Ek din Bik Jayega

11th October — Its been 6 years since I have lost myself… my dad. my friend. my institution.

Life has been good to me. I moved to London in 2010 – completing one of his biggest dreams of travelling to London some day, which he never did. But every single day, every single moment I still feel somewhere he is looking up to me and watch me living his dream. Every single step I take, every decision I make – Its with him in my mind, whether he would think the same? whether he would take that path? whether he would be proud of me?

I’ve never said enough, how much i adored him. Even when he was here. Which is one of the regrets and pains I may have to carry on. He has always been there for me, even when I was not. He has always believed in me, when I did not. I remember my school trip back from Nepal returning back to CST Station and calling from a local phone, crying and scared — how I lost my luggage back in Nepal and how it had all the gifts and many valuables. How he calmed me down and took me in my arms and said its OK. I know it was never OK for him, as he had to earn more to buy again. There are numerous such occasions where I have make mistakes and he has always forgiven me, with a smile.

I remember he loved to sing and listen to Mukesh, one of his favourite singers. And Raj Kapoor one of his favourite actors. He loved several of his songs. One of which we had always played several times on a recorded video tape and is so apt for emotions which are pouring out today.

Ek din bik jayega mati ke mol, Jag me rah jayege pyare tere bol
Duje ke hotho ko dekar apne geet, Koi nishani chhod phir duniya se dol
Ek din bik jayega mati ke molm Jag me rah jayege pyare tere bol

Anhoni path me kante lakh bichhaye, Honi to phir bhi bichhada yaar milaye
Ye biraha ye duri do pal ki majburi,  Phir koi dilwala kahe ko ghabaraye
Dhara jo bahati hai, Milke rehti hai, Behti dhara ban ja phir duniya se dol
Ek din bik jayega mati ke mol, Jag me rah jayege pyare tere bol

Love to Dad. Miss You. Always.

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