Father’s Day Special: To the Man Who Gave Me Life

 

Not all superheroes wear capes.

Some wear cologne, have a playlist for every mood and abandon Manchester United for City like Judas...the usaliti!!!!

I didn’t just get a father. I got a confidant, a co-conspirator in chaos, a walking jukebox, a lowkey movie critic, and yes,  my official dunda buddy.

You know how most people bond with their dads over fishing or fixing cars?
Mine bonded with me over Thursday nights out. My dad in Black D, me in Rezorus. When the money ran low (and it always did), I’d cross the road to reload.

The Movies!!!
If it was worth watching, we watched it. Not later. Not pirated. At the theatre. We took cinema seriously, commentary ready, sometimes even rewatching the good ones because, "A good film deserves a proper second viewing" In my dad’s words

From sports (which I watched because of my dad) to drama series(which he watched because of me)we debated sport twists like seasoned critics (well, in real sense the sports editor, my dad always won) My dad raised me as devoted Manchester United fan. We were Red Devils, through and through.Until one day…He defected. Traitor!!! He  joined Manchester City. CITY!

Just like that. Left the legacy, the tears, the Sir Alex years… for Haaland and vibes. I am still not over it.How could you?! I feel like I need counselling or at least a group for emotionally abandoned United fans whose dads switched sides.

You shaped my love for writing always encouraging, always reading, always challenging me to sharpen the pen.
You introduced me to music that spanned generations.
You handed me instruments and expected me to find my sound (bless you for enduring the noise).
And sports? I’ll watch. I’ll cheer. I’ll yell at the TV. Just don’t ask me to play we both know that’s where my athleticism taps out.

You have always been the role model I never thought I’d mirror.
And yet here I am throwing in puns mid-sentence, curating playlists, hoarding film quotes, and using sarcasm like a second language. Basically… turning into you. And honestly? I love that for me.

So this Father’s Day, I raise a glass (double rum and coke) to you:
The man who raised me with love, laughter, lyrics, and late-night showtimes.
You are not just a dad. You are the lead actor, the headline DJ, the executive producer of my joy.

Happy Father’s Day.