Friday, February 25, 2011

Dearest Uncle Pai,


Dearest Uncle Pai,

There were days when I used to open up my window to see the world like never before. Those were the days when I was ten, and fairytales were as real to me as the sun, moon, and school.  Those were the days when I used to dream up silly stories, or scribble to myself. And even if the world wouldn’t listen to those little stories, there was always this reassurance that you would, someday. Because you see, the folks at Tinkle listened. Shikari Shambu listened when I told him about that purple tiger that I had hunted down on an android in space. Tantri the Mantri listened when I talked to him about an exotic flower in Cambodia whose fragrance was super deadly. And I knew that you would listen. You always did.

I felt heroic when I was backseated on Amma’s rickety Luna on the way to a cousin’s house where I would get to read my tinkles--- when she visited that Tailor shop, I would snoop away next door to the paperwaala to haggle some older copies with my piggy- bank money. I used to sneak them into school, and read them below the benches when Nalini Ma’m taught Romeo and Juliet. The tinkle book labels you sent me were all over my Science and English books. The Fun Time with Uncle Pai’s and the Say it yourself competitions—I solved them with fervor. I felt proud to be recognized as a tinkle kid—to tell them that you were my inspiration. I told that to anyone who listened. And I truly meant those words. You were my HERO.

You know, when people laughed at my stories, I’d go cry and recite them to you in my head all the way home. And somehow, I always felt that you were listening.  It made me feel so much better. It was such comfort to somebody who didn’t really believe in herself back then. 

As if talking to you within my head wasn't enough, I one day I mustered enough courage to walk up to the post office to mail you that first letter with my story. I remember the wait. And I also remember that hand-written letter that came back, asking me to “never give up.” And so, I listened. I retold you my stories all over again---and you made my dreams come true, like a beautiful, beautiful miracle. That exotic flower in Cambodia that was super deadly became “The fatal fragrance” in May 2008 issue, and my first fight with a best friend became the “The Rivals” in 2006. You shaped the writer in me, gave her that much confidence to believe in her dreams. And yes, I never gave up—and it was only because my favorite person had asked me to.

And I hope you’ll believe me if I say that no pay-check I got was more beautiful than that one handwritten letter that I’ve been meaning to frame, or every memorized word of that message you sent me wishing me all the best for Bangalore Amar Tinkle Club. Its unbelievable how much you’ve changed my life for the better, how to instilled confidence in me, how you became much more than a role-model, how you truly impacted my life... I wish I could write all that down and just mail it all to heaven. That’s still possible, right? 

And oh, if you do meet Mr. Ram Weerkar up there, could you mind telling him that I’m still his hugest fan ever? I used to skunk my way into the school library just to read his Pyarelal series when I was fourteen and everybody else was already reading the Sidney Sheldon’s. It was to show them that in my heart, I'd never outgrow tinkle even if I become as ancient as the oldest banyan tree in all of India. Those were the little things I always wanted to tell you. You kept that little ten year old in me alive. You still do.

And yes, as you said, I’ll never give up. You know this little starry-eyed fan will always listen to you, right?

And yeah, I’m asking Janoo for a little help with a magic potion. It’s called the potion of immortality. She promised to give it to you. Or else I’m riding Wooly Woo all across the seven seas and the open sky to battle the rakshasas and fire-spitting rascally demons  to bring you back. Such an adventure that will be!!!

I’ll miss you so much, really. I’m still waiting for that last letter that never came home. Please come back. I need to tell you about how I started a storytelling page called Tellmeyourstories and how you are an eternal inspiration to the storyteller in me. I need to tell you how you will always be, and how dearly I'm missing you with every single second. I'm waiting for the letter that never came home. And the wait, dear uncle, is with a fervent sincerity.

Affectionately yours,
Lakshmi


12 comments:

RAJI MUTHUKRISHNAN said...

Lakshmi, that is the most beautiful tribute ever. It is no surprise that Uncle Pai encouraged you to continue.

Irvin Sabastian Nellikunnel Joseph said...

me too even today treasuring letter uncle pai wrote to me...... may his soul rest in peace....

Ranga said...

Nice heartfelt piece. Enjoyed it thoroughly. Thank You.

Lakshmi Bharadwaj said...

Raji maami: I hope it serves well as a tribute. That would be the ultimate purpose of the post. And thank you for that remark. the "no surprise that Uncle Pai encouraged you to continute" did make me smile, for he was a role model to me.
Irvin: RIP Uncle Pai. indeed, we're glad to have his letters. If you go back and read them, you'll find comfort in his words.
Ranga: thank you for visiting. May Uncle Pai rest in peace.

Antarik said...

Really well written. Wonderful tribute to the great man.
I thank you for visiting my blog and yes, I went through some of your blog entries. I must say that you write wonderfully wow!
I tried to look you up on facebook, but couldn't find you. Send me a request, search my full name and you will find me there.
Keep writing.
You have found another follower of your writings!

Lakshmi Bharadwaj said...

Thank you so much, antarik. :)
thanks for visiting, and the wonderful comment. Truly, Im a follower of your works now too.
And yep, sent you a request. :)
take a look.
-Lakshmi

Pradeep said...

Uncle Pai... Very glad to see a tribute here... He was such a visionary... We all grew up reading him... He created a such a wealth of knowledge... Simply great!

Agni said...

Hello.
I'm Nisha. Your friend Anusha Prakash's sister. She told me to read your blog and I must say, she was right about your writing skills. The blogs are great. Hope we can get to know one-another.
Bye:).

AGNI - The Womb

Asha said...

a very beautiful letter to uncle pai. I too grew up with uncle pai's ack and tinkle. I had even formed a tinkle club along with my friends where i and my friends shared and read many comics under the gooseberry tree.

I am sure uncle has read your letter from heaven!

Disha said...

Firstly, Tinkle will miss Uncle Pai.Tinkle never seems tinkle without Uncle Pai!I got the shock of my life when i heard this sad note.
Great man! No wonder he managed to answer all the letters by the readers.He did succeed his visions during his time.Hope it will be continued through times.

Great people always cherish in our memories thought they are not eternally with us
Wonderful tribute Lakshmi! Hats off! RIP Uncle Pai.

Lakshmi Bharadwaj said...

pradeep: I agree, he was a legend himself. Will dearly miss dear Uncle.
Agni: HEY THERE!!! :) SOOO Glad to meet you! hope your doing good!!!! yess, anusha referred u to this space? I have to be thanking her! :) thanks for visitng and it's been great knowing u! :) and would like to know u more, too, girl! :) write to me at lakshmi090@gmail.com. and do keep visiting! cheers! :) glad ur here.
Asha: thank you for your words and yoru comment! :) I hope he does hear me from heaven...im sure he does. it's that something that i'd like to believe! :)
Dish: :( u know you'll miss him jusst as much as me. :( I remember one of the first things that we talked about was Tinkle. :( I'll miss him.

Cheryl said...

Its been a while since I found something that I couldnt stop reading down to the last word. Beautifully written and deeply moving. You have a wonderful writer in you and more than that , a beautiful soul.

Signed,
A fellow amateur writer!