Day 27 - Daada
Many times we forget the people who are around us and keep blaming them for faults instead of adjusting with them. There are only few people who will really connect to us and we tend to spend more time them. I would like to take time to remember this person in my life who not only inspired generations to come but also made us all proud of what we are today. His presence and his actions made us all look up to him. Some of the memories that I recall with him are told here in today’s topic. The person I am talking about is my grandfather, my dad’s father. Today marks the 14th death anniversary of my grandfather and he is still alive and fresh in our memories. Hope you enjoy it, here goes.
Dhaana Shoora Karna
We are all fond of helping out people either our cousins, friends, colleagues or strangers too in one way or the other. Sometimes if it’s too much of a help, we think twice and decide to give reasons to evade helping. But here was a man who went above and beyond his capability and helped people. So much so that his wife, my grandmother had locked up the income, what my grandfather used to earn. She used to give very minimum money to use for himself. There were times when dad tells me stories that during his college days, my grandfather used to give away new clothes of my dad to the needy people. He was not even thinking whether it was new one’s or old or was it his son's. There were many books that he had, he gave few away one by one, whenever people used to ask him without even thinking twice. He was very generous person.
Foodie
Grandfather always told me to have a fistful of roasted peanuts everyday to keep up with the body’s nutrition requirement. He loved it and sometimes roasted the groundnuts himself. He also liked sea food especially fish and crab. He used to go get them from the market and clean it himself before giving it to my mom or grandmother to cook. He had developed a very good sense of eating fish. Not even once had I seen him struggle while eating.
Storyteller
Who does not love stories, we all do, don’t we ? Me and Grandfather shared a single room in our home and he was always telling me stories at night. He on his bed and me on mine, were always busy discussing stories. Sometimes I used to pester him with a story and poor guy used to make up a story and tell me something. He was even telling stories to kids who came to our home.
My grandmother was always angry with grandfather because he was not a person who saved money. She was always either blaming or complaining about him to all of us. But she always had that love for him and I can’t forget those moments. Funny fact was my grandfather was a teacher at the school where my grandmother used to study. He was very keen to learn things but he did not have sufficient money to learn. So he taught classes 1 year and the next year he was a student studying. This was how he used to earn money for his studies.
My grandfather was criminal lawyer but he was very gentle and calm at heart. Never did he raise his voice except for in the court. Such was his simplicity and humbleness. 2006 was a tough year for me as I had a huge loss, when DAADA passed away and I got disconnected with the world for few months. I always miss him, even today I get dreams of him returning back to home and we are all talking to him as usual. Dad has been a follower of grandfather with his wit and humorous character, I can say I am growing up with the same mindset. My dad used to call my grandfather DAADA. I hope one day, I start calling my dad, DAADA and let others remember about my grandfather.
Dhaana Shoora Karna
We are all fond of helping out people either our cousins, friends, colleagues or strangers too in one way or the other. Sometimes if it’s too much of a help, we think twice and decide to give reasons to evade helping. But here was a man who went above and beyond his capability and helped people. So much so that his wife, my grandmother had locked up the income, what my grandfather used to earn. She used to give very minimum money to use for himself. There were times when dad tells me stories that during his college days, my grandfather used to give away new clothes of my dad to the needy people. He was not even thinking whether it was new one’s or old or was it his son's. There were many books that he had, he gave few away one by one, whenever people used to ask him without even thinking twice. He was very generous person.
Foodie
Grandfather always told me to have a fistful of roasted peanuts everyday to keep up with the body’s nutrition requirement. He loved it and sometimes roasted the groundnuts himself. He also liked sea food especially fish and crab. He used to go get them from the market and clean it himself before giving it to my mom or grandmother to cook. He had developed a very good sense of eating fish. Not even once had I seen him struggle while eating.
Storyteller
Who does not love stories, we all do, don’t we ? Me and Grandfather shared a single room in our home and he was always telling me stories at night. He on his bed and me on mine, were always busy discussing stories. Sometimes I used to pester him with a story and poor guy used to make up a story and tell me something. He was even telling stories to kids who came to our home.
My grandmother was always angry with grandfather because he was not a person who saved money. She was always either blaming or complaining about him to all of us. But she always had that love for him and I can’t forget those moments. Funny fact was my grandfather was a teacher at the school where my grandmother used to study. He was very keen to learn things but he did not have sufficient money to learn. So he taught classes 1 year and the next year he was a student studying. This was how he used to earn money for his studies.
My grandfather was criminal lawyer but he was very gentle and calm at heart. Never did he raise his voice except for in the court. Such was his simplicity and humbleness. 2006 was a tough year for me as I had a huge loss, when DAADA passed away and I got disconnected with the world for few months. I always miss him, even today I get dreams of him returning back to home and we are all talking to him as usual. Dad has been a follower of grandfather with his wit and humorous character, I can say I am growing up with the same mindset. My dad used to call my grandfather DAADA. I hope one day, I start calling my dad, DAADA and let others remember about my grandfather.
Signing off for today
Rahul Ravindra ♥️
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