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<strong>THERE</strong> <strong>ARE</strong> <strong>DADS</strong> <strong>AND</strong> <strong>THEN</strong>… <strong>THERE</strong>’S<br />
<strong>MINE</strong><br />
SANAT KAPADIA<br />
“And come I may, but go I must, and, if men ask you why,<br />
You may put the blame on the stars and the sun and the<br />
white road and the sky”<br />
(Excerpt from dad’s favourite poem – Wanderthirst by Gerald Gould)
Finally that night I got an opportunity to speak to you at length.<br />
You and I share everything, we are buddies! The last 10 days had<br />
been very difficult and that night to have you finally awake and<br />
listening to me was a blessing.<br />
It took me back to all the conversations we have had in the past 42<br />
years. Even when we are at the busiest curve ever, dad never missed<br />
an opportunity to call me up everyday and ask me the standard 5<br />
questions :<br />
- How are you?<br />
- How is Vijayan?<br />
- How is baby? (That’s Tamanna)<br />
- How are your in-laws?<br />
- How are all your friends?<br />
‘Badha majama chhe Pappa. What have you been upto?’ Some joke he<br />
would crack at that moment followed by his trademark laughter.<br />
Smiling at that, I would end the conversation. I would still keep the<br />
phone in my hand and wait right where I was as in less than a minute<br />
he would call back. Without even seeing the number, I would say<br />
‘Bolo Pappa’. Of course, it was him. To tell me something he had<br />
forgotten to mention in the customary daily call.<br />
However, that night we managed to catch up after almost 10 days.<br />
There was silence all around and thank god no one to disturb us.<br />
The first thing ever to notice<br />
about my dad is how lively and<br />
happy he always was. He took the<br />
meaning of ‘livelyhood’ to an<br />
absolute different level which is so<br />
synonymous only with him. Don’t<br />
get me wrong that I am saying this<br />
just because he is my dad. This is<br />
an opinion by all those who have<br />
even remotely crossed his path.<br />
‘Kapadia saheb, kidhar ho? Bahut<br />
din se aapka awaaz nahi suna’.
‘Sir Kapadia, you must regale us with new real time jokes’,<br />
‘What a cartoon your dad is, I must say!’<br />
‘That’s your father? He is insane!’<br />
‘Uncle, chalo hasiye’<br />
These comments have always been a part of my life. So much so that<br />
till a point I thought all dads are like that. I call him my sample piece<br />
– one of a kind. They don’t make like him anymore <br />
For a lot of people it was easy to think that<br />
what a jolly good fellow he is. But for those<br />
who knew him well, it’s actually an amazing<br />
feat to achieve considering that he didn’t<br />
have a very smooth early life.<br />
Dad was born and brought up in a chawl at<br />
Bhangwadi, Mumbai. His mother was his<br />
father’s second wife. As if the conditions of<br />
staying there weren’t really up to the mark,<br />
dad’s mom passed away 2 days before his<br />
10 th grade preliminary exams. Not even once<br />
have I heard an excuse of why he didn’t fare<br />
well in his exams or how the not-so-good conditions affected his<br />
career. Instead, I have heard such amusing stories of his life at<br />
Bhangwadi. About his friends and the very famous theatre there. ‘Jo<br />
Leela college chali’. All who<br />
knew him, knew this<br />
dialogue from a book from<br />
those days. He always<br />
repeated and enacted the<br />
plays transporting his<br />
listeners to that black and<br />
white era. He made it so<br />
easy for us to be a part of his<br />
yesterlife.<br />
How that night we got an opportunity to remember the ‘Leela’<br />
days, isn’t it Pappa? Masi says that book is still with you. We<br />
better hunt for it Pappa. I have to read it.
