Beauty In The Ordinary!

My dada was the top storyteller that I know! Not stories from his life, astir his beingness oregon experiences, oregon from his years increasing up; no, I don't callback him talking astir his puerility astatine all, and travel to deliberation of it, I cognize thing astir it. It was ever stories from mythology, Tenali Rama stories, and such. We, arsenic kids, loved them, particularly Tenali Rama stories. We were a brood of four, 1 close aft the other. Our ancestral location had 2 kambas close successful the mediate of the location - you cognize the poles/pillars made of wood successful past homes? Well, it served the intent of a saree plaything for each the babies calved successful the family, and erstwhile not successful use, Dad would slumber betwixt them, person america beryllium connected his belly, and archer stories with each the intonations that would marque america cry, giggle, laugh, and whatnot!

As we grew older, we transitioned to TV, and increasing up successful the years of Doordarshan, we were astatine the mercy of the programs offered. Not that we are not astatine the mercy of media nowadays contempt the choices! Anyway, we had a regular acceptable astatine home. Every Sunday, Dad would instrumentality a towel, particulate each the furnishings and the showcase and the galore Gods' photos portion playing and listening to Ghantasala's Bhavadgita, shedding joyful tears and repeating "Hey Prabho" on with Ghantasala erstwhile the vishwarupa darshanam portion came portion wiping down the photograph of Sharada Devi oregon Shankaracharya! We would past settee for Ramayana watching with a towel betwixt us. Yes, a towel to stock to hitch our tears portion watching Ramayana! My Dad is the astir emotional, romantic, and the happiest idiosyncratic I cognize successful my life. Even his stroke, which did not let him to speech and with 1 broadside wholly immobile, did not faze him till the extremity of his days!

Out of the blue, a person of excavation sent a video clip that was recorded successful a people I had taken 5 oregon 6 years agone successful which I had shared a tiny poem from Kalidasa, which I learned from Dad, of course, possibly erstwhile I was hardly 5 oregon 6 also. As I said, Dad was a bully storyteller, and helium introduced poesy with Kalidasa's celebrated poem that Kalidasa had written erstwhile the king challenged the poets of his tribunal to travel up with a poem that ended with ka Kha ga gha -

का त्वं बाले ? काञ्चनमाला | कस्याः पुत्री ? कनकलतायाः ।
हस्ते किं ते ? तालीपत्रं | का वा रेखा ? क ख ग घ ॥

kA tvam BAlA? KAnchanamAlA. Kasya putri? Kanakalathayaha.
kim te haste? TAlipatram. kA vA rekhA? ka Kha ga gha

Who are you, kid - Kanchanamala
Whose kid are you - Kankala is my mother
What is successful your manus - Thaleepatram (writing leaf)
What are you penning - Ka, Kha, Ga, Gha

I person ne'er forgotten this poem; possibly it was my instauration to seeing quality successful mean things and knowing that it is imaginable to spot that if we observe good and observe enough.

I know, I cognize Father's Day is coming up. But that's not the crushed I americium reasoning of him. It is his day this month, too, and helium would person been conscionable 84. I americium not definite if that is the reason, either. I was watching the movie "Om Shanthi Om" and was reminded of the dialog "Agar sache antheral spot chhaho to...." and was reminded of "What you question is seeking you." Perhaps thoughts of him were already connected my mind, and that poem came my mode to punctual maine to question joyousness successful small things, successful lawsuit I person forgotten, arsenic a reminder. Just this morning, my uncle sent thing precise meaningful astir my dada that conscionable affirmed. Perhaps helium is telling maine that helium is watching implicit me, and if so, I privation to guarantee him that I person not forgotten and accidental however grateful I americium for him!