't always fair, but you should never be afraid to dream big. His attitude and philosophies were like those of Will Smith in "The Pursuit of Happyness"
And then I reached adolescence. That period where every parent-child relationship starts to deteriorate.
I started becoming more reserved, more secretive. I did not like to involve my parents into my circles because I was of the opinion that they will not "understand". I thought I knew everything and that they know nothing.
My father is a knowledgeable man. Like fucking intelligent. He knows how to deal with situations. He is very smart.
And me? Well, let's just say that you would never believe me if I said that I was his son.
We don't talk much now, and maybe it's my fault. Maybe it's because of my attitude at home. He's never scolded me, never used harsh words and neither has he laid a finger on me. Never been that supportive either but maybe that was my fault too. I mean, I'd never achieved something or been interested in anything for him to be supportive of.
When bad days crept into my life, either because something bad had happened at school or because I'd fought with Her, I would always take it out on him. I would shout at him. Make rude gestures. Something or the other to break his heart.
But the sad thing was, he never gave up on me. He'd pile heaps and heaps of gifts on me. Take me out for shopping every now and then. He worked for the family's happiness on weekdays and he worked for my smile on the weekends.
I'd never been able to tell him this face to face. Maybe someday, before it's too late, he will see this and will smile to himself. And hopefully that smile will erase the mountain of blunders that I had carved.
"I love you pa."
I dedicate this blog, my very first one, to my dad. The unsung hero of my life. I truly hope that one day I can make him as proud as I am of him today.
Cheers to life. :)
The date is 17th June, 2012. It's a Sunday. It also happens to be the occasion of Father's day.
Father. Every boy's first super-hero. Every girl's first crush.
I'll be honest. I've never had much of a proper relationship with the guy. Sure, we were good pals when I was young. When I was still a kid, innocent at heart. We used to bond over breakfast and dinner. Played tricks on mum and annoyed her. He used to watch TV with me till it was my bed time. Taught me that life wasn't always fair, but you should never be afraid to dream big. His attitude and philosophies were like those of Will Smith in "The Pursuit of Happyness"
And then I reached adolescence. That period where every parent-child relationship starts to deteriorate.
I started becoming more reserved, more secretive. I did not like to involve my parents into my circles because I was of the opinion that they will not "understand". I thought I knew everything and that they know nothing.
My father is a knowledgeable man. Like fucking intelligent. He knows how to deal with situations. He is very smart.
And me? Well, let's just say that you would never believe me if I said that I was his son.
We don't talk much now, and maybe it's my fault. Maybe it's because of my attitude at home. He's never scolded me, never used harsh words and neither has he laid a finger on me. Never been that supportive either but maybe that was my fault too. I mean, I'd never achieved something or been interested in anything for him to be supportive of.
When bad days crept into my life, either because something bad had happened at school or because I'd fought with Her, I would always take it out on him. I would shout at him. Make rude gestures. Something or the other to break his heart.
But the sad thing was, he never gave up on me. He'd pile heaps and heaps of gifts on me. Take me out for shopping every now and then. He worked for the family's happiness on weekdays and he worked for my smile on the weekends.
I'd never been able to tell him this face to face. Maybe someday, before it's too late, he will see this and will smile to himself. And hopefully that smile will erase the mountain of blunders that I had carved.
"I love you pa."
I dedicate this blog, my very first one, to my dad. The unsung hero of my life. I truly hope that one day I can make him as proud as I am of him today.
Cheers to life. :)
