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Indeed Dad is a Superhero for the kids because at the tender age, what he does for us seems very Big to us and we accept him as Superhero and try to imitate his style.
Dad is a dad for the daughters and sons but a daughter’s affection is more inclined towards her father in her initial years of childhood and the sons are more influenced by Moms; I think more of psychology works here…Let’s not delve deep.
I too was not an exception and since I gained senses, I was more a Papa’s Beti than a Mothers and I remember at times, Mom felt ignored and neglected.
My father was in Sales job so most of the time, he was on tours. I missed him badly and would cry often for my Superhero.
When he came back, I tried to spend maximum time with him and I was pampered by him. He took me along to his office when he was in town. I accompanied him to market or wherever he moved.
Gradually, I started to imitate his acts and even kept his secrets.
I went with him on short trips and he puffed outside home. No one at home had a irk of it. We were in joint family system so my mother too wasn’t aware though she suspected.
He asked me not to spill the beans and I dutifully didn’t spill but often blackmailed him for getting new toys or things of my choice…really, I kept the secret till high school and spelled out to my mother…when he had left his habit.
He was fond of non-vegetarian foods and cooked delicious items of non-veg…you can say, he was a marvellous cook…I too fond of non-veg foods relished his cooked mouth-watering foods.
Being in Sales & Marketing, he often left the house when I was sleeping and returned when I went to bed…the days he brought raw non-veg food along, he would wake me up…his one call was enough to bring me back from slumber…and I would religiously wait for my favourite food that too cooked by my Superhero.
As I grew up, I tried to follow in his steps and imitated his dialogues and style (he wasn’t aware of it).
I adored the way he drove behind the wheels and would day dream to drive one day later in life and I did.
I helped him in the cleaning of the car…we had an Ambassador, at times, when it did not ignite, he would make me sit behind the steering and he pushed with others to ignite.
During holidays, I would play badminton and scrabble with him and at times, I caught him cheating…it was fair in games.
Despite all fun and pampering, he was a strict disciplinarian and his anger was worse.
When he would be at home in my school days, he helped me to get ready for school, polished my shoes, ironed my dresses and combed my hair into beautiful plaits…it was indirect help to mother but his small acts made me happy.
He was good at English and he imparted lessons on its usage and rectified my language. We spoke Bhojpuri at home but he made sure that while speaking in Hindi & English, the flair of the mother tongue doesn't comes in.
As I grew, I started understanding his ways and I gradually drifted apart and maintained a respectable distance where I could not argue or discuss as I could in my kindergarten days.
He trained us to be independent and do all the chores inside and outside home which included managing money, billing of newspaper & milk and banks, school fees and other bills so that I learn the value of money and be independent.
My mother had unknown fears and she never wished that we travel alone…but my Superhero gave the privilege to travel alone when we were at an age where we could differentiate between good or bad.
I hated making chappatis and was not good at making them but he was the one who insisted me to prepare chappatis for him…it was more of an order than request…so there was no option to turn down…now I understand his motive. He believed that the things people hated to do should practice every day and gradually the people will start loving…The day, I prepared rounded chappatis, I was relieved from the duty.
He taught me to read books other than text books and this gave way to writing. He would bring books while returning from tours.
He imparted knowledge about good and bad touch and inculcated table manners.
It wasn’t a cake walk with my Superhero, at times our ideas matched and we celebrated and when we opposed each other, we were at loggerheads…still the journey was good.
What I am today is a package of contributions of My Superhero Dad & Mom.
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