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My Dad, My Inspiration The person who inspires me most in my family is my dad, Darrel Drumright. He is a very important person in my life. Once my siblings and I turned 14, he has tried to convince us to get a job, since he had a job before he turned that age.
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December 7, 2020
I belong to a middle class family and a punjabi background but the religion is Hindu. I lost my father at the age of 10. Before loosing him we were absolutely rich but as destiny was determined… all of the property and money related matters were on the name of my chachu (paternal uncle) even if it was earned by my father..
My mother worked with LIC as an insurance advisor. Although she had her own style of working which brought ultimate laurels to her in her department but she never gave any importance to money.For her just bringing up kids to the level that they are away from everyone’s sympathy was the only major task. My paternal family was absolutely illterate so they always surrounded me and my younger two brothers (2.5 & 6 years back then) with a look of sympathy. Haaye.. tuhada peo nahi reha.. kida houga hun sab… haaye peo baare bache… ( Translation- your father is no more now.. how will you see life.. what will happen to you) . I remember just on the day my dad’s dead body was brought at home , I was in kitchen filling water and chachi came and said Hun oh raaja ni reha jide sir te tusi aish krde si… soch ke pese kharchiyo… ( Translation - the king who raised you till today is no more.. think before you spend even a penny)
For the first 6 months when my dad passed away… my mother just to enlighten us as she herself was shocked with whatever happened and she is a severe asthama patient . 10 years back doctors said her lungs only work 25% ( it was her we were worried about to loose) . She took us to a restaurant for every single day so that we just feel happy without thinking about the reality
We three siblings were so unaware of everything and suddenly life changed . Even all the relatives we used to enjoy being with are completely out of touch now. It has been more than 10 years since anybody bothered to look at how are we living.
My mother being the strongest woman I could ever see around myself, absolutely never gave up. She was from the line of marketing and had to face different sort of audience everyday. Most of the people would see her from an evil’s eye as she was just 36 when dad passed away. My maternal relatives and her brothers asked her for re marriage but she refused all the offers. Just once 2/3 years back when I asked her why didnt she re marry, this is what our conversation went like…
The conversation with translations..
Me - Mumma kuch puchu ( shall I ask you something ? )
Mumma - Hm pucho beta .. ( yes, ask dear)
Me - Apne papa ki death ke baad shaadi kyu ni karwai . Ap to itni choti age ke the aur itni life padi thi aage aur hum teeno bhi itne chote the. ( After dad’s death why didn’t you plan for re marriage ? You were so young back then and a huge time frame of life was there ahead. We were also small )
Mumma - Mujhe sabne bola tha shadi ke liye, rishtey bhi aye the. Bhaiyo ne bhi bola tha ki bache hum paal lenge. ( Everyone aroune me told me to re marry , there were proposals too. My brothers also told me that they will handle you three and take the responsibilites .)
Me - To phir apne shadi kyu nahi karwayi ? ( Then why didn’t you re marry )
Mumma - Kyuki… mere pas tum the aur mujhe kuch nahi cahiye. Papa se pyar kara tha na wo chod gaye par ab tumhe mai nahi chod ke jaaungi . Kahi or shadi ho jati toh jiske sath bhi hoti , tum log nazar andaaz ho jate aur mai kabhi nahi cahti ye sab. ( because .. I had you people and I could never ask for anything else. I loved your dad, he left but I wont leave you people alone ever. If in any case I would have got married to somebody else, you people would have been neglected and ignored and I couldn’t bear that)
Me - I love you mumma…
Mumma - Hat jhalli, idhar aa.. sharing a hug I love you too ( Oh my crazy girl, Come here , I love you too )
Me - huging her back tightly with some tears…
Too much nostalgia.. :’)
Everyday when she used to go to market , most of the people just dotted her with a single question…
“ Madam aap itna khush kese rhe lete ho ? “ ( Mam how do you always manage to stay happy and smiling )
To which my strong lady replied… “ Ro ke konsa koi kuch de deta hai , kisi ko doosro ki takleef se koi farak nahi padta aur na hi koi zyada der rondu logo ko pasand karta hai. “ ( Tears never accumulate you with anything, nobody cares about others pains and neither do peple like the person who always cries. )
There are unlimited memory chests and conversations which I can share… But this time , I think this will be enough :)