Pitaji
He was not an ordinary
man though he took a lot of pride in being a 'common man'. Yes, everything
about him was extra ordinary-his patriotism, his penchant for cleanliness, his
regularity for long walks and tennis, his passion for gardening and roses, his
open hearted hospitality, his expression of love for his own daughters and for
his nephews and nieces and their daughters and sons, his uncompromising love
for English language and literature, his boldness to speak and write nothing
but the truth without caring for the price it could and did cost, his ability
to appreciate and motivate, his positive attitude despite all ordeals that life
had laid for him, his firm faith in basic human goodness, his
irritability at sullen faces or sulky demeanour, his inability to accept per se
any casual or frivolous remark.
His
life, thoughts, working, ideas revolved around his country. His commitment to
freedom struggle delayed his marriage. He was 32 years old when he did relent
for marriage in 1946. He found an equally patriotic and strong willed partner
in my mother Shanta Kataria and both of them decided that they would have an
issue only after the freedom of the country became a reality. He could never
gulp down a n y t h i n g said against the country and he was fierce and fiery
in his words spoken and written against the leaders who seemed to let down the
system in words or deeds! His heart bled and he cried after reading about the
heinous crime of Billa and Ranga in early 1970s. Any grief or hurt would put
him off and we could feel him mutter or murmur and invariably, the catharsis
would take place only when he had poured his feelings in a letter to either one
of his daughters or to the person who caused such fallout.
26th
January and 15th August were celebrated with great fervour and enthusiasm in
our home. The flag was hoisted on the top most roof (shikhar) followed by singing of the national anthem. Thereafter,
the servings of home cooked Halwa Kheer or Krishan halwaee's Laddoos were
savoured.
He
called himself an atheist but his faith in Bholenath as ameliorator of all
deprivation and suffering remained unshaken. He performed no rituals but loved
to perform Hawan. His favourite mantra was the Gaytari mantra and Jeevem Sharda Shatam. He did not ever
object to my Mother's religious bent and inclination. I feel he was true
follower of Dharma and all its ten tenets: Dhirti(patience), Kshama
(forgiveness), Dhi(benevolent intelllect) , Dhairya, Dham(sef control),
Indriynigrah, Shoucha (cleanliness), Astey(non stealing) , Vidya (knowledge),
satyaam (truthfulness), Akrodha(non-anger). His anger was sentient anger
against anything he found unjust, unholy, and unpatriotic.
Throughout his life he
wore only the white Khadi. Unmatched was his taste for neat, white, well ironed
white Khadi shirt and payjama dress and white cotton bedsheets. Synthetic
dresses were neither common in those days nor actually acceptable for any of
the members in our family.
He
embodied an exemplary combination of humility and boldness. As a doting father
he took a lot of pains to groom all his daughters as leaders and all rounders.
He was a perfectionist when it came to pronunciation and accent in delivery of
speech. I can never ever forget how he would make us get up at 4 in the morning
and over cups of tea make us rehearse speeches that he dictated after a lot of
contemplation. He took a lot of pride when we would deliver well regardless of
the prizes won. I vividly remember how I had won a Table Tennis match after a
long struggle but it was my opponent who was appreciated by him, as she had
indeed played better than me.
He
was born with flair for writing. His letters written in beautiful handwriting
in Hindi or English or neatly manually typed are cherishable treasures for us.
His keen and avid reading made his missives so poetic and literary. Sharing
through letters was so personal, intense and open. Indeed, it was a strong
bond. And he would not relish any laxity in acknowledgment or a reply and in
any such an eventuality, a telegram would follow: WIRE WELFARE. No wonder all
of us while studying in Panjab University and residing in Hostels were envied
for the letters we received. During my two years’ stay in UK, I missed and
missed and missed this sacred medium of sharing with him.
He
died the way he wished- silently, in healthy state of body. Even an MI a few
years before that had not dampened his spirits nor deterred him from following
the regular regime of long walks. It has been thirty-five years that he
left us but the legacy of memories is enriching indeed as they exude
positivity, enthusiasm for life with inimitable art of living.
Wish you Happy Republic Day, Pitaji.
Jai Hind
Wow... It's so so amazing. You have described nanu so beautifully that I do wish I had a chance to meet him and learn from him. His talent of words had indeed been inculcated in you in the best possible way. This write up has made me feel as if I know my nanu even though I've never seen him. So beautifully have you described him that my eyes are filled with tears of happiness, pride and love and makes me so proud to be the grand daughter of such an amazing person
ReplyDeleteCanvas painted by Magical words and revealed a clandestine delirium... As always....
ReplyDeleteHappy Republic Day.... Jai Hind.
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ReplyDeleteI am glad to read it as I can connect it with every daughter who resides in the father's heart and never feels departed. :)
ReplyDeleteAwesome. Tribute to best father by best daughter. Jai Hind.
ReplyDeleteRespected Mam, you have awesome personality and great writing skills.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the wonderful portrayal! We need to know about such personalities, so that we may emulate them. Highly inspiring!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mr Dadhichi, Varun,Pankaj, Manoj,Sourav and Megha
ReplyDeleteThanks Mr Dadhichi, Varun,Pankaj, Manoj,Sourav and Megha
ReplyDeleteThanks mam. This is very good written and shows how much connected you are with father.
ReplyDeleteThanks mam. This is very good written and shows how much connected you are with father.
ReplyDeleteMam I must say that you are specially blessed as you got such a multi talented personality as your father who was a good writer, good Poet,good player of Table tennis at that of fifties, a motivator,visionary and all above a patriot. I thik biggest achievement of his life was to be succeed to inculcate his qualities into his daughters.Pita ji will never die any body can see him in you.
ReplyDelete"Resemblance of faces is not so important but resemblance of qualities is most important" your quality resembles to your pita ji.He is still alive in you. Naman Sat Sat Naman.
Dhyanu
Maa kee pyari god mein aur bapu kee bargad see chaav mein
ReplyDeleteBachpan ke din beeta karte the mamta naam ke gaon mein.
Thanks Dheeraj, Manisha, Mr Cool
ReplyDeleteGreat Man, Great Memories............
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