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My father came from a poor family of 10 children (2 died young, so there were 8 eventually. He was (is) brilliant & in the small village where he grew up, had friends across caste & class lines. +
Thanks to his gift of gab he gained access to friendships with rich peeps (read this statement in the context of the 50s & 60s) who would've otherwise never given him the time of the day. (Those folks are still his friends 😊)
He got into Engineering college on merit +
& paid for his first 3 years via a scholarship which he eventually lost because he was a student leader & threw the bad mess food on the VC's table. 😬Yup. He was THAT dude. (He flirted with RSS & ABVP, but got disenchanted.)
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Growing up in a small village in Andhra, & these were the days of limited info, I have no clue how & why he thought of joining the army. His mom tore his acceptance letter the first time he got in. He applied again & was accepted in IMA.
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He went to Doon & taught himself to speak Hindi(we tease him for his southie accent😂) & English fluently. Eventually the army made him a gentleman. He joined EME & went for the 1971 war leaving his bride (my mom) behind.
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My siblings & I spent our comfortable childhood as fauji brats traipsing around in cantts across northern India (Akhnoor, Gwalior, Tejpur, Guwahati, Gurdaspur, Poona, Babina, Jhansi, Meerut...). And I am so grateful for that & my KV education😎!
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Later, after, he retired as a Colonel at the young age of 52, he started a small business & made a small fortune. 😊
He & my mom live comfortably in the bungalow of their dreams.
I am so proud of my dad. My nanna.💕
Happy Father's Day daddy. 😢