Role model, yet accessible!

Once in college, one of our lecturers, maybe just over an year elder to us, conducted a written H.R. interview for us and the reason he quoted for doing it was to prepare us for the job-hunt, while actually the reason was that he wanted some tips to face H.R. interviews well, he was lecturing part-time and software-job-hunting most of the time. Intentions apart, it was fun.

Among so many questions, there was one asking for who our primary role-model is. As we were meant to read our answers aloud (mass-learning of interview tips,you know!), as expected, got to hear the names of Mahatma, Abdul Kalam, Einstein, Narayan Murthy, Azim Premji, Ambani and many who have had their names encrypted in history.It came naturally to me that I would write my dad as my real hero, my role-model. I uttered the same when it was my turn to read out my answers aloud and surprisingly to me, classmates and lecturer included gave an amazed look! Probably they were expecting, maybe the names mentioned supra by default or some name that weighs as much as those names do. No, to me, it is my dad. Not that they are not, but they never influenced me before my dad did. I was not surprised when folks mentioned their role-models, but why were they? Why is it that, very often, people who are so very accessible to us and mould or influence our life every single day are taken for granted?

Nevertheless, here’s for my dad who made books accessible to me long before they reached many, who made me write and kept revealing secrets on how to keep a reader engrossed with the write-ups ( failure on my part it is that I have not taken the lessons well), who taught me to debate (I still remember when I slept all night and he burnt the midnight oil to get my written copy of debate ready by morning),who taught me to meet people and build social relationships and who taught me how to long jump too!! (I guess, he knew long before that I would enter the software industry and should be well equipped with the jumping act!!). I learnt a few, he tried teaching a lot , though.

Dad, I know you wont read this, neither will I make an attempt to make you do too. Yet,just wanted to shout at the top of voice and say “Love you lots,Dad!!”

If at all, I have a complaint against my dad, it’s that he doesn’t know cooking. Hence, I don’t too!! Yet, both of us managed to survive (of course, on mom’s cooking (kidding..I’d better.Mama,love you too!) or elsewhere)!!