My Father, my tireless & complicated Hero !
As I write this in the lounge of the Bangkok Airport waiting to board a flight to see my departed Father who lies at my Brother’s home, I’m engulfed with so many layers of memories and a number of whys & whatifs. What epitomized my Father was the extent of sacrifice he has done over the years, particularly during the formative years of my siblings & me. He borrowed /pledged money to buy up a plot of CITB land, (which in itself was re-allocated in the matter of an afternoon, due to political powers taking over the allotted land at Sadashivanagar and instead allocating it at Basaveswaranagar.) and built up a modest home with a single minded determination to put a roof over us and my extended family in my Grand mother & her son. We did not have electricity or piped water for the first 6-9 months and merrily gathered around a single petromax lamp that shed light for us to study, cook, eat & sleep. Years later, when I could reach an understandable age, I