There was a father: the shouts of the fort went away, they were screaming ...!

- Spectrometer-Jay Vasavada

- The 'service' of parents who raise their children freely without keeping them in bondage is no debt, no duty, no need ... it is only love!

'So, brother, you have done a lot of service to your father like Shravan ...'

On the night of Sharad Poonam, around 11.5, the last taste was a little bit of licking, the sweetness of the sweetness of the milkmaid was kept on the tongue. That's when the body left ... then this sentence is spoken in the most consolation.

The 'care' of the parents becomes 'rare'. Either the children 'buy' Nasag medical treatment by spending money but do not 'pay' their time, or leave Nodhara in a daze, counting an old junk furniture lying in the corner of the house - then naturally many will be surprised to see such son-love bursts. The word 'service' is used instinctively. Otherwise, such treatment is done only because of love.

If the child is busy or well known, such egoism may increase a little. It is a phenomenon that many people may not be able to do on their own or they may be amazed to see the tumultuous Kali Yuga of selfishness and insensitivity around them. He did everything he could to make this public self-declaration or appreciation. Of course, there was support somewhere. In the last few years, I have found an aunt who has the spirit of Annapurna like Maa, who calls her 'Bapu', calling her 'Maa'! Dr. like Olia Firasta. A lamp was found which illuminated the patient along with the treatment. Thanks to Corona for breaking his heart, but also for hating him, he was able to spend the last years at home full time.

But is it true that we served as sons? G. No. Because it is these parents (both mom and dad) who have given such a rare gift to one of the children of this one, that what we have done against what he has done seems to be less. What is the principal of the loan - where the interest of compound interest cannot be paid, where is the pride of listening service!

If it was not for the retired professor Lalit Vasavada who passed away in these 3 years, then not only the person who was born, but also Jay Vasavada who has been writing and speaking here continuously for 3 years would not have been there! In the midst of the crisis, the father has a mission with the vision of educating his son at home from a one-room kitchen (toilet bathroom is also shared between four tenants) - to give a daily book or magazine to baby Jay, and to keep it free without any prejudice of tradition!

Once, on a Thursday night, the father, who had gone to the market of Tantiatodkari Gondal to finish his 'Zagmag', met the doctor and asked him to leave the house on a scooter. But Dad refused. Even if you have to walk, 'Jay has to read Zagmag now, he will get it now. Not tomorrow! ' In the same way, if any friends who arrived in college came, they would go for a walk and pick up vegetables and take off for hot puffs. At one stage, if a friend came to spend the night in the 'bedroom' of barely two iron beds, he would leave the bed and go to bed under the kitchen! As soon as the skin became slippery, he breathed the same breath.

No addiction except reading to Dad. The bicycle doesn't even come. Not all sports are inherited. If the father was free from addiction, then the son became free from addiction. If the father was a verbalist, then the son. At one point, the famous pulmonologist Dr. Pathav Mehta said 'Yogi's breath' even though he was suffering from lung fibrosis. Quiet, calm, serious, literary lover, Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan and then Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru at the hands of Hindi medal winning Gujarati in Gujarati literature. The medal was sold in Athak Bhins! From Advocate Nirupam Nanavati to Doctor Urvish Vasavada, many famous names taught him oratory and reading when he was young!

Walking on the sidewalk, he considered it a clever thing to write five different scripts in favor of the same subject. Something from Rajendra Shukla became the 'haunt' of Pangrata poets like Manoj Khanderia. Participated in events like Osho's lectures from literary conferences. Ratubhai Adani, c. R. Raja, Divyakantbhai remained a supporter of public life leaders like Nanavati. Give a hand to help the little ones and give books as a librarian.

It was his time. Fakir fun and strong magic-controlled control over thoughts and words. Raisi to help someone despite being poor. Grandmother fell ill and spent years of her youth in the service of her paralysis. Apart from sending Foi, who lives in the city of Rotli, he learned the delicious cooking of lentils, rice and vegetables, including Dhokla, before he became a father.

Grandmother would have given a full blessing. After five years of service, that is, at the age of thirty-five, which was considered the harvest at that time, love fell. Nagar- Patidar got married. The mother-in-law, who met her mother-in-law, left the village with her newly-married mother-in-law when she got married and saved years of living expenses. And the late Nandana's mother-in-law also stayed in the service of 'Saheb' till the end - this whole cycle will probably be the immortal fruit of Grandma's service! The one who carries the world of his son, the price rising in the mind of his son (grandson), the welfare of his uncle and serves him till the last hour like the daughter of an aunt and father!

The bottom line is that if you want to be a good father, you have to be a good son first!

But this father's life was not in the heart beating behind those rib cages, it was in Jay. Raise it differently. Amal did mom, dad saw the dream. Seeing Sajode cleaning the dishes and cooking, the son realized the respect for women without the gaps of feminism in his throat. One win has two wins. Gentle and bright. Because one is daddy, one is mommy. The adventure of kicking the comfort zone of a job or a girl's safety came from mom. The power to become an educator, to read, to see, to hear, from Saraswati. Abhay was given morality by his mother, wisdom and humanity by his father.

