About my Father
It has been a long time since I wrote a blog post. I have been missing it though, like always. Blog is a good listener, it just listens and never comes back. I can go on with my regular rantings which don't deserve and response.
But today it is different. I have bee thinking about this for a long time and here I am. This is for you, dear Papa.
Dr. K. P. Singh deserve a digital identity. I am sure some people love you still, remember you and want to know your whereabouts. Your friends, colleagues, and of course, students. Long duration of your life was H B T I Kanpur. I am happy to tell you that it has become a university now. Structures have changed, people have also changed. Kids who we knew danced in our Holi festivals, now are part of phd academia or teachers themselves.
But still, few things haven't changed. The building, the flowers, the house that we lived in, the central bank of India, nawabganj, and our beloved, parvati bagla road. The road that gave us a view of the outside world - the dreams that people could live in banglows, the civilisation, the modern shops. It remains the same. The walls are still painted - vote for behenji.
I want to also tell you that the our village, Kishor nagla is also pretty much the same. People are older though. But the place still has the same struggles. It is better connected, but still no power - no road. And no one in government seems to care. Mummy has repaired the long old house there. Maybe one day we will have a school there. Children will make it so full of life and value. School should be in your name because people still remember how you are the smartest kid from the village that no one can beat in a century.
You built a great house in Lucknow, it is doing great too. Your decisions were always admirable. The area has come up very well.
But Papa, your greatest achievements are we. We remember you all the time, and it still feels like not enough. Sister has achieved what is like shattering all shackles and struggles of our family. She has brought the badge home that we all wanted. The legacy of a great college and a great position. We are eagerly waiting for her to create history now, get the leadership position that she deserves.
I am not doing bad either. I am crazier though. Who knows where will this take me. But one thing I am sure, if I learn how to run this shop, I will be happier. Happier than ever. There is a lot of risk on my plate, but honestly, I never feel so. I think I have only learnt. You trained me to drive car when I was not even 16. You could never understand why my IIT JEE rank was low, you always raised my standard beyond me. I can never forget you even planned a AC for my hostel room and wondered why my college wouldn't allow that. You planned my MBA even before I was in 3rd year.
You always took me higher than even I could imagine. That wind behind my wing is there no more.
When my baby was born, my father in law said that he thinks that my father's soul has come back in him. I so wish these things were true. If it is, I promise that this time love will be limitless for you. I promise that you will be one rich brat, that everyone will be jealous of. I promise you that this time you will be at the centerstage again.
But today it is different. I have bee thinking about this for a long time and here I am. This is for you, dear Papa.
Dr. K. P. Singh deserve a digital identity. I am sure some people love you still, remember you and want to know your whereabouts. Your friends, colleagues, and of course, students. Long duration of your life was H B T I Kanpur. I am happy to tell you that it has become a university now. Structures have changed, people have also changed. Kids who we knew danced in our Holi festivals, now are part of phd academia or teachers themselves.
But still, few things haven't changed. The building, the flowers, the house that we lived in, the central bank of India, nawabganj, and our beloved, parvati bagla road. The road that gave us a view of the outside world - the dreams that people could live in banglows, the civilisation, the modern shops. It remains the same. The walls are still painted - vote for behenji.
I want to also tell you that the our village, Kishor nagla is also pretty much the same. People are older though. But the place still has the same struggles. It is better connected, but still no power - no road. And no one in government seems to care. Mummy has repaired the long old house there. Maybe one day we will have a school there. Children will make it so full of life and value. School should be in your name because people still remember how you are the smartest kid from the village that no one can beat in a century.
You built a great house in Lucknow, it is doing great too. Your decisions were always admirable. The area has come up very well.
But Papa, your greatest achievements are we. We remember you all the time, and it still feels like not enough. Sister has achieved what is like shattering all shackles and struggles of our family. She has brought the badge home that we all wanted. The legacy of a great college and a great position. We are eagerly waiting for her to create history now, get the leadership position that she deserves.
I am not doing bad either. I am crazier though. Who knows where will this take me. But one thing I am sure, if I learn how to run this shop, I will be happier. Happier than ever. There is a lot of risk on my plate, but honestly, I never feel so. I think I have only learnt. You trained me to drive car when I was not even 16. You could never understand why my IIT JEE rank was low, you always raised my standard beyond me. I can never forget you even planned a AC for my hostel room and wondered why my college wouldn't allow that. You planned my MBA even before I was in 3rd year.
You always took me higher than even I could imagine. That wind behind my wing is there no more.
When my baby was born, my father in law said that he thinks that my father's soul has come back in him. I so wish these things were true. If it is, I promise that this time love will be limitless for you. I promise that you will be one rich brat, that everyone will be jealous of. I promise you that this time you will be at the centerstage again.
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