Father's day

  °°°No individual can never be his dad both positively and negatively.

When you are a child and everyone around you is taking care of you it is so easy to imagine that you are the centre of the world and that your father is the king and the city you are seeing through your window is your kingdom.

As of now being a grown-up guy it's not take worthy if I still feel the same although the world around me changed a lot but the way I look up to you as a heroic being reminded same.

 I still remember those childhood days in police quarter's waiting eagerly to see him back home neatly tucked in uniform from duty with that bang smile on your face so that I could play sitting on your back when your knees bend down to the floor moving around in the house probably you are the only friend I had in those days,even now.

And those days when you used to take me to the headquarters frequently while you were the incharge of arsenal of your company showing me all those weapons by dismantling and reassembling them explaining specialities of each gun I still remember some of their names (SLR for training and guards, 9mm carbon for security protection, pistols and glocks for easy carries,ak for quick reload and firing in ambush situations even seen hand grenades but you didn't allow me to reach them as they perfectly arranged in box safely) and then hiding back of your legs by seeing your senior officers(that shyness and introvert nature not left me even now ).and me waiting below trees seeing to sky when you climb trees to pluck some neradu berries for me.and both playing cricket in garden me mostly batting trying to hit hard and you saying first try to connect bat to ball,showing standing position and proper way to hold bat which lead me to even hitting sixers these days. (Between no more playing cricket these days )

I even remember as if it happened yesterday you leaving me at school gate saying "you will be great my son" and we both walking away in opposite directions each of us looking back at times and both controlling rolling tears. How can I forget to mention those birthday party we used to host that oneday feeling as if I am something special among all those kids we call for party me receiving gifts (mostly biscuit packs but I love chocolates) but lost interest in such celebrations these days every thing became just a message or a what's app/insta status these days which ends with a sentence that too not from their heart (I even doubt if they truly care to remember even the actual date) and I can't forget that belt game you played with me for foolish things i used to do by the way you are good hitter most of the times belt used to land exactly on me leaving me no other option than to run away to duck under bed or sofa or behind mom.

And finally I wanna thank you for the ultimate freedom you gave to think and act in my own way. And for saying words like no need to follow the majority;even if they are elder than you they don't know everything; follow your heart ;no one knows you better than your self these are the points which made me .thanks for the moral support you give when I rebel against the irrational beliefs and societal norms and thanks for letting me to following my passion to create my own destiny and not forcing me to run a rat race like others do and thanks for indulging patriotism, honesty and kindness in me.

And thanks for being my dad,dad!!