Monday, February 9, 2015

Dear Abbu, you are a great dad !

My blog started off as a place to vent, a place to share the things that I loved and things that I hated and quickly grew into a lifestyle. I feel I am connected to whatever I post on my blog, because that’s the way it is. A few days back I happened to watch a very meaningful TVC ‘#Greatdad’ by SBI life on television And today I want to open up on one person I have looked up to.. My dad. The greatest of all.

Coming from a fairly not so rich family my dad along with his brothers hail from a village.  My dad moved from Lucknow to Bangalore to make it big. You've heard it before – you come to a city for a better life. For him Bangalore looked like a shiny, princess-cut symbol of hope. Finding a job on your own in a place you don’t belong might seem tough but its was far more worse 25 years back. Opportunity doesn't come knocking – you had to go out and get it.

A year later my mom joined him here in Bangalore. There were hurdles and a lot of difficulties . There was hope. There was despair. There was disaster. But nothing shook him. He kept moving on. Everytime one step closer to what he had dreamt every single day. And there were haters.

Fast forward he was gifted with three daughter and a son. He shared his business secrets with his brothers, gave way for them to take the route of success without having to work hard. Soon there were a lot of people and family kin moving in here.

To this day, my father heads into his office every morning and works hard till 11 at night. It’s the reason we have bread and butter.   Imagine this 7 days a week for over 20 years with just one holiday every month. Just so his children could stay happy and live the life he never could.

Remember when I said haters? Well yes ! Most of which turned out be the ones he had fed , fed the damn people with his own hands, they were the ones who had shared his family’s surname. Then came the bad years, they made him suffer from hell. Of course we couldn't do anything. We were small. Helpless. So was my mother, so helpless.The worst thing is to know that those who made you go through hell belong from your own family. You know what that feels like? It kills. But you go through it. You catch up with deadly frigging deadly sugar and heart diseases for all the stress you took. But you keep moving on. You do it anyway. Because you’re a frigging fighter.

He overcame everything. He learnt from mistakes. he befriended those who were good and shut those who were snakes. He knew his children will be proud of him, someday. They would realize how great a dad he was.

My dad has taken such a big role in my life. Whatever I needed even if it was on the other side of the world my dad would go get it. I love him with all my heart. He always made sure I do my best in whatever I do. Even though it might be hard or tiring my dad makes me do it, I know it's the best for me. My dad is the PERFECT , my role model! It was my dad helped me when to do my homework in my childhood, carry me on his back,play cards with me, gave me inspiration when I need it...taught me to be loving, funny,never to take anything  seriously, to be upright & show respect for authority,standing up for what is right and helping those in need.And then the day came when he told his daughter he would be the happiest if he could see her get married to a prince. Everything seems to be fine. Everybody are happy. He finds a prince and gets her engaged. But then out of nowhere erupts the tsunami of pain.

The prince he thought he found for his little princessy daughter turns out to be a womanizer, a psycho a maniac. And then all hell breaks. The engagement breaks, big mouthed people who never use their brains start using their tongues, rumors spread. Its not the engagement it’s the shitty pity your own relatives throw at you. He has 3 daughters , and this happens with the very first one. He is broken . He can’t stop thinking of what might come. He hides his sorrow.. But ofcourse we know it. He pulls himself together so we are not affected. Because after 21 years of struggling and dreaming you become stronger. And no matter what you put my father through he will still ride a bike to stay fit. He will give up on Jalebis and frigging chicken. Because he can. Because he is frigging awesome. He’ll still believe in God, and thank him for all the bad things coming into his life. Because even though everyone else thinks the baddies are ruining it, his faith is so strong that he refuses to be defeated. He smiles, laughs, hopes and is still the fabulous dad !

My father is one of the most selfless and courageous people I ever know, and to have him in my life is my greatest inspiration. His charm, understanding , sense of humor and willingness to overcome every fear– all qualities I love about him so so dearly. Those, along with his business acumen, entrepreneurial spirit and his selflessness. Inspite of everything he stood by my side. With the first heartbreak to the first tsunami of pain , you know your dad will always be there, for you.

I just know that I will try to live every single day like it is my absolute last. He’s inspired me to take chances , to forgive people and has motivated me to keep pushing, especially when things get tough. My main focus in life right now is to work hard enough to attempt to give back even half of what my Abbu has given me.

He is the ‘great dad’ I would shoot a TVC on if given a chance ^_^

Have you watched the SBI ‘#GreatDad’ video? Whom do you relate to when you hear ‘Great dad?’ phrase?

Until next time

Stay happy!


  1. I love to read dad stories, especially as we girls have a special bond with the hero. I read your post and started missing my dad:(
    Loved reading about your dad's journey, give him a tight hug.
    Thanks for sharing
    now am off to calling my superhero.

    1. I agree , girls definitely share a special bond with their superheroes :D
      Thank you for reading it Disha :)

  2. Beautiful one Najm. I can see so many emotions in this post and the sense of gratitude towards your dad. I am sure your dad will be so proud reading this.. It shows how much you look up to him and how much of an influence he has been in your life. Nice to see this post Najm..

    1. Thank you Vinay . I am sure he will love this post :)

  3. Lovely words for a great man, Najm :)
    Our dads have much in common! We are so lucky & proud to have such wonderful role-models.
    May God bless them forever.

  4. Lovely article. My dad is the anchor of my life too. I guess its the same for 90 percent of the daughters.
    Dads are indeed a precious gift. Your post made me realize this fact, yet again

    1. No doubt 90% of women out there feel the same way :) Thank you for dropping by :)

  5. Beautiful post Najm! Dad is the best gift of God <3

    1. I agree Megha , dad is definitely the best gift God bestowed upon us :)

  6. You must be really proud of him. Very inspiring. Our generation wants everything on the platter with no hard work or sacrifice.

    A moving post.