My memories of my father

The angel who looks over me - My Dad

 Well, I have never exactly been comfortable talking about my father before, because I think, I haven't yet been able to come to terms with his loss. But since this blog is very much about him and I will be talking about my experiences with him, it is only fair you should have some idea about him to understand us well.

       Frankly speaking, I don't think any number of pages will ever be enough for me to express in words, the kind of man he was, how much I love him and what he means to me. But I will try my best to give you all a fair idea of him, in a few lines.

       My father, Mr. P Krishna Murty, was a great man.Although every man is so to his daughter, my father was a role model not just to me but to several others who respected him and wished to be like him.

          He was born in a very rural village,situated on the shore of Bay of Bengal.Just like every other child of that village, he had a carefree childhood where most of the day was spent in playing and working and some time was dedicated to studying.He was a very naughty kid, getting into trouble every single day with his mom or neighbour.Not a single day passed without him getting scolded and punished for some mischief he managed to do.(My grandma never tires of telling me stories of his pranks and unimaginably creative eccentricities and I never get bored of listening to them).But he was also very bright and diligent(something I wish I had inherited from him, but din't.I am a lazy bug). 

          Dad's ambition was to serve his country in even the smallest way possible and hence he decided to join THE INDIAN AIR FORCE-one of the three Defence services offered by the country.But he was the eldest son in his family and there were responsibilities to be taken over and his mother like everyone else was scared of sending him so far away to a totally new place when the only method of being in touch was through post.

         But nothing could keep him away from his dream,neither his rural background nor his mother's illogical and yet understandable fears.And so he ran away from home, without telling anyone and sent them a letter saying that he would come back only after he got a job in IAF.And that, he did.

         My father was a man thirsty for knowledge.The more he learned, the more he wanted to learn. At the time of joining the IAF,he had just completed his matriculation but then he earned his diploma,bachelor's degree,MBA degree and also did LLB, and all this while still working and raising a family.(I can't go any further from here without mentioning my mother and the amazing support she gave to my father without which he would never have been able to do all of this).

         He was a great guy.With a rough exterior, but a soft core for heart, he was the best example for the 'perfect' man.He put others before himself,he understood people,he listened more than he talked,he watched and learned,these were the qualities that defined him(none of which I acquired by the way).But most importantly, he loved n cared.

         My father led a hard but happy life,short but fulfilling,in the little span of time that he lived,he made almost all his dreams come true.He has been a father,a teacher,a friend,a brother even(when I lost one at the age of 4) to me.At each and every step of life, he taught me.He played the most important role in the moulding of my personality.Even after he left, at times, his absence taught me more than any other person could ever have.He is the angel that watches over me from above.

         Dad was fun to be with,strict to live according to,of high standards to live upto,wise to learn from and a gem to be proud of.He truly is the best man in my life.