Dewta's Birthday : November First
Every day is likely to be a birthday for someone or other. I have not read any such study which says that no one was born on this particular date for last ten years..! So, here comes November first… celebration day for many..a special day for us…my father's birthday..(Dewtar Janmadin).
The image we used to have of Dewta as that of a strong, strict, tough man … it continued for decades…and then time took its toll…slowly Dewta's reverse scenario started…he started becoming weak, old and emotional. Now he would often recall his childhood days…its joys and pains and at times he would be just like a baby…that one and half year old child…who would cry for his mother .."Ma, where did you go, why did you go...leaving me here."
Last time I wished my father on this day was three years back when we could communicate. Of-course, I could not recall, when we started this practice of wishing birthday's to parents. But one thing I remembered from my childhood memoirs that Dewta lost his mother when he was one and half years old.
Nobody knows, how many times he might have cried longing for his mother, how many times he might have wanted that warmth of his mother's lap, and how many times he covered his pain of rejection and struggle with hard-work and smile….to become my "Dewta"!
I wish if I could have asked him what does this "Happy Birthday" means to him…the pain of missing his "Ma" or the pleasure of survival in-spite of all odds…!! Love you "Dewta".