Though my dadi passed away when dad was very little and of course<br />
I don’t have any clue about her, dad kept her alive in memories. We<br />
have a lot of photos of her. She definitely had some magnetism<br />
around her. Not even one photo have I seen her not smile. Dad must<br />
have inherited her nature. How he imitated her while signing papers.<br />
Sticking his tongue out and bending his head, just how dadi must<br />
have done to sign papers. I also know he loved her immensely.<br />
When he went for puja at the derasar everyday, not only did he pray<br />
for mom and me, he also prayed on behalf of his father, mother and<br />
his dad’s first wife whom he so fondly called masi. Its quite a rarity<br />
to see such a lovely relationship blossom between him and his ‘masi’.<br />
Probably, that’s when I also learnt how to give respect and send<br />
immense love to Tamanna’s birth mother even without knowing her.<br />
So much I have learnt from dad by just observing him.<br />
One of the first things we spoke about at length that night was<br />
Mom. Your best friend. A pillar of strength she is to both of us.<br />
Mom and dad were poles apart. Whatever be the topic or situation,<br />
they could never agree on anything! But that disagreement was<br />
always in harmony. They both stayed in the same building and I still<br />
can’t get over the fact how dad proposed marriage to her. I still<br />
remember his narration.<br />
‘I told Rajni that I<br />
would like to marry<br />
you and you need<br />
to answer me as<br />
soon as possible as<br />
there is another girl<br />
waiting for me. So<br />
if you answer in the<br />
negative, I could go<br />
and give a positive<br />
reply to the other<br />
girl.’<br />
I was aghast at the<br />
frankness besides<br />
laughing out loud on what mom had to reply to him ‘I will have to ask<br />
my father!’ Seriously?! Gosh, mom! One who is so frank at the
eginning will remain so till the end. You should have just said a yes<br />
immediately But am glad you eventually (and your father) did!<br />
Dad never missed an opportunity<br />
to pull mom’s legs. Whether it was<br />
her slow as a snail pace that she<br />
did all the work or her watching 3<br />
television serials all at the same<br />
time slot, irritating mom by poking<br />
fun at her was his birth right.<br />
However, dad never missed any<br />
opportunity and didn’t leave any<br />
stone unturned to see that mom<br />
was always happy and comfortable<br />
at every stage. He would make her<br />
tea in the morning and boil milk<br />
too. Never had she to know what<br />
medicines she had to eat and when<br />
as they were already kept ready by<br />
him. All she had to do is pop them.<br />
From booking of gas cylinders to<br />
helping her go to Parle to buy<br />
‘undhiya no saman’, whether it was managing the financial work or<br />
going to Talegaon home every month just to do sweeping and<br />
swapping, he managed it all!<br />
‘Rajni, Rajni, Rajni’.<br />
These words one would<br />
hear every minute at<br />
home. Quite amusing I<br />
used to find this because<br />
inspite of he managing all<br />
his own and mom’s work,<br />
he still used to ask for<br />
mom! When mom used<br />
to be away, he would<br />
show the world how<br />
happy he was to gain the<br />
freedom. ‘Hu bando<br />
chhu’, he would gleefully<br />
repeat. But at the end of<br />
the day, actually before
the end, like a sulking kid, would go off to sleep by 8 pm if mom<br />
wasn’t around! Such was their love and so lovely was their<br />
relationship.<br />
It was a compulsion to get the weekend off from the kitchen. I would<br />
wait to go out and binge. It was also a norm to shut the kitchen<br />
down one week every year and eat out. ‘Your mom needs a holiday,<br />
she works so hard’, I was told.<br />
Did I say holiday? As a<br />
family we enjoyed 3<br />
huge vacations every<br />
year. All in the family<br />
and friend’s circle knew<br />
that from May 1 st to May<br />
31 st every year we<br />
would be away. In<br />
addition, Diwali and<br />
Christmas breaks too. I<br />
used to be the most<br />
excited. The travel bug inside me still flutters its winds even at the<br />
thought of travelling. This passion took birth unknowingly from my<br />
childhood itself.<br />
‘What do you do for a month?, everyone would be so perplexed.<br />
‘Travel’, is all I knew I had to answer. We travelled all over India and<br />
would be stationed in a particular place many times for a month. We<br />
have stayed for a month in Srinagar, Nainital, Kodaikanal and many<br />
other places. Never was I bored even for a moment. We had all the<br />
time in the world to relax, make friends with the locals, eat local food<br />
and do what others<br />
yearn to take out<br />
time to do –<br />
Nothing! And still<br />
enjoy every bit of<br />
the nothingness. I<br />
would get<br />
unlimited time<br />
with dad. He<br />
would narrate<br />
various instances<br />
from his life and I
would listen to it with abated breath. Not with any thought of<br />
learning from what he would say but he was such a wonderful orator.<br />
How I wish he would always continue talking. He even sang so many<br />
songs from the 50s and 60s and I would hum after him. He recited<br />
poetry from Wordsworth and I would have them by heart in no time.<br />
We would read together, row boats together and just have so much<br />
fun doing absolutely nothing together!<br />
Unlimited trips, unlimited photos,<br />
unlimited memories. Whatever I<br />
experienced in these trips lies<br />
embedded not only in the photos<br />
but also deep in my heart.<br />
Unknowingly I learnt so much from<br />
my travels, so much from the time<br />
spent with dad, nothing in this<br />
world would have taught me<br />
otherwise and I wouldn’t exchange<br />
those experiences with anything in<br />
this world.<br />
That night I didn’t know which<br />
travel to speak to you about, dad.<br />
All are so special. All flashed in<br />
front of me. How I learnt to row<br />
like a fisherman, swim like a fish,<br />
trek like you on those trips. All different places with remarkably<br />
different views. One thing that all travels taught me is to respect<br />
those views, of all beings, that’s the only thing that could take me<br />
places. Its so true. Nothing teaches like experience. You are one<br />
of the most valuable teachers of my life!<br />
Dad respected money a lot and never splurged them on any<br />
unnecessary things. But for his travels, he spent every penny to see<br />
that we were always comfortable and there was nothing in the<br />
itinerary that we would possibly miss. He was so meticulous with<br />
the financial matters. He was the only one who handled all expense<br />
and income. Actually he never spent. He had two spendthrifts in his<br />
life – mom and me – who took care that he had enough and more<br />
expenses to take care of!
