remembering my dad

It's nearing a month since my dad left us, leaving a void, wide as an ocean..

 a studio picture at two, with his favorite doggy, Bag.
He is gone and I measure the yards he covered..old albums which were preserved as treasures were dug out..the pages were yellowed and most were just photo corners without pictures. He lived life on his own terms..he was the spirit at every party, though he did not have any siblings, he was big brother to all his cousins. I thank the Lord that he never had to wait at hospital corridors for tests and reports, nor did he had to sacrifice sweets and spice..he had them all to his heart’s content. God shielded him from tragic events which is hard to escape till eighty odd years. He was insecure without my mom, and never would have a minute passed without him calling out to her..she waited on him hand and foot. Thank God that he was chosen first and so was spared the pangs of separation..which he could not have handled..he had a big heart..and a sad story was enough to empty his purse. Where do they go after they leave us I wonder? How will he cope? He reminded me of uncle Podger..needed assistance for a teeny weeny thing..that too it should come from nowhere but my mom.. Cannot hope for concrete answers, though many claims I have read about.. The cycle of birth and death…but prayers can accelerate their journey towards a better birth..I pray.

Some beautiful moments captured..

his college days

clicked when on vacation..he would talk to all and sundry from the gate and endeared himself to kids,teens  and adults alike

beginning of his tenure at Qatar Petroleum

He was handsome,smart, made his presence felt wherever he was, he dressed impeccably well...a charmer he was.

Picture which he sent his mother after getting his job and bought a radio

his soul mate who waited on him hand and foot and for her, his word was law..here too God Blessed him and she was with him and he did not have to endure the pangs of separation.

 there I am..in a hospital in Doha...my mom till date has no clue to the exact time I was born..ha ha..no anxious grandmas  waiting outside to record the star the child was born into..

 he was a good at Tennis and watched the game with fervor till his last days.

an hour's drive to Umm said, a small town where weekends are a ball ..

his father..whom he adored and worshipped..though they were different as chalk and cheese

an ace swimmer..hours were spent lying on the blue sea..

when he had about of chicken pox..Oh My..mom had a terrible time..he was so cranky..God Bless him

when his mom visited Qatar..a studio picture

party for the Gaana Gandharvan at home

his secret hobby..scientific experiments..this pic was important..but right now have no clue

his team at office

a meal with his bosom friend Khan uncle

fun,and frolic was second skin to him..organised parties and picnics for children when the gang reaches there for holidays..

with the then Indian Ambassador was invited home

evenings at home.

doted on his grand kids

proud father..for my book launch