At that time, the father gave his son Walt Disney comics in Gujarati. Julie read Verne's science fiction, borrowing money to buy glamorous film magazines. Dad never scolded or beat me, never shouted. I fight, scream, but realizing that my anger is momentary, it is as calm as the iceberg of Kailash! The biggest thing is that he did not impose any of his thoughts or unfulfilled dreams on his son. No Zazi teachings, no code of conduct. Complete freedom of youth. From the time you return home, you don't need permission to watch a movie or listen to a song or put up a poster of a beauty you like. A father who can write-speak-live boldly. When the stalk is twisted in the twelfth, I vent my anger on myself, sometimes in frustration - but instinctive acceptance in Emma is not anger. Not even the question of what to do now.

The poor condition of the house is dire. That's why I lie, get caught up in the cycle of false borrowing - but there is no shortage in my upbringing. I voluntarily avoided some of the things that made sense, but I didn't care if they ever gave me the same toys they gave me in foreign countries. If you quit your job and don't get married, you will become a support system without saying 'Infect'. No rebuttals, advice or rockets. On the contrary, stand as a shield against the Panchayats of the society! The biggest gift that he gave me was a modern look at the world without distinction!

Eating, reading, health concerns or. The material for writing or reading an article immediately fell like a 'shadow'. Dad buried his life in the past for my future. His compositions were deleted from the files, but I managed to organize and list my writings as long as I could! Writes an essay-oratory script in twisted letters, but not the same insistence on fame. Initially holding the finger together. But then independent flight taught me to write and speak without Dad's support - which still seems to work! He erased his friends. His hobbies, choices, colors, clothes all melted in the son!

I did not do anything like that. That believer is not a real threat. Not daily worship but Shivamahimnastotra can be memorized in the voice of the band. The actors I like make room for the actors I like. Both sweets and literature are a hobby of jeans flowing in jeans. Other than that, he has no individual choice. But he feeds his son, who has traveled home without a mother, at midnight with more vegetables! Preparing to show that he likes London, including passport and visa, he was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease. At first it seemed simple, but the disease began to strike weekly. First the balance goes at any time, then the control of diarrhea and urination goes, then the natural contraction of the digestive muscles is disrupted.

The disease that made billionaire celebrity actor Robin Williams commit suicide by forgetting all comedy, we had to keep him alive. From this wave, life sap survives!

Dad broke the bullet while balancing in a stroke after Paksons, then had to leave overnight and come to Rajkot. At that time, he left public definition as the only source of income except for articles written at home. Just got going.

He was raised even after difficult surgery. In the morning he himself brings the newspaper from the door to read. He likes to read newspapers, so morning and evening are seven or eight for him. Then I slept on the fowler bed of the borrowed patients and I laid the mat down. Gradually, after Mama Mama came, the fun of the empty flat started in front of Dad's eyes. But like a car, after waiting for years to get a flat, after a fight for justice, the pension he got together, the money he gave!

There is no reckoning between father and son. It is a habit to put money or cash in their hands till the last day. He gives it back without any fascination. He gave everything to his son without 'maru-taru' in the property, and with the same right, with the same confidence, to keep his care in the first priority even if everything was sold to him by Fanafatiya - that determination.

Raised with such pampering that the calculation never comes between love. Mommy-Daddy-Son remained 'Teen Jism Ek Jaan'.

Lonelous fibrosis, a decrease in heart pumping rate, and diseases such as Parkinson's were probably found in the loneliness after mom. There was no insurance and the insurance of the parents was only for the children, not for any company papers. In a worried voice, he would ask any corner of the world to know when he would come to the home calling. When he was well-informed, he wrote a book to say 'I love you' in public. His lazy nature, the habit of telling lies for no reason without reason, was a source of frustration for his mother at home. Laid.

Then there was the 7-year-old party, in which he spoke. The world listens to the son, but he had a father in speaking! But it was only when the Pakansons tried to dismantle the fort's Kangra weekly that they decided to end the patriarchy with Tanmandhan. First priority only Dad. Everything Else Can Wait. America had the opportunity to go on a few years fellowship. But a straightforward cross on any option to leave Dad alone! In the last decade, even if it costs more and you have to give up free hospitality somewhere, the travel abroad should not be extended from nine to ten days. Wherever you are in Gujarat, you have to travel night and reach home. Staying at home during every festival.

After eating a European fruit in Paris, Dad remembered that he would love it. With the help of my friend Moin, I took it and ran straight to the airport and kept it in my hand gauge and delivered it to my father at home! It fills the bite and we get immortality. His life mantra is 'I swallowed and everything else burned'. So presented everything from Calcutta's Sondesh to Switzerland's chocolates.