Seeing slightly bitter days in his<br />
early life, dad was very particular<br />
about his finances and<br />
investments. So perfect he was<br />
with ‘hisaab kitaab’ that apart<br />
from his civil engineering skills,<br />
his clients would also request him<br />
to oversee their finances. It was<br />
only because of a sound financial<br />
backing that I could explore non<br />
conventional and not so well<br />
paying career options too without<br />
batting even an eyelid.<br />
That night when we were<br />
talking, I lied for the first time. I<br />
told you that I am aware of all your finances and money matters<br />
and that you shouldn’t be worrying of anything. Not sure whether<br />
you bought my story. I learnt drama from you, pappa, from your<br />
narration of the wonderful theatre at Bhangwadi. I lied that I was<br />
aware of all the contact details of your clients. I lied. But<br />
somehow not sorry about it. It was late in the night and I wanted<br />
you to sleep. We could have continued our conversation on this<br />
the next morning too.<br />
From where dad’s childhood began to<br />
where he ended finally, it has been the<br />
most noteworthy graph to follow. With<br />
barely any means to begin with to<br />
leading and letting us live the most<br />
comfortable life we could think of was a<br />
very big achievement and so proud are<br />
we of him for that. His work life was<br />
very fulfilling. His clients really<br />
respected dad and held him in high<br />
esteem. They would just blindly<br />
handover everything to dad, such was the trust he earned.
How much ever dad<br />
achieved in life, there<br />
was always simplicity in<br />
the way he lived and<br />
where he lived. Whether<br />
it was bare minimum<br />
furniture that was<br />
required in the house,<br />
just enough in daily<br />
meals or 8 pairs of<br />
clothes that he always<br />
owned.<br />
Dad didn’t even let his clothes get ironed. He wore the same clothes<br />
for all occasions; whether he went to a wedding or someone’s<br />
funeral, it just didn’t matter. When we would prod dad, his standard<br />
reply used to be ‘There are two kinds of people – those who know me<br />
and those who don’t. Those who know me, know very well I am like this<br />
only. Those who don’t know<br />
me, how will it matter to me<br />
what they think?’. Of course,<br />
there wasn’t any argument<br />
after that, we always gave up.<br />
He used to love his trademark<br />
‘pehran’ and very often would<br />
pair it up with shorts. He<br />
probably was the only one<br />
who could carry this unusual<br />
combination. Dad could have<br />
been a model to endorse this<br />
style!! Missed opportunity! Of<br />
course, its best I also mention<br />
how he was always scolded by<br />
Mom for trying to wear this<br />
combination to the beach also.<br />
That scolding he never<br />
managed to escape. ‘Aa tari<br />
ma mane nathi peherva aapti. This style and all is so humbug’. How<br />
he would moan!
Dad never even wore a full sleeved shirt. When I saw him wear a suit<br />
on my wedding reception, I was so surprised. That surprise surely<br />
turned into the most hilarious laughter when he finally got his jacket<br />
off. No one but he could have worn a half sleeved shirt inside. How<br />
Vijayan and I laughed when we noticed it!<br />
As far as I can think, he was attached only to two material things in<br />
his life. Anything that could play his music and his handerkerchief.<br />
Yup, I know it sounds very unusual to the readers here, but beyond<br />
these two things, I am really struggling to think of anything.<br />
He loved his music. His songs were from the era of 50s and 60s of<br />
Hindi music. He was in love with Suraiya all his life. He would sing<br />
so well too. My early memories of his kind of music is my early<br />
school days. At 7.30 in the morning he would plug in the radio while<br />
shaving his beard. The station would play all the songs that he likes.<br />
I used to hate it because that meant the songs would wake me up so<br />
early but in time to go to school. Not to mention, the session ended at<br />
8 am with the customary K.L. Saigal song. But listening to them day<br />
after day, I started singing the lyrics too and so well-nested were<br />
these songs, that till today they remain my all time favourite.<br />
Dad had so many cassettes of songs from his favourite movies. So<br />
fond of he was of these and his player that he kept them under lock<br />
and key Its only now since the past 5-6 years, did he finally<br />
manage to understand youTube. He googled videos day in and day<br />
out and sang along!<br />
‘Kise yaad rakhu, kise bhul jaoooo’<br />
‘Afsana likh rahi hoon<br />
Afsana likh rahi hoon<br />
Dil-e-bekaraar ka<br />
Aankhon mein rang bharke<br />
Tere intezaar ka’<br />
‘Awaaz de kahaan hain,<br />
Duniya meri jawaan hain<br />
Abaad mere dil mein<br />
Umeed ka jahaan hain<br />
Duniya meri jawaan hain’
“Layee khushi ki duniya<br />
Hasti hui jawaani…..<br />
Layee Khushi ki duniya’<br />
These are one of<br />
the many on the<br />
tip of my tongue<br />
even now! Dad<br />
still gets<br />
recommendations<br />
on his youTube<br />
everyday!<br />
That night our<br />
conversation<br />
wouldn’t be<br />
complete had we<br />
not spoken about<br />
your music and Suraiya. Your eyes shone when I spoke of it, wish<br />
you would have sung. You sang so well; the song of an amazing<br />
life, you sang so very well. I am still all ears, listening and<br />
learning.<br />
If there’s one thing that he held closest to his self was ….. yup, that’s<br />
correct! His handkerchief! A hanky always had to be in his pocket.<br />
Whether he was at home, going out or even in the bathroom. If there<br />
was even a slight feeling of dearth of his stock of hankies, mom would<br />
run to the market and refill the stock. While going out, even if dad<br />
would have reached halfway to his destination and if he realized that<br />
he had forgotten his hanky, that’s it! It was always a U-turn, back<br />
home, collect the hanky and then proceed further. The number of<br />
times we would have rolled our eyes for his attachment to his hanky.<br />
No, not that night. We didn’t speak of any hanky that night. We<br />
never ever did. The morning after two days when you were at<br />
peace and ready to leave for your last travel, I ensured I tucked in<br />
your hanky with you. It will keep you warm and comfortable<br />
always, pappa.
