This is a piece that was a part of the plan for my dad's birthday given to him right before giving him a nice gift(read:expensive Danish watch).
The poignancy of the moment lied in the fact that this was the first time I gifted him something which can be termed 'expensive'.(how I hate to use this term;).As you read the post,you would understand why is this such a big deal after all?
Also please note that this was a piece delivered to him with a rose each, in parts ,by 5 complete strangers/passersby on the road(part of my plan)and was thus completely unanticipated for.
The strangers include a policewala who was initially reluctant and thus little unsure of my intentions;)What if main bholi bhaali ladki ke bhes mein koi beharupiya hui to..But finally, I must confess, in terms of playing the role, he left his counterparts far behind by his sheer enthusiasm for execution of my idea.This is my personal favourite part.
This is how it goes......
a)Any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental.
b) In case the story does sound familiar, go back to a)
Ever since Raju was a child..umm..’was’..It is quite an never ending journey in this case.Nevermind,ever since he was a child ,he always dreamt of being showered with gifts on at least his birthday…quite a legitimate expectation you would think.
But much to his dismay, let alone showering, his stingy daughters and an equally (now that is an understatement there) stingy wife never quite got him a gift that could qualify as one keeping his dignity intact.
As who on earth would expect to be smothered with love in the form of chaddis, baniyans as birthday gifts. On a few birthdays, if luck was on his side, he managed to get a pack of handkerchiefs or socks .Kindly note these were not by any means bought from the market. They had to found by archaeological expedition and thus were a result of preservation of about 100 years.
Year on year, birthday by birthday, he hoped for, if not decent at least a nominal hike in the quality of gifts and deterioration in the family’s (daughters and wife’s) sense of humour*.
*for how else could one explain the kind of gifts they tortured the poor helpless soul with.
Years passed, but his wish never really came true…until one morning on 7th September 2010 with a thunder lightening in the sky , his fate changed…
The poignancy of the moment lied in the fact that this was the first time I gifted him something which can be termed 'expensive'.(how I hate to use this term;).As you read the post,you would understand why is this such a big deal after all?
Also please note that this was a piece delivered to him with a rose each, in parts ,by 5 complete strangers/passersby on the road(part of my plan)and was thus completely unanticipated for.
The strangers include a policewala who was initially reluctant and thus little unsure of my intentions;)What if main bholi bhaali ladki ke bhes mein koi beharupiya hui to..But finally, I must confess, in terms of playing the role, he left his counterparts far behind by his sheer enthusiasm for execution of my idea.This is my personal favourite part.
This is how it goes......
a)Any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental.
b) In case the story does sound familiar, go back to a)
Ever since Raju was a child..umm..’was’..It is quite an never ending journey in this case.Nevermind,ever since he was a child ,he always dreamt of being showered with gifts on at least his birthday…quite a legitimate expectation you would think.
But much to his dismay, let alone showering, his stingy daughters and an equally (now that is an understatement there) stingy wife never quite got him a gift that could qualify as one keeping his dignity intact.
As who on earth would expect to be smothered with love in the form of chaddis, baniyans as birthday gifts. On a few birthdays, if luck was on his side, he managed to get a pack of handkerchiefs or socks .Kindly note these were not by any means bought from the market. They had to found by archaeological expedition and thus were a result of preservation of about 100 years.
Year on year, birthday by birthday, he hoped for, if not decent at least a nominal hike in the quality of gifts and deterioration in the family’s (daughters and wife’s) sense of humour*.
*for how else could one explain the kind of gifts they tortured the poor helpless soul with.
Years passed, but his wish never really came true…until one morning on 7th September 2010 with a thunder lightening in the sky , his fate changed…
.....and now I would like to take this opportunity to thank my team of policewala,doodhwala,liftman, watchman and breadwala(refer:the 5 strangers) for their unimaginable support without which this would surely not have been possible.
flying kiss..flying kiss
