my dad

now i know this is not really what might interest people..
i mean who wants to know how someone's father was or what he got from his father...
but to me it is important ........

like any child i hate ,love ,respect and even envy my father..somedays its just hard living under the same roof as my dad,some days i am soo glad he is there for me...

somedays i feel proud to be his son ...but i never felt ashamed to be his son...

because of the characteristics that my father has...

my father is a very tight lipped ,uptight and strict man on first sight but that changes a lot when you get to know him....

i always wonder how a man who is so frank and open (that he borders on rudeness) can have such a lot of friends.....
and i mean LOTS...some of whom are very distinguished members of the malayali film and cultural society.

i donot wish to give names unless my dad wants me to ..but there are some names that a malayali will feel envious about.

my father has taught me a lot of things over the years a lot of which i honestly say i still don't follow a few which i disagree on aswell

he has a strong will to survive...you cannot kill him with a cannon on his chest,for he knows that it is important for a man to face his problems rather than cower away from it.

whatever be said he is a unique man with unique virtues.

HIS CHILD HOOD
so as i was telling..
having lost all the money my grand father and his family, which consisted of 4kids..
my dad and 3 girls..
1 of which would soon die (due to some illness),moved to varkala in kerala, trivandrum. you may know it as a famous tourist destination, with its beaches and resorts..

LIFE a the osldest male child is never easy,but sometimes it is priviliged.
In my dad's case atleast his mom showed a lot of love to him..maybe because before him were 3 children who never made it to live( they ll died early due to soem complication or another, techniacllay my dad hence is the 4th child to his mother)..

i often wonder when my friend SNAKE* complains about the lack of love he has in his family,
why it is so different in different families. Maybe that;s why statistics are never true.
my father loved his home,his family,.

MY GRANDFATHER was an honourable man,who was very generous,even in poverty he would not refrain from helping those who needed it.be it money,shelter,food.
he earned nothing but good name.
my dad grew up in a reserved hindu society.
intelligent as he was, his talents however were mainly limited to literature..
a talent which i might dare to say i inherited.


*-name \given on request..

MY DAD...(to be continued)

unlike most blogs..i'll not jot down daily events..not yet..you must know me
you must understand my story..
kinda like an autobiography.
just like the title...

no story should start abruptly....
so to know me..you must know what i know of my father and his family..
trust me its not much .

so my father..VASUDEVAN SREEKUMAR..NAIR. though a mild looking man..was born in an affluent family.
his early childhood was in the blinking singapore.
but as many a times.fate plays some tricks..some really nasty..
his father..(my grandfather..) had a call from his nation.

patriotism is a passionate feeling..
i say after god..only the love for one's country can perform miracles..it can make the lame walk.
so when NETAJI SUBHASH CHANDRA BOSE came to singapore,my grandfather joined him.
he was an officer so there was not much combatting for him to do.


and so..finally my father ends up in kerala..
all riches lost..or shall we say...sacrificed..for one's country..

his childhood...to be continued.

i never thought i would ever blog...
i mean why should i?
whats the need?
i even thought about my friend as a fool..
"AS IF ANY ONE CARE WHAT HE THINKS"

this is what i thought...but the truth is blogging is not to show the world what you think..or to prove a point but its just a way to put something of your own self in the display of the people..i have only started..and already my mind is swimming with things that i can post..i'll post them slowly......but for now..i'll stop..like this..

who i am..my life...what i do? you'll come to know...in times to come...