Yet another Father’s day tomorrow, which would be a reminder
for many of us to appreciate our fathers and for some, to miss their dads who
had already left for heaven. I’m not going to blog about how necessary or unnecessary
it is to put such days as Mother’s Day, or Father’s Day or Friendship Day or
Valentine’s day, because most of the comments would be “Every day is a Father’s
day, it is not necessary to appoint only one day…..” and so on and so forth. See,
I can read your mind :-)
Its been 3 years already, with my post relating to dad, where I wrote My gratitude towards my dad in June 2009.
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| Dad and Mom, with my youngest niece on my brother's wedding. March 2012 |
Today, I just want to reminisce the times I had with him when I was
young. Mom was a strict mom back then. So, whenever I wanted new clothes or new
toys, I would directly go to dad. And his answer was always “Yes” and mom would
exclaim “You will spoil your children someday”, he and I would just giggle
along as if we are partners in crime. I
remember once on a Christmas Eve, it was after knowing the truth about Santa, I
wanted a Doctor’s set so much, that I asked dad for the cash. I went and
bought my own Santa Claus’s gift, placed it nicely on the plate I had kept at the
bottom of my bed. And the next day, he came and woke me up excitedly “Go open Santa’s
gift!” We, both pretending not to know how it came and mom gave us that ‘I don’t
believe these two’ face. (Haha). We used to own a restaurant when I was in
high school, and dad taught me how to make ‘Suzi’ (Sooji) and bake ‘Plain cake’,
and I was the proud maker of such items which we would sell at our restaurant,
and I would manage my own pocket money from that, and dad would ask me every
day “How is your business today?” (Ka pi, vawin I sumdawnna enge a an?) as if
we are in the middle of a child’s play and I would reply with
such excitement. Dad taught me so many stuffs, the principles of life, and mostly
the importance of not being ashamed of doing a hard laborious work. He would rear
pigs up at the terrace, and to reach the terrace, we had to walk past the main
road. He would insist I carry the pig’s food and I would be so
scared because if any of my school mates saw me, they would tease me. But that
made me who I am today. There was once a time, I fell in love with singing, and
I played Elvis Presley’s song 'Don’t cry daddy' rewinding it over and over, and
whenever I was practicing along with Elvis, Dad would come by and pretend as if
he’s crying in the ‘don’t cry daddy’ line.
He used to make blackboards for me,
as I always wanted to play the part of a teacher. Sometimes I run out of
friends to play with, and so, I would make dad sit as one of my student, and
when I make roll calls for attendance, he would mimic all kinds of voices to
say “present Miss” and “absent Miss”. And when I wanted to play a doctor, he
would be my patient. I would steal some of his letterheads and strike off his name and replace it with mine ‘Dr. Lalremsiami Hrahsel’
written on the top corner, and I would prescribe all kinds of medicine with a
very bad handwriting like them doctors. When I entered teenage years with the application
of high heels, I remember he would come walk near me, bending his knee
so as to shorten his height, and would say "You have become taller than me, how is this possible?!",
and I would always love that. Coming to think of our age difference, him in his 70’s and me in my late 20’s, I now wonder how dad could manage to be such
a good friend back then, and now.
Dad is a man of few words. He is funny. He talks less, but works more. He
is now a best friend for my four nieces and one nephew. With mom being sick for
the past one year, I am inspired by the way he takes care of her. Due to her
medication, mom gets very hot-headed sometimes. But I have never seen
him getting angry or fighting with her in my entire life. I want to marry
someone like my dad, someone who would take care of me, who would make me laugh, at the same time
who could be my best friend and my partner in crime :-)
10 comments:
Rum half kha i dah rei tawh bawka, hehe, a thlakna i rawn nei tha khawp mai. (SMS in tumawni chanchin kan sawi meek, tuna ka type lai hian :p)
Oh.. that song.. I sing it all the time.. I could relate to every word in it.. :-(
Don't cry daddy... and it always take me back to that cold one night.. when I saw a man crying.. :-(
Good read there. I could picture every line with my li'l sister and dad doing the same thing. Haha. Miss those good ol' days. Sometimes, me and my brother would join in as a student too. And even more, she would compose-and-sing-a-song-on-the-spot just like that and tell dad to write down the lyrics for her. Haha.
"Daddy - A daughter's first love"
Happy Father's Day.
BTW, rum half bottle kha tunge in zo ta?
you have a very sweet dad.your dad Would inspire anyone who reads this blog.Wonderful post.Stay happy and hope you meet that person someday :-)
Happy Father's Day! Great post, your dad seems to have a great sense of humour. My siblings always used to say our dad favours me the most (sibling rivalry of course) but I guess it was true to some extent, letting me do whatever I want. A lenna ah khan min hruai thin a, midang tan khan a lo ninawm thei awm ka ti ta!
@ku: niminah exam naah kan sms kha ka review a, thiamloh nen, ka nui mai mai a. haha.
@alejendro: thats sad.. have'nt seen my dad cry, yet. and i loved and love the song
@Joseph: Happy Father's Day to you too dear father :) don't you wish we could all go back to when we were young and wild and free. crap! which lyric did i just use?? btw, the half bottle rum in the second part, was never found :D
@Tubin Nabam: so nice of you to drop by, my twitter friend! :)
@aduhi: I harh awm reuh hi ka tia, mi inah khan an tea-set te kha i lo khawih chhiat sak duh hmel :D
he is the man with white tennis shorts that i call William :)
Nice blog. Made me think what my kids might think of me. I probably am not a great dad.Don't know.
@Pris: I knowww :)
@daniel: Im sure your a great dad! thanks for visiting
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