Happy B'day Pops

Dear pop's,

It an irony that I am writing a letter to the person who has taught me how write one.Its your birthday but I don't have  a gift for you.But I am proud that I couldn't have anything to give because there is nothing I can imagine that will do justice to the love ,respect and gratitude I have for you.What I am now is itself the best and the most beautiful gift you have given me.
Sitting at a comfortable chair at my college I remember:-


  •  You used to take all my books to office and read  them and print Q/A and I used to simply read them . Teachers used to think I am  good at studies, even though I didn't even know the names of those books.
  • I remember the final exam of Maths in 7th class ,there was a holi vacation of 2 days and I was totally nervous ,you sat with me though all syllabus teaching  me those "Fatima bought 100 eggs and all" and I ended up getting 100.
  • I remember all your cajoling to participate in debates ,writing those debates for me and even teaching how to orate  in front of crowd. ( I remember those 15th august speeches at patratu DAV school where you sat in the crowd with a waving hand to boost up my confidence). 
  • You being there at every parent teacher meet and discuss every single marks I lost, with teachers.
  • I remember the preparation for bansals in the Delhi guest house and you waiting outside the gates of test centers with a smile.
  • And the best thing I remember ,you waking me up every morning by asking how I will beat the toppers like this? .And that made all the difference, it wasn't I who beat them but you.
And your best words "don't think of result ,"jo ho gya so ho gya aage ka dekhiye"," always plan".

I haven't seen God but if mom is my religion then you are my God.

 Happy B'day
Saurav



Comments

  1. Kirti Kashyap3 December 2013 at 07:37

    Does your religion depend on God, if not than it's ok, if yes, than I have many questions for you, and you won't like to answer them. I think the last line is not fair for your mother, you could have said that about your soul.

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  2. saurav3 December 2013 at 08:07

    Indeed you must be right .
    But while writing this I didn't think just loved. :)

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