For a man who had no interest in material things, one might think<br />
that he would be such a serious man, wouldn’t be smiling or joking<br />
ever!<br />
Wrong! Completely wrong! Dad was just the opposite. He thought<br />
every moment that one hasn’t laughed or enjoyed is a moment<br />
wasted in life. To find humour in every day chores and experiences<br />
was his forte. He would narrate various instances to us and we<br />
would be rolling with laughter. For those who knew him well “Let it<br />
go’ and ‘tumhare seth ko tum bhaavta hain?’ were the incidents that<br />
were well etched in everyone’s mind.<br />
To laugh at one’s own self is an art very<br />
few are able to master. Flying jokes at<br />
his own self to tickle other people’s funny<br />
bones was a ritual for him. I don’t<br />
remember a dull moment in my life with<br />
dad around. He surely drove home the<br />
point that ‘Laughter is the best medicine’<br />
and how well was that point driven.<br />
That night I called you my sexy man.<br />
Not that you are tall, dark and<br />
handsome. But that heart of yours is<br />
just so sexy. Probably even the<br />
Almighty found it difficult to duplicate<br />
it. There will never be another you. I<br />
earlier used to crib about not having a<br />
sibling but that night I was so glad I am<br />
your only born. Because there is no way on this earth that I would<br />
have shared you with anyone else.<br />
There was an equal dose of simplicity alongwith sexiness that his<br />
heart contained. Be it in his clothes that I mentioned before, our<br />
home, mode of travel, his nature and his choice of food.<br />
Dad had a very transparent heart. His heart and mind were one.<br />
What he thought and felt, was on the tip of his mouth without<br />
mingling any words. Of course, some who didn’t know him well,<br />
would find it a bit blunt in the beginning. Like one of his very dear<br />
friends mentioned to me earlier as to how curt he used to find dad’s<br />
nature. Its only when people got to know him well, did they realise
that it’s the best way to be. There were never hidden layers to<br />
disguise the real himself in his life. Since life was not complicated at<br />
all, he could even envision well and take split second decisions. I<br />
have really tried to learn this trait from my father and hoping at some<br />
point will succeed. Its really difficult to not judge people and try and<br />
overlook someone else’s flaws but he managed it with such panache.<br />
His food choices were more than simple. Who would prefer a simple<br />
toast butter with tea over a lavish meal spoilt with choices? With<br />
dad’s mom passing away very early in life, he and my grandfather<br />
didn’t have much choice but to order tiffin everyday from a lodge.<br />
This tradition continued for 16 years till the day dad and mom got<br />
married. My grandfather apparently was all teary eyed the first day<br />
the tiffin came. But my dad was all strong and said ‘When there are<br />
no choices in life, what’s the point of lingering on?’ Even the day of his<br />
wedding, he had the tiffin before<br />
leaving for his own wedding and<br />
refused to join in the festivities at my<br />
mom’s house.<br />
While bread and toast remained his<br />
favourite, I can’t help but remember<br />
how much he liked all chiwdas and<br />
how he even would gorge on butter<br />
and ghee (to be quickly chided by<br />
mom and me). I would love the<br />
garam garam jalebi fafdas for<br />
breakfast and samosas and batata<br />
wadas that dad would so fondly bring<br />
for all of us to gorge on. ‘Garma<br />
garam chhe, jaldi kha’. They all<br />
tasted so wonderful, after all, his love<br />
was the main ingredient in them.<br />
That night, probably after I met you, I again gave a thought to<br />
what you always say. ‘There’s just no point worrying ever. If you<br />
can find a solution, you don’t have to worry. Just get up and solve<br />
the problem. If there isn’t any solution possible, then the matter is<br />
even more simple and you just don’t have to waste time worrying<br />
at all!’
