I would be happier if you were a little taller but you took your mother's side when it came to genes in that area..but I would have also liked it if you also took to your mother by being as hardworking but as the creator would have it, some of my traits show up here.
My nose would be fine on you too however your mother's stubbornness should be put to good use....from a different angle it would be resilience, persistence, 'never say die' kind of attitude thingy, and that's how you picked up skills and polished them.....like when you climbed into your crib, crawled up the stairs, rode a bike, handled the keyboards, plucked the guitar, drove the car and well..well how I wish you extend the same passion and enthusiasm to academics.
Son...no matter how you turn out..you're still our baby..no matter what you do...we will still love you..When you fall..we will be there to pick you up...I will always stand beside you..(ready to kick your ass)..no matter what we say..we still think about you everyday...Happy Birthday Adeep.
As you live out your last year as a teenager, growing towards adulthood...
you should also seek to grow a little wiser
never forget what your mother tells you, though she may sound like a broken record (or CD I suppose) singing out of tune.(she always does)
Always remember what I tell you, even if I may sound stupid and boring now..
Never put aside what your teachers have thought you
And never ever distance yourself from your obligations to Allah Almighty
"Matha, Pitha, Guru, Deva"......somebody said in Sanskrit.
And Kipling's poem seems so appropriate now and I believe it's every father's wish to have a son grow up to be healthy, honest, successful, respected and most of all a become a great man.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!
stay strong, strive hard to be among the best..climb high as the view from the top is always better than somewhere in the middle.