” AGAR KHUDA KO HO MANZOOR TO AANDIYON MAI BHI CHIRAG JHALTEY HAI” – “IF IT’S THE WILL OF GOD, THE LAMPS WILL BURN IN THE MIGHTIEST OF STORMS”.
These were my favorite lines during my childhood years. Impossible is nothing, although it didn’t give me any superhuman strength, but it boosted the spirit at times when I felt lonely and dull.
Life does find its ways despite innumerable hurdles and hardships in life.
The catastrophic disaster in Japan’s Hiroshima and Nagasaki after the nuclear bomb blast didn’t stop them from becoming the most technologically advanced nation, but in a productive way.
A mighty tsunami which wiped an entire city of Banda Aceh in Indonesia didn’t hinder the population to grow back and flourish.
A bloody war in Vietnam and Afghanistaan didn’t desolate the countries to bow down on their knees and prayed or pleaded to the world for help, but moved ahead to the paths of normalization.
Man-made or natural disasters have always been a part of the human existence and the will of humans to thrieve and move ahead has always had a poignant answer to the challenges thrown in front of us.
All these thoughts coming to my mind are not because of any mishaps or accidents happened to me but are due to a very interesting sight that I came across while casually walking around my home. YES I will surely share it with you all, but before that I would want to make that sight a perfect example of the beauty of evolution in the most haphazardly situations and places possible.
Nature has given all of us an immaculate organ to overcome any situation provided the entire biological system we are comprised of is in tandem with this organ. BRAIN……..YES OUR BRAIN.
Even our heart thinks out of our brain, all the feelings, fear, anxiety, happiness, horror, love, hatred you name it is a produce of our brain. Nothing is impossible if compassion is intervened with the physical ability and an attitude to perfectly execute it. It takes a herculian effort achieve something which we consider as a target for ourselves.
First and foremost, a target – not targets which change, but a TARGET and the path to it.
It may so happen that our efforts fail, and fail again at times. The only way to achieve it is to keep going on. Work harder, toil more strongly, push in more muscle, and your brain will give you the perfect dose of adrenaline we need.
So get up, don’t stop, till the road is paved to the pedestrian you want to climb on.
Sharing the inspiration I based this blog on so you all my reverend friends can get inspired from.
Even the Gods will second this thought ….rather an ideology about what shall be the best thing a father can endow upon his daughter (s).
No amount of money, no amount of ancestral heritage and even no amount of love can suffice for what should in reality a father pass on to his children.
It is written in the sacred books that marrying ones daughter to a suitable groom which is also called “KANYADHAAN” in Hinduism is the biggest responsibility of a able father, but what I would narrate is much bigger than kanyadhaan as well.
Seven thousand feet above sea level is a remote village, untouched by the hoard of urbanization and concrete jungle ideology. The air is pure and pristine, the green covers of mother earth are still intact, and like the nature people are pious in their way of living as well. Simple and sattired. The nearest lifeline of transportation to the town from where things of basic necessities are to be acquired is a staggering seven hours walk through the pebbled and dirt road which has taken its shape out of the footsteps of the villagers walking on since decades.
Right from the British India Era, this village has not seen much of change except for a few noble deeds which has emancipated life of many women and children of this village and a few villages surrounding.
The times when education was limited to a very few lucky children, a young dedicated father took an oath to educate his only son, even if it meant sending him to an exile away from his family and love of his mother. When every boy was expected to help in the daily chores of survival practice like agriculture or cattle rearing, this boy would walk endless miles to reach the bus stop to catch a bus to reach another destination to take a train and then finally reach the Law College to become a lawyer.
A journey which in current times would not even take a day, would take him weeks to attain. This is the story of the beloved father of my subject, on whom I have based this blog to enlighten the thought of a beautiful relation between a father and his daughters.
What does it take for a person to rise from such meager facilities to become a entrepreneur, a philanthropist and above all a father who loves his daughters for what they turned out to be owing to his ideology and his dedication to raise such amazing human beings who have in turn dedicated their lives to pass on the legacy to the world around them.
TERRAS IRRADIENT : LET THEM ILLUMINATE THE WORLD…..
The motto is self explanatory…..
Breswana is a remote Himalayan village in Doda district of Jammu and Kashmir in India. The village is located 7,500 feet (2,300 m) above sea level. Breswana village is accessed via trails from Premnagar, the closest town. Kashmiri is the main language of the area. People also use Urdu as a secondary language.
