He was another common man with some uncommon qualities. He could be strict, he could be angry but he understood what a child feels. He was a best friend a child, and a young man can have. Surely, those who knew him will agree.
He had such a zeal for life. He always wished that we have great time.
When I was a child he made mathematics easy for me; as a young man, he encouraged me to read books & magazines . He helped me through the tough life of a medical student and saw me become a self sufficient doctor.
He was ill for couple of years. Like many of us it was tough for him to bear his illness; but his spirit outshone his health problems. When he got little better last year, he purchased a used Maruti 800, against my trepidation. And then onwards he used to travel 100 kms every day, visiting Devgadh, Nevasa, Ranjangaon, Paithan, Kankaleshwar number of times.
He just loved to travel, I was worried; but he always used to return, with my dear mother and driver by his side.
On 13th August, Monday morning, he had a freak accident; neither he nor we know how he fell from his bed where he was reading newspaper; and, I think that accident broke something more than his femur, it broke his spirit; and on Wednesday, he developed pulmonary embolism and passed away.
Now when I look at his bed... his TV remote control, eyes fill up with tears; and mind fills up with his fond memories.
To every child, father occupies a special place in his heart. Of course my feelings towards my father are no different; he was truly special.
He gave me more than my life; he gave me a way of life!
Om Shanti, Shanti, Shantihi!
