just not sleepy

i just started blogging at 2 a.m( night, not morning) coz i wasnt feeling sleepy at all.these days this has become common with me.i am not really sure what should my 1st post be all about.neither am i a superb author like one of my best friend,nor am i so much into the current affairs like my other best friend.so i just thought that since yesterday was fathers day i can just write something about my baba. His story starts from the dusty,brick laid gullies of a village,working in the fields with his father and his siblings.he is the third eldest son in his family,but has always been the most hard working.and like all those successful people we read about he too ascended the ladder of success with dedication.from working in various odd companies,being a daily train passenger, to doing even odder stuff for his bosses, he did everything.and quite predictably was loved and respected by his colleagues.and when slowly after gathering years of experience ,he became a pro in the field of construction he started his own company with few of his colleagues.and again predictably he became one of the most respected and well known business man in west bengal.his story is very familiar to all the rags to riches stories.but as its about my father its very dear to me. Our city is filled with buildings, bridges and tanks on which he worked.but behind this business man lies my baba who played "station station" with me when i was small,loves infuriating my mother about little things,watched serials with me.he taught me maths,built my habit to read story books.when we had just a cycle and he was working in a plant in durgapur,baba and i had cycle rides through the roads of durgapur.that was our daily routine.neither of us could do without those rides the cool wind sweeping across my face and the stories baba kept telling used to take my little heart to a distant land,filled with untraceable happiness.he was my story teller.he made me fall in love with stories.i remember a funny incident.once i was screaming to go to kashmir early in the morning.you know what baba did?he took a paper,drew a hilly scenery and pasted flattened cotton balls to show the snowfall.and i was very much happy to create my kashmir inside me.i never had to walk till i was in class 6.he always carried me in his arms.once he had to take an injection,inspite of that he didnt put me down for once. But now he has become very busy.i agree we dont spend so much time together but i see his struggle and learn.still today when there are hundreds of people working for him,he starts his day at 6 and keeps working till 10 at night.baba gives me the inspiration to continue my struggle and never let go of life.for me my baba is the most knowledgeable person on this earth.yes,he is a bit over protective about me,but the fact is whenever i have not heeded to his advice i have been hurt.let me tell you another incident.once before my biology practical exam he told me to be carefull with the blade and on that very day i cut my finger with the blade for the first time coz i really wasnt handling it carefully. Just want to end saying that i got the best baba in this world who taught me how to stand apart from the crowd, gave me such a beautiful childhood and taught me to dream big.love u baba.