At the Kedarnath! Some 11,755 feet above the sea level. Clouds are afloat, all around me. Enveloping everything! Yet as visible as the divine mandir is the Bhim Sheela. Like Papa! Come any deluge, he would be there. Rushing in to protect, to preserve, to safeguard. THE fortifying bastion, and forever!
Yes, throughout the Chardham Yatra, I remembered Papa constantly. I marvelled at his tolerance, his physical endurance, his patience in undertaking such a difficult journey all alone. Of course, I felt furious, too, that he had gone there without much precise preparation.
But that was Papa! Forever self-effacing, eternally selfless, always concerned only about our welfare. And, sure, he had his profound faith, though he was in no way superstitious. I suppose, such a deep belief sustains. No wonder, when he lost his way a little near the Kedarnath temple, the Shiva principle incarnate guided him back to safety.
Honestly, it was for his sake that I went to Gangasagar. Yet again, there, too, I admired his fortitude. He was brave indeed, never allowed any difficulty to discourage him.
Basically, however, he was very kind, gentle and considerate. He never ever even once slapped any one of us, forget beating up, et al. Sure, there was discipline, with D capital. It was, however, administered in a way that was gracious, generous and warm. Not only as a father, as a family man, but also as an officer, he was integrity, straightforwardness and commitment personified.
Sure, he was never ever superficial, flippant, shallow. Yet he had a sharp sense of humour. He loved music, writing, social service, and in a disciplined way. On June 21, which is his death anniversary, and this year, the Father's Day, too, here is stating in font size seventy two, and bolded, moreover, that I am extremely proud that I am R. M.'s daughter!
Pratima@ It is one of my utmost blessed n happiest moments that my first publications, both in Marathi (Maharashtra Times) and in English (The New Indian Express), appeared in print on Papa's birthday.
Quote of the day: "When my father didn't hold my hand, he had my back," writes Linda Poindexter. I could not agree more with her.
Word of the day: Jayu, R.M's daughter, that is, I, Pratima Ramchandra Agnihotri!