So my father is retiring this month from Union Bank of India after 38 long years of service there.
We had a small function over the weekend, to celebrate his journey. (My parents have way more active social life than I do.)
So, I gave a little speech on his retirement. Here’s what I had to say.
Hello, I am Nirwa, Gaurang Mehta’s younger daughter. Before we start fighting for the TV remote at home, I’d like to say a few things about him.
My father taught me how to speak, how to walk and how to get back up every time I fall. To see, to observe, to absorb. nishaan chook maaf, nahin maaf nichu nishaan. To aim high. And it is okay to miss the mark, as long as you do not lower your aim. Dream big. Fail. Dream bigger. Fail better.
He inculcated the habit of reading in me. To explore, to not be afraid to imagine. To not be afraid to take the first step, on the road less traveled. He may not agree with my career and life choices, but he has been there, every time I came across a setback, like a rock. His relentless support has been instrumental in me being what I am today.
He taught me to find humour in every day things. That a day without laughter is a day wasted. And most importantly, to take things in my stride and laugh at myself. Along with the eccentricities, we have even inherited his sense of humour. I shall forever be grateful for that.
Lastly, I would like to say that among many other wise decisions he has taken, the best one was to marry my mother. Because it takes willpower of steel to stay with us and not lose your mind. So, Pappa, thank you for being you and Mummy, thank you for being there for us, always.
Happy retirement, Pappa! :) Enjoy your new phase in life. :)