the man who dint spill me in the bathroom

it always happens to me... im almost never completely free in my head when i wanna describe my dad... i always end up thinking how to start, wat to write, wat i cud hide, what i would elaborate on and wat i shud surely skip.. its not like he's a celebrity. and hey, its not like he's the best dad in the world.. really? see i end up asking questions like this, which i will eventually never be able to answer.. this is all so confusing anyways.. so y write anything abt him.. anything abt a person who's just another father.. hardworking, crazy and really annoying at times.. im sure u wanna know... read on

many years back, without sounding to meryl streepish abt this, dad and i were riding back home... if i can remember, it was a rainy night.. he was riding his kinetic honda (its standing in my apartment even today)... we were on our way back home... he was slightly not well .. and i believed tat... the bike was unusually jerky... and plus the damned rain... i was drenced and needless to say my dad too was.. i felt cold and he tried really hard to make sure i wasn't getting wet.. i can tell him now he did a terrible job then... i felt terribly cold and sick... he kept riding, it kept raining... he rode the bike as fast as he could... i could say with the movement of the bike tat something terrible is gonna happen.. in a minute.. in a few seconds.. and then... i opened my eyes and it was dark... i could sense tat we had stopped riding the bike.. suddenly felt dad wasn't there next to me.. i flipped.. scared to my balls, i started screaming.. not tat i could see too much, but i could scream..i did.. and then suddenly someone pulls me up... it wasn't my dad i could tell by his touch... it was a strange man, who seemed to be drenched too.. u know how the rain can get everyone wet... i looked out for dad.. after a few seconds, when i was almost alive (mentally), i saw underneath.. we had falled into a ditch... there i was,, on top.. the bike under me and dad under the bike... he kept screaming... they pulled him out too... ofcoz a few minutes later... his favourite kinetic stood tall.. taller than him.. his leg hurt.. he stood there.. looked at me and asked me "ur ok right".. i could say he was crying.. i wondered then.. he immediately took me to the nearby hospital.. got me ok.. got himself ok.. all the way back he cried... he kept looking at the sky.. very dramatically...i asked him several times, why he was behaving so weirdly... he only said "im sorry"... and then i remembered the doctors question to my dad.. "how much did u drink Mr Raju"... my dad said nothin.. nor to the doctor or to me.. he never does..

as i grew up, i always wondered how that night happened.. i kept cursing my dad for taking such a big risk.. for risking my life as well.. even now, im thinkin y did he?... tat night was replicated many times... ofcoz without me.. he scaled thru accidents like it was his favorite pass time.. i never clearly understood how he survived each time.. many a times, he even laughed abt it.. i kept tellin myself and lot of other close friends tat he's cuckoo, tats y... he clearly wasnt't cuckoo... he was beyond tat... something in him loved this part... this process of getting hurt.. his way of risky lifestyle... i don promote it, but i can only stand today and clap.. thinkin abt all tat shit he went thru... he loved whisky.. he does still.. but now it cant conquer him.. cos he loves another form of high.. and tats called "PEACE"... when i see him now, i can tell he's resting.. he's peaceful.. oh how tat makes me jealous.. makes me remember every accident he met with, all the million litres of DSP tat went into him..and tat came out of him... in all this his sense of humor stood out.. i asked him once "dad arent u scared of dying?".. he replied "shut ur mouth and go have lunch.. there's chicken today"... i looked at him, and thought "aiyo"....

iv realized i love these things abt my dad.. im not too proud of it, really.. but if he wasnt like this, then i wudnt be like this too.. tats y he never scolds me at all.. for anything.. for nothing...he seems to agree everything i do.. be it my personal life, my professional life he has only one thing to say "its ur life, u screw it up, balls im paying for it...." I jus cannot tell u how i love that attitude of his.. its too hot... so many times i see him looking at his kinetic honda.. he touches it gently, and probably even talks to it (depeding on his intake)... he's totally absorbed with the surrounding these days.. he wants everything clean, prim and proper.. and a few years back he was the master of dirt.. just abt everything he wore would be missing the same day he wore them... iv seen him abuse and scream at my servant and at the same time fund her child's complete education.. he's never touched a cigarette and still he would stand at the gate and give advise to a chain smoker as to which brand is better to switch... he bought mutton from one shop for all his life and when tat shop closed down, he stopped buying mutton...

he's retired now.. he made ads for a living.. for a great living.. and eventually a very bad living.. a living.. and now it seems to be so easy to talk to him.. i can ask him anything, or talk to him abt anything... i can jus go on, but he'l have only one thing for me in reply.."silence".. and tats wat i want from him.. this is the same man who almost killed me a few years back.. and today i saw him play snake and ladders with my neighbors kid.. he obviously LOST the game to her... yet he smiled.. so much.....