Tuesday, August 16, 2011

A daddy's lullaby

Like most people, I grew up with a definition for father, in which he was always the strongest, fittest person who had answer for everything and who can win any situation from whichever position he is in. That definition took the first beating when i accompanied him to a clinic once. In fact it was the very first time, i went with him to the doctor to ask for a consult on his health. Usually it would be the other way round. I had gone outside to get token from the compounder and when i came back, i saw him sitting down on the hall, so weak that he was unable to sit on the wooden table at the clinic. I was shocked to see him like that and seeing me panicking he told me that he felt comfortable sitting that way and since there were older people around who needed the seat he chose to sat down. Neither answer was convincing and on that day i realised that, he was becoming old and needed to be taken care of. That day made me realise why he agreed to take me with him to see the doctor for the first time. My all powerful dad was willing to show his vulnerable side and in his own silent way he communicated to me that the time has come for me to be responsible for myself. I've no remembrance of how i was, as a kid. But this song from "Deiva ThirumagaL" reminds me so much of him and what he means to me and my sister. Dedicated to all those loving and caring daddies out there.

ஆரிரோ ஆராரிரோ
இது தந்தையின் தாலாட்டு
பூமியே புதிதானதே
இவள் மழலையின் மொழி கேட்டு

தாயாக தந்தை மாறும்
புது காவியம்
இவன் வரைந்த கிறுக்களில் இவளோ
புது ஓவியம்

இரு உயிர் ஒன்று சேர்ந்து இங்கு
ஓருயிர் ஆகுதே
கருவரை இல்லை என்ற போதும்
சுமந்திட தோணுதே
விழியோரம் ஈரம் வந்து குடை கேட்குதே

முன்னம் ஒரு சொந்தம் வந்து
மழை ஆனதே
மழை நின்று போனால் என்ன
மரம் தூறுதே
வயதால் வளர்ந்தும் இவன் பிள்ளையே
பிள்ளை போலிருந்தாலும் இவள் அன்னையே
இது போல் ஆனந்தம் வேறில்லையே

இருமனம் ஒன்று சேர்ந்து இங்கே
மௌனத்தில் பேசுதே
ஒரு நொடி போதும் போதும் என்று
ஓர் குரல் கேட்குதே
விழியோரம் ஈரம் வந்து குடை கேட்குதே

கண்ணாடிக்கு பிம்பம் அதை
இவள் காட்டினாள்
கேட்காத ஓர் பாடல் ஒன்றை
இசை மீட்டினாள்
அடடா தெய்வமிங்கே வரமானதே
அழகாய் வீட்டில் விளையாடுதே
அன்பின் விதை இங்கே மரமானதே

கடவுளை பார்த்ததில்லை இவளது
கண்கள் காட்டுதே
பாசத்தின் முன்பு இன்று உலகின் அறிவுகள் தோற்குதே
விழியோரம் ஈரம் வந்து குடை கேட்குதே

ஆரிரோ ஆராரிரோ
இது தந்தையின் தாலாட்டு
பூமியே புதிதானதே
இவள் மழலையின் மொழி கேட்டு


chennaigirl said...

A father is "the hero" in the eyes of a child, regardless of the age.
A beautiful song and my aathus favourite. He would say u only suffered physical pain in bringing him to the world but watching someone go through that feeling helpless is ten times more suffering itself.

gils said...

beautifully said.

lakshmi said...

Love this post... cha, made me reaally feel senti. I missed my dad so much after i got married.
He is the most adorable n admirable person ive ever met in 27yrs!

I used to tell Hari(My hubs) appa mathiri 50% avathu irungalaen nu...

Dad is my HERO! always!

kalangathala kan kalanga vechitingalae Gils...

Asha said...

Awwwww......your post got me blurry..... beyond words!!!

For most of us who have been cocooned in the warmth and security of parental love, our parents are the bestest in the world. perhaps why you'll find every body telling 'My dad is the strongest and bestest'( i know there is no such word).

you'll tell this, I'll tell this, my children tell this and it goes on....

too beautiful gils, a very touching post by you.... but you know I hate this father's day, mother's day and write an essay about your father in 100 words etc... for me each day is father's day and mother's day..... and i love my parents toooo... much to put my feeling in 100 words or i won't even share my feelings... it's so private....

sorry....sorry.... could'nt stop myself

Aarti said...

Aww.. so sweet...

I am very close to my dad
more than i am to mom... even today!