A letter to Dad

My Dear Daddy,

um…. what do i call you? Dad/Daddy/Papa/Dadu/Pappu, oh!!! I am confused, how do I address you. I feel poor who don’t have enough words in dictionary to address you. 😦

Hey, Dad, my sweet Dad you know everything. You know you are best Dad in the world. You know I want to be like you. You know I love wearing your shoes and office wear. You know I love to dig my brain your thick files. You know I love when you carry me in your arms. You know I love when you make me seat on your shoulders in zoo. You know I love to mimic your style. You know I love to seat on your bike and enjoy the ride. You know I love to tease you when you shave. You know I wait for you to return home in the evening and play games. You know I wait for you to bring chocolates from me. And I love to hide cookies from Mom for you. You know I love to make plans with you to tease Mom and run away with you after breaking window glasses. You know how much I wait for the vacation where we all enjoy whole day.


A Dad is very important in a girl’s life. Father always protect his daughter. If mother would be scolding daughter he would come on daughter side and pamper her. Dad and Daughter relationship are different. Daughter always thinks about her father like mother, would like to cook new dishes for him, will keep his clothes and desk clean. Will wait for him for dinner till he return home. Will scold father like his mother if he forget to eat, take medicine or glasses. She will hide things from her mother if she is restricting her father. From morning till night she will take care of her father like a mother.

But after marriage, when she is at her home, her heart will ask her to go and check whether he has taken medicine, he eats food properly, his wardrobe is proper. She would be worried if Mom and Dad debate on any issue who will take side of Dad or who will help put that debate on end.

Her heart would ask a question, Dad, you never let me alone for a day, you were worried when i get late to home and kept yourself awake till i reach home. Today why you don’t keep yourself awake to see me? Today why don’t you call me often to check whether I had my food, whether I am fine? In these many years you were the first to wish me on my B’day when I get up from bed. Why can’t we keep that tradition going? In these many years you wished me 100 times on by B’day, why can’t we keep that tradition going? We use to go out in each fair and even for dinner in restaurant, just we both, why can’t we go now? Why can’t we have tea together on Sunday evening? How can this ritual around fire break our flesh and blood relationship?



Papa/ Daddy/Pa…. a small word for one who protects you and nourish your life. A small word for a man like coconut.

Some days back a friend of mine told, “baap e baap , bija badha jungle na saap!“, meaning “father is father, all others are snakes of jungle (they cant be found easily)” or shall I say,  a father is a father on one can be compared with him, no one can take place of his.

Today I was sitting idle watching a nest. Mother had lay there eggs. Both male bird and female bird watching nest and eggs in it. Suddenly there came another bird and male bird started fighting with that newly arrived. Female bird shouting to call other for help and protecting eggs. I saw male bird was alone may be he had fear of death but still he was fighting to protect his family. I help him by showing my presence to that new arrived. That newly arrived went far away and again that couple was sitting watching nest and eggs.

With this a thought came to my mind. Isn’t our Dad do the same? They work hard in their job to meet our demands, to bring food for us, to give us good education and good life. They burn their blood out in their job or business for family and kids. And if on someone will come scolding us he will stand besides us to fight with them, though he know, we are at fault but he will protect us. If we can’t tell something to our Mother we can for sure go and tell that to out Dad.

I try to imagine the face of a new father. A boy till some time back would be enjoying night outs with friends in movies, bar/disco, snacks at road side stalls and watching the girls passing though the lane near “Pan House”, becomes mature when married. He thinks it is his responsibility to keep his wife happy, safe and will always be ready to protect her. And when such person becomes Dad, he might be into a different world. The feeling of joy and responsibility would stroll over him. I believe like woman, he would be feeling that he has become man now.

When for the first time he would take his child in his arms, I am sure he would feel proud to be complete man. Men don’t express themselves much. But I am sure when they would be watching their child grow, they would be dreaming their child to become famous like them or will dream of the day when they will step-into their shoes.

He will play cricket with you, carry you on his shoulder to park, bring chocolates for you and play games with you. He may not be feeling you growing inside his body but he would be feeling you growing in his mind. His mind would calculate all what you will need in future and present along with ways to fulfill your demands/wish/dream.

Mother would be worried if you don’t eat properly, father too would be worried but he would also be worried if you don’t do good in exams. It is not that mother will not be worried but there are certain feminine feeling and masculine feeling which will always be found in parents in various ratios. Generally we say, daughter love their father and son love their mother but i believe child’s childhood and life is incomplete without parents.

Dad will teach you technical know-hows of the world, if you will ask him question about cricket, car, politics, economics, he will explain you in all details, but if you ask him about kitchen, he would say, “go and ask your Mom”. Mothers would tell you about religion, philosophy of life, keep room clean and teach you manners. Dad will teach you how to be strong.

There is no words to express Dad. After all what I wrote, I feel still I don’t have proper words to express Dad, position of Dad in life. I feel all what he spent on my degrees and education is waste, which have not taught me words to express Dad, write about his position. It is Dad who had always shadowed us, protected against evils of society. A proud Dad can show how he was standing as pillar behind his daughter, Sunitha Williams, Kalpna Chawla.

पा तुझे सलाम!

Thousands of Salute to Pa!