Sundays with Daddy - 2

It was just another Sunday , me and my dad took our cycles , hogged idlis at our favorite breakfast stop and then we were heading back to our place . Racing . And my dad , still thinking that loosing against him would make me all sad and tear-ish (like it used to when I was 6) was letting me win , so I overtook him (as usual)  I mean  who doesn't like winning ? even if it's a stupid cycle race !

And then I turned around, to give my dad the na-na-na-poo-poo sign , and he wasn't there ! HE FREAKING WASN'T THERE !! I was scared ,  I din't know what to do ... Yeaah I was like born and brought up in this town but my mom never let me go to the neighboring shops without what she calls "adult supervision" , let alone some place that's a few kilometers away . I started panicking , it was pretty early so all I could find around me were a bunch of labor workers who were eyeing me from top to bottom , and I was , well just going straight , avoiding all the attention I was being showered with , and right when I was about to throw my cycle in a corner and start crying like a abla naari , I spot a pole . Thanks to my brother who once mentioned about this pole being pretty close to my place , I figured my way home !

And there he was , my dad , all smiles waiting for me . But I was very furious and angry and well , mad at him for leaving me alone in the middle of no where , knowing that I did not carry my phone or money or a brain mapped route to my house. So I asked him why he just disappeared like that , and this is what he said - "I just wanted to teach you that , in times of need , when you desperately want some help or support, all your gonna have is YOU !" and that's soo trueee !

Soo be your own strength , be your own best friend , be your own hero , cause in the end all you are ever gonna have is YOU !

                         

Sundays with Daddy-1

I will always remember those Sunday mornings when dad and I used to go for long walks , talking about everything from his teenage to mine , from talks about our family business to my studies , from the kinda songs he used to listen , to the kinds i do , in fact contrasting his life to mine , And every Sunday we set out , I used to learn more about my dad , and more about life too , it's meanness to the unexpected surprises . It was like a preparation to face this evil world , to be able to handle problems and stand up when i land square on my face , and to celebrate and be content with everything that God has showered me with .

One such Sunday he told me about this 2+2=4 rule .
It is quite simple , when we were young and tender in primary / junior classes , teachers used to teach us 2+2=4 and if we went wrong , she would first try to make us understand , if we still could not learn then she would give it another try , if we still didn't ,she would cane us real hard , if we still did not learn she would even punish us with 25 sit-ups or talk to our parents or whatever but she would stop only when we learnt that 2+2=4.
Just like that in our lives each time we face a problem , not only do we have to overcome the problem but learn from those mistakes , if we don't , life will come up with a little more harsh way of teaching us the same rule / quality / whatever that we lack ... but just like the teacher it would never give up on us until and unless we learn from our mistake !

Simple right ? So next time you have some valleys in your life make sure to be strong enough to overcome it and yeah , learn from it too ! :) !