27 January 2013

World's best "DYADA"- My daddy the best !~




I've been contemplating for several months now on whether I would share something so deeply personal, but my good internet buddy inspired me with her blog on her dad & here I’m…(I shall with her permission try to post her link)(Ok..got her permission and here goes the link~http://reallifetalks.com/?p=1050
This seems ironic, but I actually have a hard time speaking about my feelings. Especially when it comes to my “dyada”…

A father's love is as important to a child’s emotional development as a mother’s. Crucially, a father’s love is often just as important as a mother’s. Few cases, it is even more so. To become a strong, confident woman, a daughter needs her father’s attention, protection, courage, and wisdom...

My father is one of the most influential & important person in my life, from infant to toddler to tween to teen & to adulthood. His influence in my life has shaped my self-esteem, self-image; confidence helped me stand strong in times of strife. My views about the world stands positive still, after all the things I've gone through and made me a more positive person & to look at life with all its beauty.
My mom said the moment dad held me after I was delivered I grabbed onto his thumb, I had him wrapped around my finger ever since. Hehe.. I’m not even sure why, but I've always been a daddy’s girl. My dad is the smartest person I know.  He is a master of all trades and has always done it all.. Make, build, paint, or fix just about anything…

I still ponder on the things he does for me and my sibling, his struggles, his strength, and most of all love for my mother & we both (sisters).Dad’s best gift has been love; more importantly respect for my mother. He showed us what a family is and how a family comes to exist, the bond between the family; the value of a family.

During the pesky hormonal years that can often have dads shying away from their moody and sometimes standoffish daughter, my dad has always been supportive and a guiding light, he gave us our space to understand the ways of the world. When I and my sibling were tween gals, dad focused on cultivating a trusting relationship so that his daughters felt secure talking to him and my mom about what's going on in our lives. 

He also knew my younger sibling was a contrast, she always enjoyed the girly stuff, playing with hair, being around mom, serving food even as a young girl and helping mom. She would stand for long in front of the mirror draping mom’s saree or my duppatta(indian shawl or a long scarf worn by Asian women). 
He has always done things which helped us connect at a better level with him.
As we continued growing into our teens ,fraught with complicated issues, dad continued to work on building a trusting relationship, gave sufficient affection and supported us as we learnt more about who “she” is and what kind of person “she” wants to become, Dad made it imperative that, no matter what, he would avoid the temptation to pull away or withdraw during this sometimes challenging stage of growing up.

When I was ill and serious  during childhood, I remember dad carrying me on his shoulders and running hospital to doctor’s residence to another hospital to another. My dad made me accept facts of life saying if you want sympathy look up the dictionary, don’t look for it in people around you. He made me realize I’m no less than anyone and I could achieve the things I aim at..

Once when we were out dining, along with our family one of my cousins had joined. I ordered all that I felt like and when questioned by my cousin all I said was I would order to my heart’s content when my dad can afford it.. Though dad was happy of the fact that I completely trusted on him, & that he was connecting and making me closer to him, he corrected me saying it was not the way and we aren't allowed to waste anything. He told us of the harsh realities prevailing around us, what hunger is, what people do to satiate the hunger and as to why we shouldn't waste food. He also said, I could have all that I wanted as long as I finish and not waste anything. It’s a lesson I still remember and follow! Till date I don’t prefer to take food onto my plate and waste it. I prefer not take extra serving when not needed..

I love listening to dad’s naughty days as a young lad. I also love it when he reminisces of his younger days or when he and my mom were dating and their courtship days. He goes on for hours and anyone can fall in love with his mystical voice. he sings lovely. This again takes me back to my childhood days when I would just not be satisfied with any number of stories by my mom and dad would put me to sleep with his soothing voice with just 1 story which had no head or tail..but it was just the magic of his voice. till date I can sleep with ease if its my dad's lap..

My dad is one that always makes my day better.  When I came home from school after being made fun of for being the chunky kid, my dad would always state about how pretty, smart, or talented his daughter was. He taught me to take things in a positive stride and to ignore the negativity the world showcased. I’m not sure how I would have made it through my teen years without such a loving dad.  

He always makes people laugh with his corny jokes and would give the biggest bear hugs. My sissy calls him a teddy bear! Couple of days ago when I went to a regular shopping complex the vendor at the shop, told me your dad is superb! he cracks jokes and is really witty,he makes everyone here smile and get on with the day.. I wish I had the funny bone that he has…

The difficult times I've given my parents and the love they have shown me makes me ever grateful to them…(I've been the naughtiest child one could ever think off)..It’s because of my dad I've never felt lonely all through my life. I know I can lean onto this pillar of strength when I have a moment or 2…

My Dad has always been a seeker of a life of integrity and honesty, avoiding hypocrisy and admitting his own shortcomings, so that we (me and my sibling) have a realistic and positive example of how to deal with the world. He modelled a reflective approach to life's big questions so that we could seek to do the same. 

From attending our school festivities to buying me something I wanted the most, no matter how expensive it was. He did see it was important to me. - The video games; all that I asked for & sometimes did not too. He acknowledged me being a gadget freak, way since my childhood. My most unforgettable toy during my growing up years was a mechano set, as a toddler it was a musical panda, a scrabble block set. He realized I was not much into girly things like the kitchen set or the pink stuffs or the dolls. I loved holding dad’s biceps, have even hurt him on instances and got a scolding..  The only girly thing that I enjoyed was tying pony onto my dad’s hair and adding colourful animal and bird clips that were ideally for me. No matter how late he would return from work he knew I would be awake for a long ride with him around the city and without fail would take me around. 

He has always just been a voice away. One single call from me and I've dad by my side. I still remember a time when dad was away on work almost outskirts of the city ; I was out on an errand or to meet couple of friends. By the time I wanted to return to my horror I found my vehicle tyre punctured. Without any forethought I called my dad & told him the scene. Lo! He was there to help me.. He has been my moral support in all my trying times. I can blindly trust him like none other... 

I wish & I’m hoping my dad is  proud of his daughters just like we are proud to have a “dyada” like him…Dyada like none other. I love you Dyada…