The Paconsons stopped him from going out. So the world tried to stand up to him. Colorful decorations that do not get bored. Of the sofa throne m. Soft toys from all over the country, TV with OTT on all channels, books appearing only if you turn the pages ... Forever a habit, coming from outside the country and abroad to open bags or other gifts only in their presence. To show him everything with the enthusiasm of forgetfulness, to hand him over. The packing opens the same even at twelve o'clock. If there is any award. Wear a necklace, scarf, turban or hat. Playing like a spirometer in a mouth organ exercise. Physiotherapy continues between fractures. Mami puts grapes in her hat and eats them lightly one by one. Let him do the reggae of pleasing mango and clean it after feeding Dharavadharav! If he has a biscuit in his hand, he will hold it with love. Whether it's a magic foam pillow or a fitness watch - everything is there for Dad.

At a certain age, he becomes an old child. It is a pleasure to play with those who have played us. Mami wakes him up with a pampering tone, 'Hello Bapu, it's morning ... who wants to drink milk ... who wants to eat?' The old dad blinks his eyes and says 'I ...' When the door opens at midnight, he shouts 'Who came?' Say 'I' and then Saad will be recognized. If there is a care taker, he has often been in the habit of worrying about seeing her breathing at midnight for years. Sometimes he wakes up and says 'go to sleep', turns his hand on his forehead and says 'I am going to sleep!' Let's turn the chair into a house. Let's show the rain from the balcony and let the sun shine through the window, in which the pigeons count! If he stopped taking food by hand, he used to fill his mouth with a spoon to feed and drink every day.

As the growing number of people lost the ability to read a book for a long time, Jidangi became interested in films, songs and cartoons. Watching a lot of movies. Until the last days. Not just the old classics that the elders like. New, foreign language and English, animation, science fiction - once giving books to comics, now it's our turn to show Disney movies to Dad who brings Disney pictures! Dharai Dharai watched movies in the Kovid period for two articles a day. Due to Corona, the programs stopped, he stayed at home, holding his legs and exercising, getting up every day to say 'Jayshree Krishna' to him and pulling his ears, tapping his nose, blowing balloons, sticking out his tongue. Kaligheli talk, feeding it for fun, wearing new colorful clothes. Home is like a revolving planetary system, its axis / center is the light of the sun, Dad!

Last Diwali, Dad was hit by a heavy viral load. Chirag started treatment at home and stayed with her for three weeks. Freshened up by feeding from weakness, repelled the virus. Following the instructions, they met him, lifted him up, put him to bed, turned his hand and froze him. Then 'salt salt' mango-penda-shikhand-puran-ladu-rasmalai-fatslad-jalebi-rasgulla everything is fried-ganthiya-thepla. Milk is also the bestbest with dates and saffron! Corona gasped, but the ravenous lung-heart weakened a little.

Frequent Parkinson's increased the risk of food and water entering the trachea instead of the esophagus (aspiratory pneumonia), but eventually became critical and went to the ICU. In spite of many ups and downs, the immunity was eroded. Three weeks later Chirag and the other medical team returned home with hard work. There he grabbed books, sang songs, talked and immediately presented his smartphone, then he learned the magic of touchscreen with his finger! He also listens to Gayatri mantra and Ghalib's ghazal.

Firestick to a new smart TV at home immediately. Bedding, catheter, bipap, oxygen concentrator, air purifier, pulse oximeter everything. Twenty-four hours a day. He watches movies, catches print, listens to songs. But the feeding tube in the stomach cut the taste buds from the tongue. So ya mami chatadi then gives, we press the feet, press the hands. To sponge ourselves every day, to clean the scrub urine, to realize that God has given us the opportunity to keep our excrement cleaner in such a nice way!

With so much care, the bedsor (thick) pink skin that had fallen despite the airbed was healed with such chewing, but the bacteria that had fallen inside turned out to be stubborn. In the weakness of the secondary infection, a sudden six-hour arbitrary power outage caused the barely balanced balance to be restored and he breathed a sigh of relief which took his breath away in the next two days. Now collect as many diamonds and gold as you like in the treasury, but when you see Jay's 'Jai', where do you find a father with a big shine with diamonds in his eyes?

The surgeon was trying to keep the connection of the taste with the juice of life till the last breath. If it goes away, I will be able to overcome the shock of lack in installments, installments .. slowly!

However, Bharatbhai Pandya wrote accurately for his father, who hid his unspeakable pain by saying, "There is nothing, I am resting" so that we do not have to worry when asked: "He was released from the body to retire you!" Dear Moraribapu, by hoarding his name, gave ritual monasticism to a lover who lived just like this Algari fakir! He came home and said, 'Truth is nature, but service is hard.' Swami Madhav Priyadasji held a spontaneous meeting and the Chief Minister and Prime Minister of the country Modisaheb paid homage like millions of readers.

This article is just a quick highlight of the seasons of the life series we lived. We don't want to consume Moksha Bhavabhav only this mom and this same dad. Baki dunia agar mill bhi jaye to kya hai! The father, who had climbed high on his shoulders, saw him walking on all fours and remembered that after he left, he should feed and water the elders at home instead of pouring water on them. To make supernatural memories come alive by having a party every day rather than worldly rituals. Then the house will be deserted without that ronak and you will never get a touch! As the only lamp of my single family went out, this Diwali I am alone among the memories.

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Mumkin hai ghadi aisi mil jaye,

Jo gujre hue wakt ke ghanto ko baja de!

(Dad's favorite share)