Hailing from this village a young boy who like his father was blessed with a brilliant mind and a will to change the world around him set out to conquer the world. He worked immensely hard and established a reputation as a entrepreneur. In the path enlightened by his loving wife, they were blessed with three lovely children. Two daughters and a son.
Mr. Nasir Haji. He always says things that always reflect an immense sense of reality and thoughtfulness about life in reality and not in a cosmetized manner. One of his most beautiful gesture is to send a beautiful thought to his friends and people who he likes and one such thought which I recieved recently said ” Live a life to express and not to impress”, which I believe is a motto of his own life in reality as well. A simplicity personified with dignity and a impeccable approach to life has made him a person he is.
Give a proper education to your daughters and see how they change the world around them. Empower them with knowledge which will emancipate their inherent capability of love sharing and caring, and that is perhaps the most important of all the noble deed a father can do….
Inset image Mr. Nasir Haji.
The man himself. Founder of HAJI PUBLIC SCHOOL….
How thoughtful of him about the most important weapon to be given to lay a foundation for the future to be brighter and better.
INSET IMAGE OF HAJI PUBLIC SCHOOL
Funded privately by Haji Family….
With the thought of giving back something significant to the roots from where he emerged, there was nothing better than a gift of education and that was how “HAJI PUBLIC SCHOOL” was founded in year 2009
It was perhaps the most important feature required for the future of the Breswana village. Initiated with 35 students in lower and upper kindergarten, the effort has matured to 400 students till grade 9 by 2017.
Despite a very difficult geographic location, the effort has not restricted itself to the wilderness of mountains, but is recognized by the state government to be one of the most prestigious experiments for the emancipation of educating the youth. The success of the school can be gauged by the thought as how modern education can be imparted to students in the most remote and rugged terrains of the country.
The most important feature is how this school runs on a philanthropy of dedication and immense thought process. One susucsusuch example is volunteers across the best schools in country and overseas are visiting as guest faculty members to enlighten the students with immense knowledge and experience around the globe. However so far this entire noble cause is running on the sole dedication and monetary support of HAJI FOUNDATION.
How can we create a system which accommodates the efforts of committed citizens and volunteers who have shown the way in the most trying of circumstances?. How can we support their successful initiatives, so they don’t become a milestone around their necks?
Professor. Amitabh Mattoo. Advisor to chief minister of Jammu & Kashmir..
Its astonishing how such initiate is prevailing in such a remote village. Example is the inset picture of a young girl practicing wall climbing which is one of the featured sport event in world sports front.
Besides facilities like computer laboratories, art and crafts, music and all those avenues which are an integral part of any modern day city schools are a coherent part of HAJI PUBLIC SCHOOL.
Education has always been a prime priority in Haji family. On asking Mr. Nasir about his family educational background, he graciously introduced me to his children
“My eldest daughter Sarah is married and has two kids. She has masters in early childhood education and for children with special needs. Followed by my son Noah who has Graduated from Melbourne Monash university.
My youngest daughter Maria has done graduation in English, MA political science from UCLA London and post graduate Teaching course from london and she is also a English teacher Maria did her teaching degree from Kings college London.”
Whilst SARAH and MARIA are an integral part of the teaching curriculum at Haji Public school, Noah Haji is following the footsteps of his father to expand the family owned business which in turn enhances the monetary part of funding the project.
One of ththe most incredible achievements HAJI PUBLIC SCHOOL has achieved is being listed in the SKIP 2028 VISION or STATE KNOWLEDGE INITIATIVE PLATFORM 2028. Its a state government initiative for EDUCATION, ENGAGEMENT & EMPLOYABILITY YEAR 2028.
One of the most prominent names associated with Haji Public School is SABAH HAJI, daughter of Mr.Saleem Haji and Mrs. Tasneem Haji.
Mr. Saleem Haji is the brother of the founder Mr. Nasir Haji. Like his brother he is also a strong believer of the importance of education in a daughters life, that was ththe reason he educated his daughter Sabah Haji in an immaculate manner.
