Three Generation Men

3 Great Men who have played a cardinal role in my dear life... who have been a great source of inspiration in one way or the other and amazingly they belong to succeeding generations.

GVR, fondly known to me as Raasu … A patient, composed and silent man I have ever known… I still cherish those wonderful moments…and every thought of him leaves me with a tear…

The one who accompanied me (holding my tiny hands) from “#101, Bazaar road” to “#11, Papanasam sivan salai” every other morning & evening for almost a year… The one whose favorite song “Enda kavi paadinaalum, undan manam iranga villai”, became the lullaby I grew up with… The one sweet person, whom I always associate with “vellam - paal chaadam” … The one who pampered me with a candy every evening I finished up with my homework… The one who flew kites with me and played indoor cricket with me…The one who told me my bed time stories…The one who never uttered a single harsh word… The one man who reacted the same when life took its sinusoidal waves… The one who taught me to face life with a smile no matter what…

(I have always felt a tinge of pride being his best beloved pet grand-daughter… And silently enjoyed the sparks of jealousy the other cousins felt against me)

VKM, fondly known to me as Kichoo…The exact opposite of his predecessor (never seen him patient or composed) … A strong man with great values…and greater convictions…

The one on whom I peeee’d, the first time he held me… The one who’s lap & arms never got tired holding me… The one who’s tight slaps and terse scolding helped me achieve what I am today… The one man who taught me that “Money is just a means to a living and not LIFE itself”… The one who gave me all the liberty and still made me realize my responsibities…The one whom I torture with my stupid arguments… The one who still feels proud of me, no matter what I am (just b‘cos I was his first 10 month long awaited bonanza)…

(I am here because of him… definitely he is the world’s greatest dad… at least in my eyes)

KKV, fondly known to me as Fathoo…A perfect blend of his predecessors…A handsome young man who rocks with his attitude towards life… Variety is the spice of his life.

The one who stole mom’s attention away from me… The one who I saw as a tiny lil “Japan bommai “… The one who felt his lil heart pain when I was away from home for a year… The one who patiently played chess and still plays carom with me…The one who taught me ride my bi-cycle… The one who never bullied me, though he was the pampered one… The one I beat up for just a piece of poori in the Kashmir valley… The one whom I share most of my things with… The one whose shoulders are always there for me to rest on…The one I thought was a kid, till the last time I heard him speak so maturely…The one man I secretly envy…

(He is my one and only little boy friend who has been there for me ever since his birth...who has always made me find an elder brother in him, though I occupied the womb before he could)