Remembering Dadajaan,
Abbu(My Father) came from his Mumbai official trip on Saturday evening. Monu a class 7 student was just waiting to get his precious gift, a digital watch. Wow......., but the second moment sadness enveloped him when he saw the brand, it was a casio. Abbu as a habit enquired about the likeability of the gift …Monu was sad. Uttered sadly, Praveen(Monu’s classmate) had a better watch than this and dear Abbu I don’t want this one.
MONU….GHALAT BAAT BETA…..came the strong voice of My Dadajaan, Why dadajaan ???enquired with his binquizzitive bold eyes? Why is this ghalat?
One should not compare these worldly things with others… be happy and contented with what you have and appreciate the Almighty for providing you this.
Today after 10 Hours of my Dadaji’s sad demise, I am missing him too much. His quality of behaviour might be due to his white experienced 95 years old hairs but his gifted voice, his simplicity touched my young tendor heart more than anything else.
Unfortunately, I am unable to make it to his last rituals but I pay my regards by just saying that I can not forget you Dadajaan.
May Almighty place his soul in Heaven, Amen!