Sabbah Haji finished 10th Grade from The Indian High School, Dubai. She then shifted to Bengaluru in 1997, from where Haji completed her 12th Grade from Bishop Cotton Girls’ School Bengaluru. She completed her Bachelors in Commerce from Christ College, Bengaluru in 2002. Sabbah was Staff Accountant (Audit Trainee) in KPMG, Bangalore (2003-2004); Team Lead (English Support Services) in Deluxe Digital Studios (2005-2007); Content Writer/Copy Editor in Digital Media Convergence Ltd (2007-2008); Managing Editor/Content Writer in Planetsurf Creation Pvt Ltd (2008).
Sabah’s mother Mrs. Tanseem Haji is an educationist with an immense experience of more than 30 years in the state and gulf countries.
Sabah Haji other than teaching the students, is the director of the foundation. She looks after administration, accounts, staff supervision, schools social media presence and most important of all volunteer programme.
Apart from the few regular teaching staff, the school relies heavily on the volunteers coming in from all around the world to teach the kids. The local staff members are capable of teaching till the 2nd grade only. Thus the higher classes require more qualified hands to take care of the children. The school has teaching staff of over 20, including full-time, local teachers as well as long term Indian and international teaching volunteers. The volunteers, who live among the villagers, teach for a period of three months. They spend time with students and make their efforts to erase negative impressions of outsiders through their selfless efforts, hard work, and dedication. The volunteers are not paid, but they are provided with food and lodging
To sum up my thoughts about this amazing effort and a noble cause, sharing below a few video links about this great initiative.
Singning out with a wish that ” if all who have successfully established themselves could carve a path and pave some stones for the future generations, and a chain reaction of positivity and gratitude prevail, this world would be a better, a far better place to live in”.
Droplets of water leaking out of the sink tap making a distinctive clutter in the silence of night, reverberating a sequential rhythm. Just put a damn cloth under in its path before it touches the cold callous stell skin, muting it till the morning sunshine arrives to fix it.
life doesn’t always need complex lectures or psychiatric analysis, but removal of small impediments that cause a disbalance.
Very often we generate a situation around us, which doesn’t need that magnitude of thinking or reaction, but just a calm thought and a impeccable approach.
So try putting that dam cloth between the steel and tap to cut down the clutter, you will sleep peacefully.
Approach is not just and attitude, but a calmly thought out alternative
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.. I have read this numerous times, and always interpreted it differently according to situation I was in or in accordance to the situations I created.
Whenever in a dicey situation I would think If I was …..then what would be the situation like. It was perhaps a duel of situational catastrophes that would churn the intrinsic chemical composition into a soup of dismay or at times a glass of resembled lemonade….ha ha ha seriously.
So let me think, on these lines, what If I was….
A STONE….YES I MEAN IT, A STONE….
Some playful child returning back from his hectic day at school will kick me from the school gate till he reaches home….in the process making the toes of his cherry blossomed black school shoes into a white salt and peppery mixture tone…. That would be perhaps a happy story……
But what if I become a stone in the hands of angry mob, blinded by a unacceptable, uncultured, unethical and totally anti human thought pelting it on someone without the fear or even thought of the consequence.
So no….STONE is not a good idea
A brick perhaps…..BRICK REALLY??????
A skilled craftsman will align me in a perfect threaded row, at a perfect place to fill the puzzled gap to complete a masterpiece of architecture, or a place of worship or even a prison to prevent a dismaying situation.
Perhaps I can be a part of the other such bricks who support the urn in which sumptuous meal is cooked in open air to feed the wandering eyes of the orphans or old age home residents…INDEED A MARVELOUS IDEA… But alas…..what if I am used in a bunker guarding some anti social elements or perhaps terrorists…won’t I feel one among them ?? NO. ANOTHER WASTE.
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING USEFUL…..Hmmm a shoe perhaps…….
I will adore a maidens foot, perhaps a part of the success story of a budding athlete, on a cover page of some magazine….if at all a reason of smile on a shoeless foot burning on the hot tar or a wanderer in hot desert….or perhaps on a thorny path of a soldier toiling hard in a jungle for the safety of a reason he beholds in his deed. YES it seems a good option finally. Wait a minute….how if I am in the hands of a stud who is bashing his wife or child to satisfy his ego of being a superior being owing to his overgrown muscular body and a hatred logged brain. I would become the medium of the ugly transfer of his thoughts into his actions.
