A little personal and a little political

Most important call – Happy Fathers’ Day!

About 18 years ago. I was in 10th class, studying in Gandhi Centenary School, Kakinada. My dad was working  in Indian Potash fertilizer. His job transferred to Tirupati. We did not want to move until I completed school. So my dad moved alone.

That was the first time we lived with my dad away. That was also the first time in my memory I cried (after that I think I cried 3 more times in these 18 years) when I was in the train station to send off my dad Tirupati. I think there were moments when I was happy that my dad wasn’t around to sign (and scold) my progress report, but overall we all missed him.

We did not have a telephone in those days. So the communication was not that frequent. I remember I wrote an inland letter to my dad in english, for the first time. That year he gave me a Titan watch for my birthday. It was around Rs 1000, golden watch, black leather strap, and black dial. None of my friends had such a nice watch.

Every week on Sunday at 5 PM, time seemed to seize. My mom, sister and myself ran downstairs. We rented out the bottom floor to a govt office. So they were not there in the evenings and weekends. We had a set of keys.

We ran downstairs because my dad called to the telephone in the office at 5 PM on Sundays. The phone always rang while we were getting down the stairs. My dad always asked same questions, I always answered same; and vice versa. But those were the most important 5 minutes of the week for me. Those calls  were the most important calls of my life.


One comment on “Most important call – Happy Fathers’ Day!

  1. Pingback: Childhood fantasy of my dad and his Yezdi « A little personal and a little political

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This entry was posted on June 18, 2011 by in English, India, Personal, Photo.
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