Now, if you know my dad even a wee bit, that isn't him at all. He is driven, loud, flashy, aggressive, no-nonsense, live-life-large type of a person. Now, he isn't. To be precise, He is exactly the opposite of the aforementioned traits. He has started counting the years till he retires, speaks philosophical stuff (oh god!), quietened down a lot, and he has started making plans to buy a house in a town and spend the rest of his life there.
I think I'm to blame for this transition. I was probably his drive. When I told him that I didn't want to run the family business, He sold it off. I don't know if he regrets that. I don't. I had made up my mind and I really think that what he is doing now i.e. consultancy, is a lot better for his health.
I wish it was the same person, who, when there was a bus and train strike in germany, got on an aeroplane in half an hour and caught a plane to france instead of lamenting the fact that we would be delayed by a day or two to reach there.
The same person who would drive his entire family and cruise down the highway at 160 km/h to Bangalore with me screaming at the back, or speed up right before a bump to make the car 'fly' while my sister and I bounced around like little balls at the back. It was a lot nicer back then.
posted by Sphinx @ 6:17 PM
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