Tuesday, July 8, 2008

One A Man Twice A Child.....

... So much truth in that statement. I mean the words safe, secure,  protected even intimidated were just a few that I would use to describe  how I felt  when daddy was around.  He literally towered over me and my brother, tall and dark with a voice as deep as the bad guy in an old indian movie.

Good man? or Bad Man? Who's to say, depends on who's talking I guess.

Some may say.... Ashok! he's a real bad man doh mess with he nah!
Others may say .....That's a real nice man boy, he will do anything for any body!

And of course there was our mother, never knew what she really thought of him, "fear" most of the times that I can remember but there was also some passion and love in there, some happy times too, not much of that though.  Today however I know for sure that resentment and maybe regret and much pity are what she feels most. "Why in my old age I still have to be waiting on this man hands and feet?"  she says, "I want to enjoy what's left of my life with my children and enjoy their lives with them, their successes, their children".  But here I am at 3:00 am rubbing his arms and legs trying to get him composed, and comforting him, "it'll be morning soon, the spasms will stop, just relax, try to rest, let me get some sleep so that I can look after you properly tomorrow".