Thursday, May 1, 2008

Forever and ever, Amen

Now playing : Dancing on a ceiling (Lionel Richie)
Today i had an intensely happy moment. The kind that makes you feel soo happy inside, it made me well up and not have words to elaborate it here.

There are some songs, I realize, that hide away certain memories for you - that when u play them back, you can just magically disappear into that long forgotten moment for a while. Songs like Forever and Ever, I told you so ..Randy Travis, Lionel Richie etc are so reminiscent of my childhood.

Today i downloaded the songs mentioned above and rushed into my parents room and called Daddy into my room, and played one of his fav songs for him. It took him all of 5 seconds to realize what song it was, and this immense smile overtook all other expressions on his face.... it was this surprise old feeling for him. Those 2 minutes when we both were listening to the song, we both that strange, melancholic smiles - he too, was revisiting.

How do i even say it? 12 years ago, more actually...this same father daughter have heard these very songs played from a Hitachi 2 in 1 from cassettes that are long lost. Daddy would have a book with him, lying down with a beer on the table next to the bed, and I not to be outdone would be with my 'grown up' book of Enid Blyton etc, sleeping with my head on his stomach reading and listening to the music.

Daddy would smell of Brut, and have that typical defence hair cut and demeanour, well built arms and a staunch, principled stagger. Everything he did, I admired. The music he loved, I loved. I have many of his characteristics now, just like i hoped i would. Save for the dimple... the darn dimple i tired sooo hard to get. He's strong willed but soft hearted, aggressive but naive, principled and staunch, classy but homely, firm and steadfast in his beliefs and dreams and acheiving them.

In my teens i found myself growing more and more towards my mother and more and more away from daddy. My mom became my point of contact 'where are you, wat time are you coming home etc'. However Daddy came into the picture when an unknown boy called home. Let me just say this, for those who called back, Thank you. :)

Just before he left my room, he told me a few more songs he'd love if i 'get somewhere from the internet' ....quick kiss on my forehead and he went back to his room.

And just like that, for that brief moment I was Daddy's girl again.

9 comments:

Aditya said...

:) :) :)

Sir James E. Watkins said...

That was a nice story of a father and a daughter. Real nice.

Dhanya said...

That was a nice read indeed.. I'm also a daddy's girl. It's so nice to know how everyone shares the same feeling :)
Btw i'm a silent reader here for sometime now.. Like your blog.. Keep it up :)

Abhishek said...

Awesome...jus too good... guess the best I have seen u write... :)

Jack Sparrow said...

:) 10 points.

Serendipity said...

@ Sir. J.E.W - Ive been waiting for new snaps on your blog!

As for the father-daughter stories, there are many many :)

@ Adi - :) right back at'ya.

Hi Dhanya! Is very nice to have a silent reader say hi! Thanks :)

@Abs & Jack - Thankeee

Aroj said...

Beautiful!... :-)

Rach said...

aww... i know what that moment must have been like... being a daddy's girl myself! :)

Too Good post... captured the whole thing beautifully :) :) :)

Psyched said...

Y have u gone shush.....