They say, Man begin to realize when he is growing old, because he begins looking like his father. I feel that its quite true. But I felt something other way round. Few years back, while we were at my father’s maternal aunt’s house, I happened to talk to her. My father who had lost his father at the very age of three, had grown up with his mother and more of with his mother’s sister. Maternal aunt of my father started talking about my father and said he was a very brilliant boy and used to play cricket as well. Then she started telling me about his achievements, like all proud mothers. Like he stood first in all his annual exams and he scored excellent marks in so many exams. Then he played cricket , and his friends wouldn’t leave him and always dragged him to bat.
Finally she said he won gold meddle for his LLM in international law and he was selected to be a magistrate. She said because he had to go for some function that was organized and journalists were coming to take his picture to publish about the gold medalist on that very day and he didn’t have a blazer to wear, she said he was ready to go without one, but she borrowed it from a neighbor( It was quite customary to wear black blazer for a new magistrate or a magistrate matter of fact). Then I asked Do u have that picture? She said of course I do, I have paper cuttings. Then she got her bag from inside the locker( thats where she has kept those paper cuttings). She showed me all the paper cuttings one after the other including the poems that were published along with his pictures for one or two poems. I said oh this is my brother:-). I am not exaggerating a little bit, but my dad probably would have been of age of early twenties or mid twenties,. I was in late teens and my brother was in early twenties. I experienced tremendous pleasure inside me and cant tell the exact reason for that. So I would rather say, look at your father’s pictures of those times when he was of your brother’s age, they look almost same!
Today on father’s day, I really cherish those moments, which I spent with my dad as a little one. I sometimes got irritated, some times got bored some times got scared, sometimes got mad for all that he said. But now, when I am completely on my own, I realize how Lucky, how fortunate of all I was and I am to have father like that, whenever I come across something unpleasant or decision making cross roads, its really his words that I remember most.
Father’s Day: Though Father’s day celebration is held on variety of days throughout the world, it is most commanly celebrated on third Sunday of month of June and it was said to have come into existence by a girl called Sonora Smart, while she was listening to mothers day celebration in early 1900. She was raised by her father after she had lost her mom in early age and wanted to tell her father about his importance to her.
How ever even prior t that about three to four thousand years ago a young boy Called Elm usu is said to have first wished his Babylonian father good health and a long life by carving a Father’s Day message on a card kind of stuff made out of clay. No one have heard of Elmesu or his father ever since , but the tradition of having a father’s day honoring fathers has continued through the ages across the world.
Though I don’t approve of this much and I think every day is father’s day and every day mother’s day, I cannot reject it entirely as well as it is definitely a very sugary gesture.
Someone nicely has said ” any man can become father, but it takes special person to be a daddy”. I agree with that.
I came across this poem by unknown author.
What Makes A Dad
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle’s flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it … Daddy
