Do you still admire?

Me and my father! Most of my friends, relations will burst into laughter when they read this sentence. Till I was 10, my father was the super model for me. He is the He-man, Spiderman and Giant robot (he is 5.5 inches in height). At that time my mother was secondary and I always used to bounce at him like a monkey when he comes back from work. His Hercules cycle, HMT watch, Shaving kit were some possessions I yearned for.

The best part of him was the bribery…lol. Yes, whenever I used to score good marks he bought an éclairs chocolate. After 8^th standard éclairs chocolate did not attract me.

My teenage was the best. I was a hidden notorious, while my brother was frankly notorious. So most of the times he was beaten and at those times I will laugh till I get a bone fracture. But soon my father James Bonded my actions as well. He used to peep while I was studying, jump in to the hall when I watch TV programs in midnight, give surprise visits to home to check if I am smoking or involved in any kind of naughty activities.

Like any teenager I started hating him and wonder if I could have been born to any rich father. I hated him when he speaks about my marks to any tresspassers. I used to steal money from his pockets, drive his yellow colour Vespa, wear his new T shirt for which my brother will be caught (Ofcourse, he did so as well). He does not speak English and I will wantonly ask him doubts in English. He will never unveil the secret and will say that I am busy reading “Maalai malar”. If I ask again, my books will fly to the balcony for disturbing him….and again I will go back to him. He stopped beating me once when I lifted the broomstick against his easy-chair pole. I no longer admired him though he always wears Ponds powder, Brut perfume and Ray ban glasses.

His comments were sarcastic against me. During the initial confusions on my marriage, I said that I don’t like the girl but his comment was “Don’t say so! I was really praying the girl should not reject you for your belly”.

For some reasons or the other, he always considered that I am better than my brother. Though I lived to the expectations of my mother she always thinks my brother is better than me. Of course my bro and I share a neat relationship.

But nowadays, don’t know the reason why, I am nearing the age of 30 and maybe my age makes me think my father was a super hero as well. His commitment to his wife, family members, advice, shielding nature, handling high degree of family politics is amazing which is hard and I admire it now.

Do you admire your father…post it in comments… just like dat!

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