Ah! The everyday common things don’t seem to be working, so let me switch to another channel of my brain to churn a better option……
So, how about being a TREE…..a big tree
Shades to many who desire of a rest under my trunk after a long walk…. A source of safety for the mother bird to build her nest on my arms, feeling protected, feeling belonged to and an address to the ones who don’t have a identity card for their post….Ah hah, this seems to be a good option. I can be a source of life oxygen to this world and a benchmark of usefulness to all.
Then i heard from a distant cry, a cry of remorse of a child who lost his father in an unfortunate accident. Realizing the fact that his father fell of a tree while picking some mangoes for him, suddenly this thought changed my perception again…I could be that tree.. A source of tragedy eventually. Oh grace….no no no. Something else perhaps
A GLASS BOTTLE WOULD BE NICE AND CLEAR….
A milk bottle, a bottle containing some lifesaving medicine, a bottle containing a dose of immunity. Colorful even without my own colour, contents longed for, contents giving rise to magnificence, contents of utmost significance. A bottle of ink containing a medium of literature, history and even a love story. A bottle of champagne, important medium of celebration.
Wait…..what if A BOTTLE OF ACID…burning the existence of a girl who refused to get into a lustful relationship, a girl refusing to give in to the atrocities of a patriarch society. Wait yet again….what if A BOTTLE POISON…. diminishing the hope of a family, a derivative of a callous relationship or a deed….A source of hatred and a part of a vicious plan anti humanity.
SO WHAT SHALL I BE….WHAT SHALL I BE….
How about one of the five elements…..created by nature itself…perhaps the strongest of them all…FIRE IS ONE SUCH THING
SO WHAT IF I WAS FIRE…… A source of warmth, in the cold wintery nights. I am everywhere, i am needed and desired. I cook every desired meal, i can stop the mighty beasts in its pursuit to kill. I can keep any nocturnal blood sucking callous animal away. I have the power to penetrate the deepest of darkness and enlighten the path to glory. I have burnt the effigies from history till present, relieving them of the cycle of time. I am a form of GOD himself.
I am sober as a candle and furious as a volcano, i can reside in a matchbox yet uncontrolled as a wild fire. UNCONCONTROLLED AS A WILD FIRE….did I just give a reason not be fire?
A chaos, everyone running to find a place to save himself or itself….burning everything in its path, mighty BLOODY fire in a forest. Trees, bottles, stones, bricks, shoes everything i thought of being. Alas another idea down the dust….
A VERY DIFFICULT QUESTION….WHY DID I ASK TO MYSELF….. If at all anyone has a option for me….I shall wait. I will answer though to reiterate that option being an option in true sense…I shall wait.
Perhaps the best thing to happen for a novice blogger like me, to get noticed by a renowned author Kristiana Reed (My screaming twenties) and including my Poem in the FREEVERSEREVOLUTION.WORDPRESS.COM.
The colours you got me….are all messed up in my room.. The white tee shirt i adorned is not white anymore… Even the pink walls that you painted on my wish, have blotches and blacks everywhere My new brushes have lost their bristles The palette seems multicoloured from the white earlier Can’t say more about the water, which was transparent, looks like the murky concoction of the old lake we sailed on..
My dolls were eager to play, so they too got a share of the rainbow Now beauty looks like beastie and snowhite is not snowy anymore
To rescue them came my teddy brute With a coloured arrow I had to shoot Bulls eye….rammed my hand, shaking the chisel and stand…
Off went the golden dust on the pale floor But we can glaze it again far sure….
Wind was a little mischievous too….drying my shades very fast… To teach it a lesson, i had to shut the window fast like a blast.. Less did i knew the holder was in the way… Like a swing it did sway… Shading the drapes and the curtain near the frame..
Oh! I am so scared now seeing the mess Don’t know what you will say, i surely can’t guess But one thing that I am sure apart… I painted a masterpiece of my art…. If you love it spare my grace If you don’t, in that case..
I will close my paints and all their charm.. Wake up early morning to run as per the alarm.. Swing like a pro, and crunch like mad BUT PLEASE TELL ME HOW DID I PAINT IT DAD….
I slept late last night, leaving everything dark. Even the moon was covered in the veil of fog, not even fire flies twinkling.
Tugged under a heavy blanket, trying to amass the left over heat from my trembling body, topsy and turvey, fanatically closing the eyes..