Dad’s simplicity is what also attracted all his friends and well<br />
wishers. There wasn’t any jhanjhat with dad. Like his friend once<br />
told me ‘Your dad is the only non-controversial person in our gang!’.<br />
He really held all his friends close to his heart. They would confide in<br />
him and how magically he solved all their problems. He always went<br />
out of his way to reach out to people and see that they were always<br />
comfortable by extending a caring arm if ever the need arose.<br />
Whether it was his friend’s financial or emotional queries, he tried to<br />
offer help to the best of his abilities.<br />
Seeing him for so many years, one thing that’s most remarkable is<br />
that my dad’s friends ranged from small kids to people who would<br />
have been his father’s age. He just transformed into their age and got<br />
along with all like a house on fire. Whether it were my cousins who<br />
were much younger than me, my friends, their parents, everyone of<br />
varying ages in our society, his helpers at home, his co-workers at<br />
work, his own friend circle…… name anyone and he would have<br />
touched everyone’s life one way or the other.<br />
The most interesting thing to see was when in the last few days when<br />
people came to meet him, I got introduced to most of them for the<br />
first time. Of course, I had always heard everyone’s name as dad and<br />
I share all the happenings of each day. But its only then was I able to<br />
place a face on all the names I had heard so often.<br />
Dad had a huge gang who met up everyday at the beach from 5pm to<br />
8pm. I myself went with him a couple of times. They would all walk<br />
and then sit at a fixed spot in the promenade garden spending time<br />
sharing their lives with each other. The bond over years became so<br />
strong that even families mingled with each other and went out for<br />
dinners and trips together too! It was so lovely to see dad interact<br />
with all, they were all different people from different walks of life and<br />
yet so similar. Those three hours a day were always so special to<br />
dad, he wouldn’t want to give it a miss anyday.<br />
A few things his friends not only from Mumbai but also from<br />
Talegaon and work area mentioned to me, shall stay with me forever.<br />
‘Your dad is my words, what I feel, he only can say’<br />
‘Your dad’s heart is transparent – what he feels is what he says’
‘I am what I am because of your dad’<br />
‘Hum sab ko ek din jaana hain,<br />
Blender’s to ek bahana hain, kuch<br />
samay saath nibhana hain.’<br />
‘He is my jigar ka tukda’<br />
The list is endless. ‘Jovani ni khubi’<br />
like dad would say is that all of<br />
them referred to you as your ‘best<br />
yaar’. The conversation with his<br />
friends allowed me to see dad from<br />
a different dimension. I must admit<br />
that though I knew this side of his,<br />
when these words exuberated from<br />
people who are unknown to me,<br />
made me feel really proud. Right<br />
now too as I am typing, there’s a<br />
huge smile that hangs on my face.<br />
Though he was not a very high<br />
connoisseur of food, arranging food<br />
for one and all was something that gave him unparalled pleasure.<br />
Whether it was garam garam samosas and batatawadas for us at<br />
home, wadas and mithai to the beach or even undhiyu to his clients,<br />
that excitement of his would add that extra zing in everything.<br />
That night we spoke about all your friends. I also told you how I<br />
knew about that secret meet up place at the cutting chaiwala and<br />
endless batatawada parties that you friends always had. I also<br />
very happily mentioned how at the time you all would have ideally<br />
been at the beach, all your friends would be coming to visit you<br />
everyday. The time that you spent at the beach gave you such a<br />
high everyday. I always loved to hear all the stories that you<br />
would gather.
Dad spoilt Tamanna also with food. She thought that nana-nani’s<br />
house meant an endless supply of gathiya, pani puri and sherbet.<br />
Dad would be<br />
more than<br />
happy to go<br />
out of his way<br />
to get those<br />
miniature<br />
puris to fit<br />
Tamanna’s<br />
mouth when<br />
she was little.<br />
Of course,<br />
food is not<br />
the only thing<br />
they both<br />
shared.<br />
Knowingly or unknowingly I am sure she has inherited so much of his<br />
sense of humour and matchless joyous nature. Tamanna’s<br />
inquisitiveness and love for travelling also seems to be emanated<br />
from dad.<br />
I remember the excitement on his face when Tamanna came home<br />
for the first time and ever since there wasn’t a single moment he<br />
must have not thought of her. I faded into oblivion, much to my<br />
annoyance, and Tamanna emerged his favourite!<br />
How he exposed her to the feeling of the soft sand at the beach and<br />
the whirlpool of ripples created by the receding waves, the sand<br />
castles that he made for her with that little tunnel where we could<br />
shake hands. The yummy raw mangoes and shingoda bought at the<br />
beach were relished by her in no time.<br />
The paper origami that dad made for Tamanna always amused her<br />
no end and so did the card tricks. She finally managed to learn one of<br />
the tricks. Dad had an unusual way to expose Tamanna (and earlier<br />
me) to studies. He would make everything so interesting. Funny<br />
games to learn spellings and weird drawings that would stay on our<br />
minds to remember stuff later.
