Skip to main content

Dad

Ok, so I have been thinking about writing about a few moments with Dad that I guess I shall never forget. Mind you I am actually a bit scared to pen this down. He doesn't really like my casual writing style so much, and I am definitely sure he's going to be critical about this too. Well that's my Dad. Getting a "nod" of approval too is extremely difficult. 


Anyway, to the good parts. Now few years ago, I did an internship at Dad's office. He's the big ass head of the creative department, for me he's just Dad. The previous night of D-DAY..he calls me in the room to talk. 
He said that "Tanvi, you are not my daughter in office. You are an intern and I have to treat you like one. You cannot just come to your daddy's cabin and chill here. I am a Boss there. It is serious. So you have to sit with your team and learn. You will have to have lunch with them no matter what time they eat, you cannot eat with me. Understood?" I was stumped, but felt it was correct. I just wanted to be a regular intern. 

So my day 1 at office started. We went together, two hours of a taxing drive to Lower Parel. Few hours had passed and it was around one pm. He called me on my mobile. "Why are you not drinking water?, I can see you from my cabin, finish the bottle and re fill it again, its important you drink water, the AC dehydrates the body!!". "I want the bottle finished right now, you want to ruin your health!!" 

Me- OK Dad. :)

Day 2 at office. Mind you I had not gone to his cabin even once. So Mom calls me. Shes like Dad just called  and he said.."Vrushali, Tanvi hasn't even come to the cabin once!! Not even once to say hi!" He was all grumpy. Lmao.

Day 3- The canteen guy gets me perfect tea made my style, and an omelette  I tell him I didn't order. He's like "Papa ne bheja"!!

Me- he tells me to be serious and learn, and now he sends me breakfast! That's my Dad.

Day 4- I get a call on the office phone near my computer. Dad has called me to the cabin for some work. I go there and guess what I see. He has a huge big box filled with all possible assortments of biscuits! 
"Here here, eat fast!"
He's like your team eats late, here, choose and eat biscuits fast!! So I sit with him and he makes sure I eat ample biscuits so that I am not hungry.

Again, that's my Dad.

Day 5- He calls again. "Don't eat lunch so late. 2pm is very late. I will call for Pepperoni Pizza, at 1pm. Eat with me."

Me- OK Dad.

 :D HAHAHA...That's my Dad. :)

Day6- Another call. By now I am used to it. "Do you want to go to Phoenix for Ice cream?"

I had a lemon sorbet that day. :)

This goes on for one month that I worked there. He never agrees or says this, but he was really upset when I left in a month. Back to his routine of going to Parel alone everyday.

That one month was amazing, only because of Dad. The work was dead boring to be honest. 

End of the day, no matter what your Dad is, whether he's a CEO, or the manager, or Ambani, doesn't matter. Dad is Dad, and his daughter, is his daughter. No force can change it.

Another incident that happened was when I had a terrible stomach ache. And for four to five days I was suffering very badly.So he gave me some dirty mixture to drink. Now when I say dirty, I mean dirty, disgusting, horrendous, basically every possible negative word in Webster's Dictionary. It was a huge glass filled with an olive green liquid! Looked like polyjuice potion. (Harry lovers will understand)

One sip was enough to make me cry.I actually started to cry, it was that bad. So my dear Dad says, "Should I put sugar in it?" "It may taste better"

More tears fall.

"Should I put lime in it?? Wait I will put lime."

Me- Dad!! NOOOO!! I am not drinking that!

So that's my Dad. He's there for me, end of the day.
No matter how much you love, hate, hurt, back answer. No matter even if you are a disappointment sometimes, he's still there, loving you, being there for you along with some shouting,  taunts and anger. But, he is still there, irrevocably loving you. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Of Modi's and mints...

"Get cash" said my Beautician.

From where, the sky? I retorted angrily. 

Cash has become a huge problem right now. Modi's move is great but it has affected the common man's life very badly. Can you believe it, tomorrow I have an appointment with my beautician and for a meagre amount I have to shell out a cheque since I do not have any cash on me right now. 

I want to go to Pune to visit my Grand Mom and sadly I have no money to pay for the taxi. I doubt that particular fellow whom we contact takes any card payment. So basically we all are stuck. 

Moving on to other issues that I go through...

K has downloaded an app called "In shorts" or something like that in my phone. I am suppose to compulsorily read and study it. Why? K feels I have no idea what is happening in the world and I should know the basics. 

To be honest, he is right. I really don't have that much knowledge about the current happenings plus I truly do not care about "news", what is hap…

Because Mommy hates my eyebrows......

I hate this weather. It's all wet and weird. I am so surprised at myself for nearly finishing my commissions for September. Alongside I even managed to watch two movies. I had decided to watch them only on the completion of my work as a "treat", but well I just cannot say no to a movie night with K. Actually I cannot say no to anyone when it comes to watching a movie. So I ended up watching Freaky Ali which sucked. And Pink which did not suck at all. What a movie!

I called the "Mother" to discuss Pink and the seriousness it showcased about the way women are judged in the Indian society. After ranting for a couple of minutes about how we are perceived and shackled with responsibilities and judgements, she replies -
 "Have you done your eyebrows?"

Now my eyebrows are currently a crisis for my Mother. The fact that her daughter has disregarded the importance of physical maintenance is shocking for her. Since I have been piled this month with maddening w…

To the 2016 that was and a 2017 that will be...

Happy New Year Peeps! *sneezes hard*

I just returned from a fabulous seven day holiday and now I am feeling the, to quote my friend R - "Holiday withdrawal symptoms". 
So for me the symptoms are mild melancholy and a viral infection. 
The year 2016 has just gone by too fast. Like literally too fast. It was a year of love, family, travel, art along with loss, hurt and pain. It was a bittersweet year for me. During Gudi Padwa which is a Maharashtrian New Year, there is a famous tradition that we follow. We never did that, well since we have never been a traditional family. Father and Mother have been free birds always and their need for flying free has rubbed on to us. The tradition was to eat a mixture of neem leaves and jaggery. Of course I am sure it must have tasted disgusting but it had a symbolic reference to it. It meant that life would always be a mixture of bitterness and sweetness. We have to hope for the sweet but also accept and appreciate the bitter. We have to accep…