I was wondering for so long, what should I call this article? I couldn’t land on something that would create an impact and here I am with the phrase relentless servants. If you are too quick to judge what is this going to be all about, be my guest!
I am not sure about you, but the first thing that would have struck my mind, had some one asked me to guess who do I think to be a relentless servant, I, without a doubt, would have told my dad’s name. Sounds like a cliche? Then, so be it. I guess this one’s at-least better than “Love makes life beautiful”. No offense, all you people in the love game!
By calling a father relentless servant, I don’t intend to demean the community of all those super moms. They work relentlessly too. But, as a son, I have always had an inclination towards my mom and at times I feel, all this relentlessness goes unnoticed 🙂 In other words you can call it “Being Partial” too 😛 I guess this is the story of every other son out there!
PS: I don’t know why I was crying, but I still used it to my favor in the context of this writing. Isn’t that something a writer does? 🙂
So, one may ask, why write this now?
As I said, I have a strong feeling that, not all dad’s are given due credit or the limelight they deserve for what they have been through or are going through. Hence the attempt and no better day to do this than his birthday. As he turns 58 today, I haven’t thanked him enough for all that he has done to me so far. And I guess, I never will be able to face-to-face 🙂
I can go on and on about the choices he made and the hardships he went through only to bring me up to a stage he thought he would be proud of. But that wouldn’t appeal you, would it? I am sure, most of you would agree that a dad would have gone through at-least one of these, if not for all and so I don’t see a point talking about those incidents.
That said, not having lived half his life, I already have started thinking of retirement plans, while he still continues to run!
Off late, I have realized that nothing matters the most than family. So I urge all of you to take good care of them and not abandon them at any point in your life. Just imagining, what would have happened had they abandoned us because of all our tantrums at some point, sends chills down the spine. Never let them down, no matter what!
Some say money can’t buy happiness. But I beg to differ. Money did buy happiness for me. Don’t believe me? See for yourself.
I tend to believe each one of us are forever in their debts! Its time for us to payback 🙂
Happy Birthday, Appa!
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