‘Let her live her childhood, don’t pressurise her into studies ever, after<br />
all good grades are not an end to everything’, dad repeated day in and<br />
day out. His measure of my success as a parent lay in the fact that<br />
how happy Tamanna would be at any given point of time and<br />
whether fearlessly she could come up to me and share everything.<br />
Phew, I really had to work hard to be even half a good parent as my<br />
dad was to me.<br />
As Tamanna grew up, dad really felt proud of the fact that she could<br />
mingle and make<br />
friends<br />
everywhere. She<br />
is after all, his<br />
grand daughter!! I<br />
clearly remember<br />
when we were in<br />
the UK, dad took<br />
Tamanna to the<br />
playground for two<br />
months. This<br />
playground, was<br />
incidentally the<br />
same where I took<br />
her for over a year and a half. After dad and mom left for India when<br />
I went back to the play area, people asked me if I was ‘Mr.Kapadia’s<br />
daughter?’ Gosh! I really wondered what magic he would have<br />
woven over there with Tamanna that people didn’t notice me for so<br />
many months when I went there and they knew dad in just two<br />
months!<br />
One day when dad called me, I was really flustered with Tamanna’s<br />
teenage issues. ‘That’s great. At least she is a normal teen!! Wait till<br />
she starts dating!’ is the piece of advice that I received then.<br />
Perplexed was I at that time as I not only had to deal with a teenage<br />
daughter but also a teenage grandfather. I raised my hands towards<br />
the ceiling feeling utterly useless. But now when I think back, he was<br />
so right! I am really hoping I can manage to raise her the way dad<br />
raised me and taught me how life was to be lived.<br />
That night, we spoke of Tamanna at length. I told you that she is<br />
growing into a beautiful lady and a responsible one too, just like<br />
you would have liked. I told you how she is loving her football and
is practicing well. I loved the glow on your face when you heard<br />
me mention how she has shown a vertical graph as far as her<br />
academics are concerned and that her teachers were very proud<br />
of her. You seemed to be so relaxed upon hearing her excelling in<br />
Maths. It was your pet subject, after all!<br />
While speaking of family and friends, there’s probably only one<br />
person who fits both these categories and that’s none other than<br />
Vijayan. Dad became<br />
friendly with Vijayan the<br />
moment he saw him. Dad<br />
even guessed that he was my<br />
choice as a life partner<br />
before anyone else did and<br />
the only thing he said was<br />
‘Ah good, he stays so near!’.<br />
I don’t think either of them<br />
treated one another as a<br />
father-in-law or a son-inlaw.<br />
‘Nutcase’ is the word I<br />
have heard Vijayan mention<br />
so many times for dad. A<br />
truly deserved title. Where would you find two such people having a<br />
relation as they did where they would wait to meet each other over a<br />
glass (or glasses) of whisky? I must admit that sometimes I too felt<br />
left out of their conversations which ranged from work and<br />
government to quarter bars and music.<br />
One night that Vijayan definitely cannot forget is when my parents<br />
visited us in Singapore and we played dad’s favourite songs and how<br />
he sang and we laughed till eternity. ‘Sambhad, sambhad’ is the word<br />
that continuously echoed in the house just to ensure that we were<br />
listening keenly to the lyrics. We have videos of dad’s madness and<br />
play it time and again so that we can transport ourselves to that<br />
magical night.
I vividly remember<br />
Vijayan mentioning<br />
that one evening he<br />
had bumped into<br />
dad at a quarter bar<br />
where dad was with<br />
his set of friends<br />
and Vijayan was<br />
with his. Not to<br />
mention, Vijayan’s<br />
friends always<br />
wished how they<br />
could borrow dad to<br />
be their father-inlaw.<br />
I found that thought ever so gratifying.<br />
That night I assured you that Vijayan is there always not only for<br />
Tamanna and me but you and mom as well and that I am very<br />
happy with him. I also informed you how along with me he has<br />
full knowledge of all his financial matters and that you don’t have<br />
to worry about my half baked knowledge in these issues. I told<br />
you how he is waiting to drive you back home.<br />
HOME – is where I always returned to for a hearty laughter, music,<br />
madness and some soulful food.<br />
I thought this section would be<br />
the easiest to write as I was<br />
writing about my relationship<br />
with my father and who would<br />
know that better than me? But<br />
it has taken me days of staring<br />
at the ceiling not knowing<br />
where to begin even after<br />
spending hours of reminiscing<br />
my 42 years with him.<br />
Like any other daughter, dad<br />
has been my only hero, my only<br />
role model. Even if I ever<br />
become 5% of what he was, I<br />
would be elated and feel
absolutely blessed. I used to think that dad was a Superman as he<br />
solved all my problems. I have spent some nights remaining awake<br />
as I thought he would fly from my balcony just like Superman. But I<br />
was wrong. I shouldn’t have just thought you would be Superman, I<br />
should have just known you were and always shall be!<br />
Dad left to work in Bahrain leaving mom and me in Mumbai when I<br />
was quite little. So attached I was to him that I would spend hours<br />
crying for no reason<br />
causing more than<br />
enough trouble for my<br />
mom. I would long for<br />
his trips to India or our<br />
trips to Bahrain. He<br />
used to send some fancy<br />
postcards from Bahrain<br />
with wonderful 3D<br />
pictures and would<br />
always write something<br />
for me. So curious and<br />
desperate I used to be<br />
to read them on my own! In the summer break of grade 1 or so I<br />
pushed my dad into teaching me how to read. We were suppose to<br />
be taught in school how to read the following year. I spent the entire<br />
summer break learning how to read. I read all my school books,<br />
library books and any other piece of writing that came in my way just<br />
to ensure that I could read all the postcards that dad would send once<br />
he returned to Bahrain without asking anyone else for help.<br />
With reading, writing followed like a shadow. It was my turn to write<br />
cards to dad. Oh what a feeling of achievement it was! Dad had<br />
bought me some amazing colour pencils and sketch pens and I would<br />
use them all to make fancy cards. Its only now, after 35+ years that I<br />
