Thank you so much!

It’s 8 A.M. and  as usual I am ready with my laptop and car keys.  As soon as I started the car, my radio started delivering news. May be yesterday I was listening to AIR FM Gold. I didn’t want to spoil my morning with news of murder, fraud, rape and so many depressing stories.  Randomly I tuned-in Big FM, an advertisement was going on. The RJ was trying to tell everything in a single breath  “If you really want to say thanks to someone, this is the time…”. Normally I prefer to skip those nonsense, but not this time. May be he was good in his profession or may be his words found my heart. Before the advertisement is replaced by another, he was able to present me a face to whom I am thankful but never stitched some words to express the feeling. It’s my father, whom I never said how much I love him. A series of memories flashed.

Memories took me to the year 2004, when I was in college and doing graduation. I was not allowed to take out my dad’s scooter for a walk (well, drive). It was a green LML Vespa NV. I had a valid license but still most of my proposals were rejected. He was very strict father I tell you. If there is any situation where I need the scooter and I know I can’t get it by simply asking, I had a unique way to make him say yes. I used to play his favorite singer “Hemant Mukherjee” on my PC in low volume. When my dad asked me to raise the volume, it means he is enjoying the tracks. After playing some more from his favorites, I simply ask him for the scooter keys and it was gladly accepted. Music or say quality music can be a costly affair.

Time flies, now I am a software engineer. 3Yrs back I booked my dream car. I wanted my parents to be present on the day it will be delivered to me but they can’t manage to match the dates. One fine day (after 3-4 months), he gave me a call and asked me to book train tickets for them. My parents are coming, I quickly booked the tickets. Then the next day, I sent my car to the service station so that there is no visible dents or scratches. I don’t want my dad to say “You see son, this is the reason I avoid giving you the scooter keys.” I bought a pen drive and put all his favorite Bengali songs. I had a full plan in place. We (my parents, my wife and I) all are going to Jaipur on my car for a small trip. He is a self made man, his journey from poverty to class 1 officer is inspiring. This time I will not carry my laptop with me and keep a different number to talk to people I like. I have heard some of his stories when my uncle use to visit my place and they share old memories. I don’t why I didn’t talk to him about his younger days, or  why I didn’t talk to him much? This time things would be different, I thought. I’ll ask him about his fight, about his school days and lots more. Since I booked their tickets a little late, the tickets were yet to get confirmed. At around 1PM, I received the message that tickets are confirmed. I called my dad and let him know the berth numbers. He said that he will ring me up as soon as he boards the train. At 5PM I received a call from my younger brother. “Cancel the tickets, father is admitted to a hospital for breathing problem”, said my brother’s serious voice. After a battle of 7 days, he gave up, my dad is gone.

Something has shaken me, probably the bumpy road brought me to the present. I looked down at the empty USB port. I want to hear a voice from the back seat “Son, can you please raise the volume a bit?” . Alas! That will never happen. It’s because of my parents  and their prayers that made me what I am.  If I am a bit successful,  it’s their belief only. I had no hopes, I had no future, I don’t know how life turned up to be what it is now. Some people can really do magic. My parents did the magic and turned my life. But today I will talk about my dad.

I have never said how much I loved him. It took me nearly 26 years to know how much he loved me. When I left home for my PG, he was in tears along with my mother at the railway station. If I am sad, I don’t know how he come to know and gave me a call and say “I am not feeling well, are you OK?”. I wanted to thank him, I wanted to say how much I loved him and for that I took 26 years, first for the realization and another 2 months to fix a date to confess the same. And.. the day never arrived. So the RJ was right, if you want to say thanks, today is the day. Someone has said so true “If you love me, tell me when I am alive”.

I don’t know when I reached office. Took some time to control the emotions.  we have arrived to a place where emotions are not allowed to enter because company pays you for the work they need.


4 thoughts on “Thank you so much!

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  1. Dear Chinnu,

    I was left without word reading your blog story, I went travelling through time machine to those old days and was figuring the old days, your family, how we used to go to your home, scared of your dad still used to play on PC etc.. I was left speechless …

    Thank you to you too for letting us all know whom to thank in real time rather wait and plan…

    Everyone has someone to thank or praise in their life..

    I may not understand the emotions what you went through that day, but I can only share your deepest thoughts in pure feelings and sense.

    Thanks Bro..

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    1. Dear Vishal,
      Thank you for the feedback. Your reply also flashed some memories. Rajiv and I use to visit your home when we are sure that your dad is not around. That time was the best time. Yes there were so many limitations but I will love to live the same time again. One evening on the wall of Russian Hostel with my friends will be the best reward ever.

      Take care.


  2. Dear chini ,
    Only I thing I would like to say after reading this …….awesome….I could see the things happening in front of me ….one can feel the emotions…..quite heart touching event of your life that we were unaware before reading this blog of yours….the best line for me is when you r in office emotions r not allowed …..very true……keep writing such beautiful instances

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    1. Dear Mili,

      Thanks for your valuable comment and support. I’ll always try to live up to the expectations.
      When you can live the writer’s words, the job is accomplished then and there.
      Thank you again.


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