I was wondering..what in the world is wrong with me? Circumstances normally do not have an effect on the normal way i do things, the way i think, the way i react, or even the way i speak.This time, it was different.
My dearest tata passed away on sunday morning.To descibe the scene..i think..would be crazy..and agonising. I would just leave here some of my unspoken thoughts..just to get it out, because someone reminded me to let go.
aihh ..so fast.. too fast.. The glass of wate didnt reach him. i guess..there would be more than enough of that in heaven. Water..that is farr tastier and far purer than the world can offer.
He was a fighter.. a warrior for his family.He was a moderate man..but an extravagent spender. he could have been a rich man..if not for his lack of formal education, bad smoking habit, and drinking.
And im proud to say that..haha..i was his favourite grdchild. The first and the most loved. I did achieve some good stuff that made him extremly proud when i was little.He would boast about me and my good results to the neighbours..shopkeepers..restaurent owners, his friends, and family. China-kutti was the word the always called me.. being of chinese-indian parentage. i hated it!! just hated it!! i would corrent him..and remind him.."hey..can u not forget that i am half indian too..??, i am your grdchild..therefore..its tamila-kutti. OKEY? "
Those times when he used to take me on his bicycle early saturday morning to the chinese stall to have breakfast.. His favourite was wan-tan mee and curry mee.He would have his kopi-O pour unto a sauce for it to cool.i would always get a few RM to walk over to the next door mamak stall to get a copy of Galaxie magazine.
He would have things done fast and effectively. He left no room for lazyness, sluggishness, or time wasters. Thus, they had his funeral done in exactly 12hours after his spirit went back to God..
When at indian weddings..he never put up with the looong ceremonies.. and would opt to go get some briyani rice and curry at the buffet table..haha ..sometimes he would take me to a wedding..just to have some briyani rice.He was the kind that ; everything that happened to him was never a big issue..but if it affected the ones he loved..then he would never let it go unsolved. He would pick a fight with the shopkeeper for being late.. the old-newspaper man for being too slow..the bread-lady for coming too late at night.
His work was his passion. Uncle Joginder Singh told me that he would have been in a higher position from the beginning..if he could present a formal paper qualification. His boss was his friend. and he was his own boss. okay..i think i feel better now.
Its never a lost.. why should it be? went he went to the fathe's house so much earlier than us... What a privilege!