finally let the attachment to those colourful pens and pencils fade….<br />
Unlike the other kids, studying was a lot of fun for me, since dad<br />
made it that way. He would make fun worksheets for me to finish<br />
once I got back home from school. The format of those worksheets<br />
used to be different everyday and I used to look forward for ‘what<br />
was new today’ to do. When I would solve all, there used to be such a<br />
sense of pride of having lived upto his expectations, which by the<br />
way, he had none. All he ever wanted is me to be happy in life, in
whatever path I would choose. I think just to complete tasks that<br />
were set for me by my hero, whether they were for studies, making<br />
sand castes at the beach or conducting science experiments at home,<br />
used to be a huge high. The completion of these tasks were as good<br />
as winning laurels of the highest order.<br />
Dad was a huge fan of well written English prose and poetry. He used<br />
to recite some poems regularly. He would narrate the history behind<br />
them. Hearing these over and over again, even I started reciting<br />
them. I can never forget Abou Ben Adhem, Stopping by the Woods on<br />
a Snowy Evening, And then there were none or our favourite –<br />
Wanderthirst.<br />
Wanderthirst made a strong impression on my clayey mind and<br />
made a concrete impact in such a manner that out of all poems, it has<br />
stayed with me till now. There was a particular tune in which dad<br />
and I used to recite it. We would race as to who would finish it the<br />
fastest. Mom was made to judge our recitation-thon. How much ever<br />
I tried, I never won. This poem was the closest to our hearts. When<br />
these poems were actually taught in schools, my teacher was so<br />
surprised that I was already aware of them.<br />
Same was the case with prose and novels. My exposure to Somerset<br />
Maugham and Jeffrey Archer which led to tumbling upon many other<br />
authors till now is all thanks to dad. A<br />
couple of years back when I happened<br />
to attend an event where Jeffrey<br />
Archer was there, I think my dad was<br />
more excited than I was! When I<br />
referred some other authors to him, he<br />
would always say ‘None like Maugham,<br />
no writing like The Luncheon’.<br />
Dad was not only a wonderful orator,<br />
but his writing was immaculate. So<br />
many friends and acquaintances used<br />
to come time and again to him so that<br />
he could write something for them.<br />
Obviously, how could I be left behind.<br />
Always wanting to imitate him,<br />
sometimes, I started penning my<br />
thoughts too. He helped me edit and
etter it day by day. It was a complete feeling of exuberance for me<br />
when my college teacher mentioned that she had never come across<br />
better writing than mine. When she asked as to where I learnt from, I<br />
was super quick and clear in answering ‘Dad!’. I sometimes still<br />
write for my own happiness. But of late when I used to send the draft<br />
to him to edit he would say ‘You are my flowery writer and I from a<br />
different genre and hence can’t edit’. I wonder what he would have<br />
possibly said to this piece of writing <br />
There are things I learnt and there are those I didn’t – simple things,<br />
nothing fancy, but still didn’t or couldn’t. Like the wonderful crafty<br />
things he made from paper. He used to make some kind of a flying<br />
object which we would launch it from our balcony from the fourth<br />
floor. No sooner it hit the ground, I would run and get it. Then again<br />
and again, and again and again! It was so amusing. He played this<br />
even with Tamanna. His enthusiasm had not dwindled over the<br />
years. In fact, he played it with double the zeal with his only<br />
grandchild.<br />
Similarly, at night before sleeping, in the bare light that shone, he<br />
used to teach me how to create shadows. We made birds fly and<br />
peacocks dance and every now and then a deer would make its<br />
appearance felt. We really had a ‘wild’ time together.<br />
As I grew up and enjoyed<br />
my college years, he<br />
allowed this wild time<br />
even then, albeit with a<br />
difference. He used to be<br />
very frank and open<br />
minded as we all know.<br />
Being a daughter, never<br />
restricted his thinking.<br />
We discussed all topics<br />
with each other without<br />
any hesitation. He would<br />
ask me about friends, boyfriends, discos, etc. Many a times he used to<br />
drop me to college and call me an ‘outstanding’ student as I was<br />
always standing outside the college instead of attending the lectures.<br />
Once during our routine walks at the beach he enquired ‘So, whom do<br />
you like?’. ‘Oh please dad, no one. This isn’t the right age!’. (I was all of<br />
17 and oh yes, did I like someone). He laughed out loud having
caught me red handed. ‘My dear, if at this age you tell me that you<br />
don’t have a crush on anyone then you are the biggest hypocrite in the<br />
world.’ And I had to come out of my bunker and admit everything.<br />
The very word ‘beach’<br />
that I wrote has given rise<br />
to a gamut of memories<br />
and emotions. Early<br />
childhood would be spent<br />
at the beach building<br />
sand castles and<br />
mountains. We would<br />
build canals and moat<br />
around the castles and fill<br />
it with water. We would<br />
jump the waves and stand, with our feet affixed to the sand to make a<br />
depression with our feet in the receding tide. Every trip would end<br />
with a ride at the merry-go-round and eating shingoda.<br />
The rides changed to walks during college years. I simply loved<br />
them. Life’s most important lessons I learnt at the beach when dad<br />
shared incidents from his past life and present. Those walks and<br />
talks were the biggest teachers. Once I turned 18, we would often<br />
break our walk halfway and visit the bar at Palm Grove for a quick<br />
drink or Alfredos for a chilled beer. If we did complete the full round<br />
and returned back, the temptation of lassi ‘malai maarke’ never<br />
escaped us!<br />
These walks became less often once I got married but enjoyable<br />
nevertheless. Once Tamanna came into our life, it felt as if my<br />
childhood was being played all over again. Many a times, we joined<br />
him and his friends at the promenade garden. It was wonderful to<br />
see how happy the big bunch of friends were. ‘They are such nice<br />
people. Khub mohabbat karte hain mujhse.’<br />
My married life never changed anything between us except that we<br />
saw each other a little lesser.
