Govinda! Govinda!

Today is Dad’s first death anniversary. And there will be many more to come. The void cannot be filled up and yet he talks to me through others. Last year definitely tested my resilience. And if it wasn’t for a few who held my hand as I faltered, it probably would have taken a bit longer accompanied by a few more crapulous seasons of despair.

Dad even in his absence has been instrumental in cementing our bonds as a family in more ways that one. He shines over each one of us sniffing the turmoil and whispering sapient solutions that strike out of the blue. Mum says he advises her about investment plans that has left her finances mostly unharmed when the entire world is reeling under a financial meltdown. He has brought a certain discerning gait in my brothers actions and as for me, I’m learning fast to be a fatherless child.

I miss my exasperated mood when his messages bombarded my personal space. I miss his antsy calls when I would be out late. I miss him whistling softly to get my attention as I crouched on my laptop in deep attentiveness in my room. And I’ll miss his loud unabashed voice as he sang “Happy Birthday to You…May God Bless you” in a few days from now.

He rarely visits me in my dreams and yet I feel his presence in the air around me. I’ve grown stronger!

I’m proud to belong to him and want to keep his presence alive for the rest in the family. So the Lord himself comes to my aid! Dad revered Lord Balaji (who is also known as Govinda) so much so that he uttered “Govinda! Govind! Goooovindaaaa” on any occasion whether it was an auspicious or inconsequential moment. So I’ve taken the baton and in all the auspicious occasions in our family, utter Govinda’s name on Dad’s behalf blessing the occasion and bringing Dad back amongst us.

Love you Papa and thank-you for all those moments that made me walk chin high!

Govindaaa! Govindaaa! Gooovindaaaa!

©BuntysBanter 2009