Not a whisper, no crickets, not even winds woo. As if moore’s last sigh condemned too. Creepy, crawling and nocturnals, diminished
Can’t say when, the eyelids caressed Glued together with the gum of night, But alas, my dreams too seemed to be cold out.
Time slithering slowly down the curvy ravines of hourglass Grain on grain, silently, stealthily, callously The boundary bound hands circling …..
The passageway seemed so long for a night, Dreamy eyes yearning for the morning light, Birds cuddled in their nests waiting for the flight, Unaware how is the morning reflecting to the sight…
Far away the distant meadows, that i left dwindling Not even my husky returned back for his treat Talking about the melancholy birdsong, even the bees didn’t retreat.
What was my mind longing for, perhaps a sip of heat Perhaps a whiff of the chimneys smoke… Or the dancing flames gushing in the wind What was it that was yearned sweet.
In this tug of war somewhere a chirrup echoed, The brightest of the rays rattling at the window It was a cold warmth, mixed with the freshness
Dozed off weary like under a whiff of weed I opened my half closed eyes to see the nature glare…
White….white….all white, As if heavens had painted it till the horizon Toiling all night, spraying the magic Trembling and blue fingers setting it flat
Untouched, unwalked, unfootprinted. Pristine, pure, piously crafted, no tracks on.. An inch on the branches, and foots deep on the land Nests of birds covered, covering the basking mother birds wings….
Even the deadly dull decomposing leaves Were painted white, afresh and serene.. The dripping from stalagtites and shapes of stalagmites
Numerous mirrors sprayed and shaped Glazing, shining, reflecting yet absorbing Far across those muddy murky meadows
Far across the distance a puff…a constant puff of smoke freezing in frenzy seconds The lonely husky, like a wanderer, running On the enlightened white path, eager to announce..
Over those mighty peaks, of the deadly but dormant A calmness, yet cold smoke Running across to touch the cottons on the floating bay Not deadly anymore.
The whitest creamy optic shroud Covering the eternity throughout. As if the heavens above, shared their charm To decorate the world below, dowsed in love.
Oh…memories of my childhood How beautiful it shall though, How shall i relish again, how shall i relinquish them
All i can do is close my eyes in the darkest night And hope to the the brightest when i wake.
On this day several years back, I had to face the biggest loss of my life. My father who left us and went heavens abode.
Not even a single day since then has passed that i didn’t feel his presence in my life. He has inspired me when he was physically present and afterwards when he was watching on me from above the skies, perhaps next to God.
These few words of remembrance are dedicated to him for I wouldn’t have been a father what I am and a person what i have become. MISS YOU DAD
Remembrances of someone, who has given his all, eternal and universal.
At the cost of own wishes, his own wants and own necessities. With dreams incomplete, struggles as part of the lines of destiny. Yet divine to the core and pious to the brim.
An epitome of knowledge, abundance of affection, a figure which can be compared next to GOD.
A friend at times, a guide always, even an enemy when necessarily deserved….
A teacher with an aim, a leader with no concern of fame, and a stranger much nearer than someone own.
How was that, the strength of mind you possessed, influenced numerous people, yet you were so sublime and poised.
You would beat a Michelin star, yet the taste of a simple morsel felt as satire.
How can it be that destiny made us apart, when you are still flowing in the threads of my heart, nurturing my entire self…physically and deep within my soul.
There was never an occasion more important than that hug of satisfaction….of you being proud of my name and not concerned about my futuristic fame. It was a pedestrian paved for days to come…
If this is me….now…and till we are together again….its because of you DAD……and I couldn’t say how much i loved you, but always hid it in me…..
Light through the darkness…….is a tribute to perhaps the most priced daughter in the entire eternity who rose from dust to reach stars through her will and determination and support from her beloved father. A relation which I found very serene and inspiring. So a tribute in my words
November 7, 1867, this was the day my today`s subject was born IN Warsaw (NEW WORLD POLLAND). A DAUGHTER who proved herself to the world not only once but twice. Among 5 siblings, she rose to the epitome of fame despite a roller coaster of struggles and criticism. Mr. Wladslaw Sklodowska, was a mathematics teacher and physics instructor. This was perhaps the first inspiration of this DAUGHTER towards what she achieved in her life. She lost her mother when she was mere 10 years of age, but that did not deter her from achieving her destiny for which she was perhaps born. Mr. Sklodowska on the other hand fulfilled all the requirements of being a father and mother of his 5 children, for which the biggest support was his DAUGHTER who took even care of her siblings despite being the youngest of all. MARIA SKLODOWOSKA. This name was of no meaning to the world at the moment, like a uncut diamond burning in the fires deep within the earth to be discovered and rise to the glory.
