I think I have become the "frog in the well", listening to the same playlist. You can also suggest singers, composers, lyricists, albums etc.
nerdfighter,
nerdfighter,
Happy father's day Daddy. Wish I could just hug you. Aap bagal waley room mei baithe ho. Zarur kisi ka status post dekha hoga. Soch bhi rahey hogey "mere khud ke sons mujhe shayad will never wish me". But it's not like that. It's just ki I can't muster courage. I know we both share a bond which can't be defined by a single day, but sometimes I think how damn lucky are daughters vis a vis sons in these particular cases. They are usually expressive and find it extremely easy with daddys. My dad is gentleman in the purest sense. He made suee that our education never faced any hiccups, whatever may be the situation. He introduced me to wonderful world of reading "jab se maine hosh sambhala hai". I remember how painstakingly he made me to cultivate the habbit of reading newspaper way back in class 4-5. He wholeheartedly supports my decisions of writing this exam. Never imposes any kind of restrictions what so ever. Argues politely whenever there is ideological differences between us (he says matbhed manbhed mei nahi badalney chahiye). Helps my mom when as a equal partner, and really treats her like a queen. Maybe it's his demeanor which installed the basics of feminism in my mind without uttering the word 'feminism', and much before I encountered this term formally in my higher education. I aspire to be like him- like a good husband, like a good citizen who wholeheartedly devoted his life to his nation (like literally and metaphorically), like a good dad.
Thank you all for providing me a safe space so that I can pour my emotions unscripted.
Happy father's day Daddy. Wish I could just hug you. Aap bagal waley room mei baithe ho. Zarur kisi ka status post dekha hoga. Soch bhi rahey hogey "mere khud ke sons mujhe shayad will never wish me". But it's not like that. It's just ki I can't muster courage. I know we both share a bond which can't be defined by a single day, but sometimes I think how damn lucky are daughters vis a vis sons in these particular cases. They are usually expressive and find it extremely easy with daddys. My dad is gentleman in the purest sense. He made suee that our education never faced any hiccups, whatever may be the situation. He introduced me to wonderful world of reading "jab se maine hosh sambhala hai". I remember how painstakingly he made me to cultivate the habbit of reading newspaper way back in class 4-5. He wholeheartedly supports my decisions of writing this exam. Never imposes any kind of restrictions what so ever. Argues politely whenever there is ideological differences between us (he says matbhed manbhed mei nahi badalney chahiye). Helps my mom when as a equal partner, and really treats her like a queen. Maybe it's his demeanor which installed the basics of feminism in my mind without uttering the word 'feminism', and much before I encountered this term formally in my higher education. I aspire to be like him- like a good husband, like a good citizen who wholeheartedly devoted his life to his nation (like literally and metaphorically), like a good dad.
Thank you all for providing me a safe space so that I can pour my emotions unscripted.
This is like seeing my dad and my sister on screen. Is this same with all father-daughter duo? Maybe. It feels lovely seeing their bonding, also at times like a volcano about to erupt.
He's that one person who understands the pain and sees the vision in my journey, other than myself. Thank you dad, thanks to all father's standing by their children!
A Nazm by Nida Fazili ji on his father-
तुम्हारीक़ब्रपर
मैंफ़ातिहापढ़नेनहींआया
मुझेमालूमथा
तुममरनहींसकते
तुम्हारीमौतकीसच्चीख़बरजिसनेउड़ाईथी
वोझूटाथा
वोतुमकबथे
कोईसूखाहुआपत्ताहवासेमिलकेटूटाथा
मिरीआँखें
तुम्हारेमंज़रोंमेंक़ैदहैंअबतक
मैंजोभीदेखताहूँ
सोचताहूँ
वोवहीहै
जोतुम्हारीनेक-नामीऔरबद-नामीकीदुनियाथी
कहींकुछभीनहींबदला
तुम्हारेहाथमेरीउँगलियोंमेंसाँसलेतेहैं
मैंलिखनेकेलिए
जबभीक़लमकाग़ज़उठाताहूँ
तुम्हेंबैठाहुआमैंअपनीहीकुर्सीमेंपाताहूँ
बदनमेंमेरेजितनाभीलहूहै
वोतुम्हारी
लग़्ज़िशोंनाकामियोंकेसाथबहताहै
मिरीआवाज़मेंछुपकर
तुम्हाराज़ेहनरहताहै
मिरीबीमारियोंमेंतुम
मिरीलाचारियोंमेंतुम
तुम्हारीक़ब्रपरजिसनेतुम्हारानामलिखाहै
वोझूटाहै
तुम्हारीक़ब्रमेंमैंदफ़्नहूँ
तुममुझमेंज़िंदाहो
कभीफ़ुर्सतमिलेतोफ़ातिहापढ़नेचलेआना
@Rashmirathi लग़्ज़िशों mane to ?
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