MEMORIES OF MY FATHER BY JAYANTHI K. MANIKANDAN

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The beautiful cover offers a hint of the contents within the book by Jayanthi K Manikandan titled ‘Memories of My Father’. The pink flowers and the calligraphy add a feeling of anticipation in the mind of the reader. The book consists of seven chapters over 45 pages.

Chapter 1 deals the childhood of the protagonist, Sri. N Kandaswamy, the third child amongst five siblings. Born in Viridhunagar, a small town in Tamil Nadu, he and the family shifted to Vellore after a few years.

Though the memories were hazy, the author was able to piece together the significant events in her father’s life. His relationship with his youngest sister, who was nine years younger, seemed to have played a vital part in their lives. He was a keen observer and strove to improve the lives of people around him. What is amazing is that he realised the importance of English in life and set out to master the language, as well as encourage his family members to do so.

After securing his Bachelor’s degree in Physics, he moved to Chennai, where he shifted streams and got his Masters in history.

The pen portrait that emerges of this erudite gentleman is impressive. Obviously, he was a person who knew exactly what he wanted in life, and his desire for perfection spurred him on to greater heights, be it in getting a bank job at SBI, or reading books that would hone his mind. A sociable person, he made friends easily, and turned into a role model for many.

Marriage with a beautiful lady brought more happiness to his life, and when his two daughters were born, the family’s cup of joy flowed over.

There is a special relationship between most fathers and daughters. The author considers her father the most important influence in her life. She offers no specific reasons, but writes, “It was just the way he walked, his wonderful voice and the way he carried himself which could melt anybody’s heart. He was a powerful orator and there was not a soul who did not feel mesmerized by his talk.”

The author lists out several memorable instances with her father which she cherishes immensely, which included appreciating delicious food and reading books that enhance the brain. He was proud of both his daughters, encouraging them to do well at every stage. Since his was a transferable job, they would move from place to place, and he would settle them in their new schools, teaching them to adjust to every new situation.

Jayanthi Manikandan’s adoration of her father comes out in every chapter of the book, and it is not difficult to see why. His far-sightedness, his protectiveness, his love for perfection and his amazing sense of humour set the standards for the whole household.  The book concludes with a short conclusion on the last days of this wonderful gentleman as his health deteriorated.

It was Dr Seuss who said, “Sometimes you never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” This poignant memoir reveals the value of both – precious moments and their memories.

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