Ten Reasons Why My Dad is Awesome.

I wrote about fathers and daughters some time back. And their relationship as it usually is. For some unknown reason, I like talking about that relationship. It makes me gleeful. Not that mom's are any less loved, or I'm not fond of my mom, or whatever. I love her immensely.

Somehow, talking about fathers is special. It could be due to whatever Freud said about the Oedipal Complex (and let me know, if I repeat myself, again).

Or perhaps, mine is such a flamboyant and benign soul that I cannot stop gushing about him. Some days, it's like I have suddenly woken up to my dad's good looks or sense of dressing or way of talking or handling people who seem annoying to the others.

For one, I think he is the best dressed person in my family. Relatives older or younger watch and ape him. He loves to shop for himself, right from cufflinks to bandgala jackets, belts and watches. And thus, he understands why one would need so many pairs of shoes.
Two, he has the most amazing collection of perfumes. And he lets me steal them quite generously. (Yeah, some perfumes are kickass for everybody to use.)
Three, he never scolds me. Ever. It's always cool between us.
Four, he has amazing people skills. He manages the most sticky people with a grin and the next minute, you wouldn't know if someone tried to test his patience.
Five, he doesn't ask how much money I need. Just gives. And being the nice person I am, I don't take advantage of that. It's true.
Six, he loves travelling far and wide.
Seven, my girl-friends had a crush on him when I was younger. And he starts smiling funnily whenever I tell him that.
Eight, he has enormous amount of patience. I mean, people can come and borrow some patience from him, it's so much in abundance.
Nine, he is the one who distracts mom and me from having heated arguements.
Ten, well, he's awesome. Period.