Friday, November 23, 2012

The songs... n sleepless nights of PAPA...

Till, the date, its a record, that I am simply unable to listen this song without having tears in my eyes... Don't know how, but it connects me to my Papa. Its like, its just for me... i know after listening this song every "daddy's daughter" thinks that, but for me, its a very special one...
Well... everyone in family tells me about the time I born. I don't belong to any metro city or some well developed place, so as usual birth of a girl is just a simple birth, no big parties, no big celebrations{as per people's theory}... But my dad, he is someone very different and yes, how cloud I forget my Grandmother, my Dadi, she was the biggest support to my dad n mom, n she was the most happy person on my birth...  :)
N also, when she was not a very well educated woman... Amazing na??? Yah, she was a very amazing woman... :)

                                                           My daddy strongest.... :)


So, I was telling, when I born, Papa done a big celebration and also I was the first girl in society, at that time, whom "Barahon ceremony"{after the 12 days of the birth if the child, some rituals has to done, with some puja n all the relatives n friends are invited} was happened, cause it was booked only for boys till...
There are many such things which makes Papa different, strongest n daring and also adorable for the rest of the society. Even after such steps many fathers opted the path...
But, when I come to this song, this reminds me of all those his sleepless nights, when I was in pain. I remember, it was not the starting, but yes bad days of my sickness when I started loosing weight very rapidly n having fever all the day n night, he was unable to sleep, he use to come to me in the nights to check the temperature. It was the first time when I got the most severe pain, that I was unable to sleep, took the painkiller but of no use... then I went to living room n just switch on the T.V., just after 10-12mins Papa was beside me, asking "what happened???"  I told him crying about my pain, he just brought me many ointments, Ayurvedic oils, with having tears in his eyes...
It also reminds me of the time when I was in hospital n he was unable to be there, cause of his job... n he use to call me 4-5 times a day, n always ask me"when r u coming home beta?" And the day I returned home, he was waiting curiously on the door. {he use to call beta to both of us... me n my sister... n brother is already a beta :P}
Once he visited me in hospital only, n seen me smiling again, so advised me "don't use to smile front of doctors atleast, otherwise they will think that u r perfect n will not complete ur medication again."
{I'm writing these all things of my seconds surgery, tht's why using 'again'}

AND, M SO SORRY, CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE...
I KNOW, EVERY GIRL HAS A VERY SPECIAL PAPA... SO DON'T REMEMBER WHAT HE SAID U IN ANGER, ALWAYS REMEMBER SUCH GREAT THINGS OF UR SUPERB RELATION...
LOVE U PAPA...
now listen the song...




I will try to write much more...sometime next... without tears... :)





11 comments:

lionhartsingh said...

Pooja,
Congrets.
You have made nice works,Good Words,and Best wrighting.
Good.
Dilipsingh.

magiceye said...

Very nice tribute to your Dad.

Meenakshi Malhotra said...

Yeah, I was reading this post with own Papa in mind. I always held that my mother was emotionally stronger than my Dad, who used to flinch at the slightest bruise we suffered. Now, when we all siblings are well settled in life, still he comes across as the biggest support we lean on... Thanks for sharing!

K V V S MURTHY said...

Pooja, Your parents are lucky to have a daughter like you...keep it up!

Anunoy Samanta said...

full of warmth... touchy indeed :-)


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Gajadhar Dwivedi said...

I like ur blog

Rajesh said...

Very special.

सतीश सक्सेना said...

ऊँगली पकड के पापा की
जब चलना मैंने सीखा था
पास लेटकर उनके मैंने
चाँद सितारे देखे थे ,
बड़े दिनों के बाद याद , पापा की गोदी आती है !
पता नहीं क्यों आज मुझे उस घर की यादें आती हैं

पता नहीं जाने क्यों मेरा
मन रोने को करता है ,
बार बार क्यों आज मुझे
यादें उस घर की आती हैं
बड़े दिनों के बाद आज , पापा सपने में आए थे !
पता नहीं मां क्यों मन को,मैं आज न समझा पाई हूँ

सतीश सक्सेना said...

किस घर को अपना बोलूं ?
मां किस दर को अपना मानूं
भाग्यविधाता ने क्यों मुझको
जन्म दिया है , नारी का,
बड़े दिनों के बाद आज भैया की याद सताती है
पता नहीं क्यों सावन में पापा की यादें आती है !

आज बाग़ में बच्चों को
जब मैंने देखा झूले में ,
अपना बचपन याद आ गया
जो मैं भुला चुकी, कब से
बड़े दिनों के बाद आज क्यों बिसरी यादें आती हैं !
पता नही क्यों याद मुझे, पापा की पप्पी आती है !

तुम सब भले भुला दो लेकिन
मैं वह घर कैसे भूलूँ ?
तुम सब भूल गए भैय्या
पर मैं वे दिन कैसे भूलूँ ?
बड़े दिनों के बाद आज , उस घर की यादें आती हैं !
पता नहीं क्यों आज मुझे मां तेरी यादें आती हैं !

Jaleela said...

Nice post

मैं और मेरा परिवेश said...

deep sentiments,we all are loving papa.