Daddy's Day

Today is my daddy's birthday. Daddy, my late grandfather who left me in 2004, its roughly been 8 years without him. Life's has been one big struggle since then. Daddy was wheatish,tall, had a broad nose and a smile on his face always. In winters he could be spotted sporting a tie and a three piece blazer, agile and amicable. He was 60.He was born after Shivratri hence named Bhola Nath. This is the first time I am uttering his name since eight years. Its not that I haven't remembered him.Whenever I am sad, his memories pamper me. these memories go back to my childhood which were full of scooter rides, ice creams, school trips, doctor visits with Daddy. you could easily call me his PA. I used to do his paper work of the court dates, put his eye drops at night, stand on his feet to ease out his pain. In return he gave me some rupees and a few shellings everynight. Life's was so fullfilling. After he left, i suddenly felt orphaned and jobless too. Now it was only a juggle between school and tutions. I missed a bit of him everyday. In all these years without him my family and me have grown and learnt. but none of us miss him now probably our wounds have healed, we have learnt to live without him. But on his birthday i would thank him and almighty for blessing us with a person as beautiful as him. Thanks, RIP daddy...

Not just another day..

It was not just another day in the reporting team of the Indian Express, the mornings were usual with usual stuff. When I reached the Express at around 12, a news awaited me, my editor told me that I had to visit JNU for a story. The 3 letter word rang an alarm in my mind and took me back to March 2011.
It was onset of spring, the trees in the JNU campus were blossoming.There was hustle bustle for new admissions and a tension of final exams for the old ones.My first visit to the varsity was to collect admission forms for masters course.It was March 14, 2011 that day. It was ' his' birthday. Lets call him 'S'. It was 'S's first birthday with me. As I lined up in the queue for the forms I glanced tenth time on my phone. Each time expecting a call from him. Expecting that he would say please come back early, we'll celebrate my birthday together.
It was 2pm and I had finished my work, it was time to head back home. I sat in the car and again checked my phone. Wait there was a message! it said, "wat will u get for me?" It meant S had asked me to come early. atleast I thought so. and this thought made me feel happy and wanted.
Sitting in the bus and looking outside the trees running behind me, I kept on thinking of the birthday celebrations. I finally reached and my dreams came to an end. The call never came and his birthday was never celebrated with my presence.This year his birthday celebration will be different. there will be no one waiting for his call, no one he can ask gifts from, As for me I'll continue to report in JNU till the elections there.