Of my dad and me!

Since I was a kid, comparisons have been drawn between me and my mother, and how we look alike, how I have all of my features. But when it came to habits, i was usually related to my dad’s family! But listening to my dad yesterday, I realized I am more like him!

He was revisiting old memories of his days with his only boss that he had in his life Khan Sahab, a character in my imagination that is tall, white, bald wearing a sherwani! But I think its time to readdress that memory with some reality! We have some pictures of him! I need to go and check them!

So he was telling me this story, and the end of it was something like how his boss said that if Nisar (my dad) was wrong he would ask for his resignation, which he was sure enough that he would hand out in a moment to me without any hesitation! He didn’t need to ask my dad for such a thing! My father was right.. the other guy was fired right there and then! Continue reading

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De javu from 15 years ago – Part I

I guess no body can ever be prepared for their own parents getting sick and this is why a hospital experience always gets tiring. My father got a massive heart attack on the friday morning. And since then i have spent majority part of my day at the hospital. His artery was completly blocked. The doctor has defined this operation as a miracle. He had angioplasty and the doc are saying that he might need operation in all his other arteries too. The hospitals are a weird place. And i have come to realized that one has to be worried about so Much more than just the patient. Actually even the patient, my dad, was completly taken care of by the hospital staff. That left us to worry about the hospital bill. I have no idea how we are going to cross this bridge. Coming up with this big an amount at once is not easy. But still we are hopeful. My dad will be coming home tomorrow.