My 63 year old father in a nutshell-
- Is working patiently on growing that broken shoulder bone back.
- Eager to travel the world and is planning a vacation to see Europe together with my in-laws as we speak, which is going to be his second international vacation ever, so he is as excited as a five year old on a roller coaster.
- Claims that he looks younger compared to other people who are his age. Claim is the key word here. So, in an effort to ‘look’ younger, painstakingly manages to dye his salt and pepper hair every month. Not that he has much left, but I am not volunteering to burst that bubble.
- Has mastered the art of making Tava Pulao recently. I am positive that friends, family, neighbors, maid, milkman and everyone who lives in Rajajinagar has tasted it by now.
- Is a worrier. A big worrier, but assures us all that he is not.
- Is working on being a bit more open minded. Thanks to his loud, feminist, Bangalore reared daughters who are patiently waiting with an open mind for that to happen with a few arguments now and then.
- For the lack of a better word, I am just going to call him a true companionist. Yes, I know it’s not a real word, but you get the meaning behind the word, don’t you? Oh come on now, you didn’t seem this confused when you first heard the word selfie? In my defense, “A trap is for fish: when you’ve got the fish, you can forget the trap. A snare is for rabbits: when you’ve got the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words are for meaning: when you’ve got the meaning, you can forget the words. Where can I find someone who’s forgotten words so I can have a word with him?”
- Immensely committed to those people who are ‘his’.
- A strict vegetarian Hindu Brahmin and a staunch believer of Lord Shiva.
- Pursues BJP as a close second religion.
Sigh. I love you, Dad.