But our love and bonding continued to multiply every single moment<br />
just like it still does.<br />
Every moment spent with you brought a radiant smile on my face,<br />
just like it still does.<br />
‘Jab hum nahi honge, tab hamari baatein tumhe yaad aaya<br />
karegi’, your words echoed always, just like they still do.<br />
So many dialogues like these we used to have. None would<br />
understand apart from us. It was our little world together. One<br />
dialogue that has not only stayed with me but I have even managed<br />
to pass it to the next generation is ‘Get<br />
up and face the bloody music!’. You<br />
would say this time and again<br />
especially whenever I was on the brink<br />
of giving up.<br />
That night it was my turn. In these<br />
42 years, I must have heard ‘Get up<br />
and face the bloody music’ nothing<br />
short of a million times. That night I<br />
returned the dialogue to you, pappa.<br />
For the first time. ‘Get up and face<br />
the bloody music!’, I pleaded. ‘Get up,<br />
get up’, I repeated. ‘Don’t give up,<br />
just two more days, please don’t give<br />
up.’, I requested over and over again.<br />
You listened intently. I saw that look<br />
of resignation – rarely have I seen<br />
before. But I knew you hadn’t given<br />
up and you never will. What a brave<br />
soldier of mine you are, how well you fought that all of us salute<br />
you!<br />
Just like I said you didn’t give up for two days. And then our dialogue<br />
played in real life. ‘Sony, all good things must come to an end’, you<br />
would always say at the end of all our travels flashing the most<br />
satisfying smiles of your. And to that I would quip ‘Yeah, otherwise<br />
how would we learn to value things, pappa?’, still trying to match<br />
your smile. You are my most valued treasure and this time you have<br />
taken off on the most peaceful travel.
Grief has no rules, it will last as long as love does. Forever.<br />
But it’s not a goodbye. You just crossed the rainbow. I shall see<br />
you on the other side once our souls are free.<br />
You are the liveliest and the happiest person I have ever known<br />
and shall ever come across. I would like to continue this legacy of<br />
yours and celebrate your life because…<br />
<strong>THERE</strong> <strong>ARE</strong> <strong>DADS</strong> <strong>AND</strong> <strong>THEN</strong> <strong>THERE</strong>’S <strong>MINE</strong><br />
(from 20.2.1939 to 20.11.2017 and beyond)
W<strong>AND</strong>ERTHIRST<br />
BEYOND the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea,<br />
And East and West the wander-thirst that will not let me be;<br />
It works in me like madness, dear, to bid me say good-bye;<br />
For the seas call, and the stars call, and oh! the call of the sky!<br />
I know not where the white road runs, nor what the blue hills are;<br />
But a man can have the sun for a friend, and for his guide a star;<br />
And there's no end of voyaging when once the voice is heard,<br />
For the rivers call, and the roads call, and oh! the call of the bird!<br />
Yonder the long horizon lies, and there by night and day<br />
The old ships draw to home again, the young ships sail away;<br />
And come I may, but go I must, and, if men ask you why,<br />
You may put the blame on the stars and the sun and the white road<br />
and the sky.<br />
~ Gerald Gould<br />
Happy 79 th Birthday Dad!<br />
20 th February, 2018.
Death Is Nothing At All<br />
Death is nothing at all.<br />
It does not count.<br />
I have only slipped away into the next room.<br />
Nothing has happened.<br />
By Henry Scott-Holland<br />
Everything remains exactly as it was.<br />
I am I, and you are you,<br />
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched,<br />
unchanged.<br />
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.<br />
Call me by the old familiar name.<br />
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.<br />
Put no difference into your tone.<br />
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.<br />
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed<br />
together.<br />
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.<br />
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.<br />
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow<br />
upon it.<br />
Life means all that it ever meant.<br />
It is the same as it ever was.<br />
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.<br />
What is this death but a negligible accident?<br />
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?<br />
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,<br />
somewhere very near,<br />
just round the corner.<br />
All is well.<br />
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.<br />
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.<br />
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Never forgotten, loved forever…