Happy Birthday Papa
Happy Birthday Papa
The year was 1991. I was about 5 years old then. Papa always motivated us to be courageous, brave and work on our fitness and had this habit of saying that his body was made up iron and how I should also exercise and eat right to get that perfect balance for the body.
It was a hot summer morning and my summer vacations were going on. Papa was following his daily routine of exercise. I was in a fun mood that day and somehow got hold of a huge stick. He was sweating profusely and was exercising bare-chested. I was always a naughty child and was always ready with one or two tricks everyday.
That day I dared him, “Papa you always say that you are made of iron. Right. I want to test it today.”
He casually replied, “Yes I am and so are you. So how do you plan to take the test?”
Exuding my childhood innocence I stupidly suggested, “I will hit you with this stick on your back and lets see whether you feel any pain or not.”
One thing I would like to highlight about him; he was exceptional with kids especially when it involved their curiosity. He would never shy away from answering lamest of queries and encouraging them to try out new things. He always taught you would never learn until you fail.
He persuaded me to go ahead.
I kept on asking him again and again whether he was sure. Each and every time he confidently replied, “Yes! My son. Bring it on.”
I thought that I had thought this through but I was too naïve.
With all my might I swung the stick hard and bangggg!!!

Papa and Me
A crimson cylindrical line appeared where the stick hugged the skin.
Moments later similar crimson lines appeared on my cheeks with the love that was showered by my mom after the Iron Man test was completed.
Everybody in the family including my mom was shocked that I actually did it. They all thought I was just playfully bluffing. For a moment I was appalled too that I actually did it but it was all too late by then.
This was the kind of bond Papa and me shared for the major part of our lives. I remember he being either my partner at the running end on a cricket pitch or would be bowling to me being as part of the opposition. He always said that we are friends first and father-son later.
I clearly remember the nights scarred with power cuts and me spending most of them on his shoulders bombarding him with innumerous ‘whys’ and then would doze off on his chest. I would suck the juice out of oranges and then would give him the pulp to finish. How he would take me to buy cream rolls every evening. How he would take me on a bicycle round and round every time it rained. The memories are uncountable and the vacuum is forever.
For the last 3-4 years he would constantly say to me that I want an hour from you and want to discuss something but destiny always deceived us. In fact there was a trip, which we both undertook and the only time that we were separate was the time when we would use loo. I guess this sums up what a father-son relation actually becomes when they grow old. Both of them have so much bottled up to say but none of them has the courage to look weak.
Everybody loses someone in his or her life and my case isn’t special. It’s just that sometimes when the people are alive you don’t have the words and expressions to convey your feelings and this is my way of communicating to him. I am sure wherever he will be he will be in peace and would definitely be smiling over me; reading what all I write. It’s been 530 days since he left us and he would have been 65 years old today. There hasn’t been a single day where I haven’t craved to speak to him and hug him. Some would say he left too early…All I would say is that he lived like a king and he left royally too where he didn’t give anyone a chance to serve him in any manner and take care of him.
Manas ‘Sameer’ Mukul
A poem by my sister Shraddha Mukul
Life has moved on, and yet you still remain,
Your absence your memories is unbearable pain.
Every day I wait to sleep wait to be with you in my dreams,
I hug you, I hold you so close … your presence makes me smile,
And then I wake up and see you gone,
And that you were never there …you are gone for a while.
I waited on my bday … coz you promised you will always be there,
No matter which part of the world I am, you will come to me to celebrate,
You didn’t come … I am still waiting…
And now I wonder I might go crazy at this rate.
When I was little I always thought … nothing will ever happen to you,
And that you are “my daddy strong”
Look where I am standing Papa,
I feel so so very wrong.
I am angry at you and I feel cheated,
You promised you will never let go of me,
I am falling in the dark Papa,
Don’t you care anymore, can’t you see?
People say I am silly,
that one who goes never comes back,
They don’t know our connection, Papa
I know you will find me even in a world pitch black.
– Shraddha Mukul
I feel the pain Manas. I have lost Ma 7 yrs back, she was just 56yrs old then. Stay strong, my friend. He’s watching you both as a guardian angel.
Thanks for understanding… It’s just I was and am bad at expressing 😔
Tugged my heart Manas. But I could sense your bravery as you were able to pen this down. I still can’t do it.
Thank you so much Suhasini. This one is really close to my heart.
One can easily feel the penned emotions soaked in love and pain Manas. I can understand it’s so difficult to accept the reality of life but yet life moves on.
Be strong and always keep the lovely memories of your Papa alive in your heart. He must be proud of you both.
Thank you so much Rashmi.
A father’s protection,strength and advice are invaluable and irreplaceable!!
The poem has been penned down so beautifully..must say that fathers are always so special..my father is also in heaven but his memories are in my heart..
Thank you so much… Hopefully next time you will like the write up too.
Beautiful write up, cant believe you really hit him and a lovely poem, I can feel the pain Manas, Be strong and keep doing good
Thank you Gunjan. Please keep visiting and motivating. Really appreciate 😊👍
Very emotional and touching write up manas. I can understand what it’s like to lose a loved one and may you get all the strength.
Thank you so much Prerna ji. Thanks again for your wishes.
You have beautifully expressed everything heart touching poem.
There is a time in everyone’s life when he started feeling low and alone.
Thank you so much for liking.
I really loved this poem.
I’m so afraid to lose my parents.
But for now the time we have left with we will enjoy happily. More powers to you
Thank you so much for the appreciation.
Had a teary read Manas. You have expressed the love towards your father in very heartfelt post, and must mention the touching lines in poetry moved me.
MeenalSonal from AuraOfThoughts
Sorry to hear that… It wasn’t my intention to make anyone sad… But thanks for appreciating 🙏