So, about Maria, as a child she took after her father. She had a curious and brilliant mind which made her he most brilliant student in her school. But despite being a top student in her secondary school, she had a biggest hurdle in her way, “TO GET ADMISSION IN WARSAW MALE ONLY UNIVERSITY”, but that didn’t discourage her and she continued her studies in Warsaws “FLOATING UNIVERSITY,” a set of underground, informal classes held at secret. Both Maria and her sister BRONYA had a common dream to pursue higher education abroad and earn an official degree, but lacked financial aid to continue. Undeterred, Maria worked a deal with her sister. She would work to support Bronya while she was in school and in return the favor after she completes her studies. So for about half a decade Maria worked as a tutor and governess. She used her spare time to study, perfecting her knowledge about Physics, Chemistry and Mathematics. With these efforts Maria finally acquired some finances and courage to enroll herself in the Sorbonne University in PARIS. She submerged herself into the studies and meagerly survived on buttered bread and tea most of her time, which took a toll on her health as well, but she went on. At an age of 26, Maria completed her master’s degree in Physics in 1893, and another master’s degree in Mathematics in the year 1894. Stepping into another phase of her life, she married a fellow scholar in Sorbonne University on July 26th 1895. The two were often referred as the “SCIENTIFIC DYNAMIC DUO” Maria received a commission to perform a study on different types of steel and their magnetic properties and needed a lab to perform her research. Maria and her husband were passionate about their fields of work and soon became devoted to each other. Although her husband was working on his own projects, an astonishing discovery made by Marie made her husband leave his own projects and join Maria to pursue her research.
Not to extend the suspense here, I would now reveal the name of this amazing “DAUGHTER MARIA” and her husband by the name she was known to the scientific world. She was MARIE CURIE and PIERRE CURIE. This was how Maria became MARRIE CURIE. Life seemed to take a beautiful curve in her life with a loving husband and 2 daughters from their marriage, but it was not long lived. Pierre was killed in a fatal accident which left MARIE grief stricken and devastated, YET her iron will didn’t let her give up.
In the prime phase of her professional career, Marie Curie discovered radioactivity, along with radioactive elements POLONIUM and RADIUM She also worked closely with French physicist Wilhelm Conrad Roentgen who found X-Rays and took his work a few steps ahead and mastered the art of X-RAY Her biggest achievement was when she discovered RADIUM present in pitchblende in year 1902. Then came another devastation in the form of WORLD WAR 1 IN THE YEAR 1914, Instead of getting into the race of developing warfare machines and weapons of mass destruction, despite an expert in radioactive material, Marie devoted her time and immense efforts to generate the portable X-RAY machines which could be carried to the war fields for the help of humanity. These machines were thus called “LITTLE CURIES”.
CONCLUSION: Marie Curie achieved her prime salvation in 1903 for her exemplary work in PHYSICS, when she became the first woman to be awarded with the prestigious ALFRED NOBEL PRIZE, shortly called NOBEL PRIZE. But that was not the end, she earned her second NOBEL laureate in 1911 for CHEMISTRY and became the first MAN OR WOMAN to receive this prestigious award twice. She joined the other famous scientists like ALBERT EINSTEIN and MAX PLANCH to attend the first SOLVAY GONRESS. Curie made many breakthroughs in her lifetime. Posthumously she was awarded honors and one such including bearing her and her husband’s name for educational institutions like PIERRE AND MARIE CURIE UNIVERSITY. MARIE CURIE left for her ultimate journey to heavens abode on 4th of July 1934 due to aplastic anemia caused by the prolonged exposure to radiations. She was known to carry test tubes of RADIUM in her pockets of her lab coat to avoid misuse. She was interred in the PANTHEON in PARIS as her final resting place. Even after her demise she was the first woman in the history to have received the honor of being laid to rest in peace at this historical place.
Through this journey, an immense relation is highlighted which can be a guideline for many fathers to nurture their daughters with the best possible care and opportunities for them to soar to the optimum heights and become legends. This is my tribute to another FATHER & DAUGHTER relationship.