Role Model.

Role Model

That was me as a young lad imagining myself to be my favourite uncle PK.  He was a debonaire bachelor always impeccably dressed and would take me and my siblings for rides on his motorcycle and later on in his Citroën cars.  He would take us to Moor Market in Madras and inevitably buy us useful things like Mecanno sets.

He was my only role model ever and I copied many of his mannerisms and traits, particularly his sartorial tastes, impeccable manners and chivalry of the highest order.   He continued to be my favourite uncle and a role model for my planned gentleman farmer retirement dreams, till his murder  in the hands of dacoits who raided his farm house on the outskirts of Bangalore.

He did not go to any college or university but the Indian schooling system of his days was enough to get him employment in colonial India with some multinational organisations which took him to dizzy corporate heights before he retired and went into his own business in his later years.  He taught me to tie a bow tie, mix cocktails and play golf, and to be sociable with all strata of society with no difference in the language/tone used between the classes and was always there cheering me on in my own progress in life.  And at a time when I was broke, allowed me to take his car to take my girl friends out on dates when cars were highly valued assets not to be carelessly used.  In many respects, he was more father to me than my own father was.  He had his faults but I loved him knowing fully well that he loved me too.

He was the first elder from my side of the family that my late wife met and I suspect that she decided that she would be quite safe in our family by that one meeting.  He and his lovely wife and our aunt Hazel were particular favourites of hers as well as for our son Ranjan who spent many weekends at their farm house when he was working in Bangalore.

Recently, we have been digging up old photographs and sharing among ourselves in the family group mails and whatsapp and everytime I see him or my aunt I choke.  Neither deserved to die such untimely deaths as they did.

I wonder if at some future date some nephew of mine will write about me as I have written about him.  How about you dear reader?  Any such role model in your life?

This topic was suggested by Ashok who fully deserves to be a role model for young Indians for all the very important and useful things that he does.  By ignoring blogging however, he has not been one for the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium (LBC) where currently six of us write on the same topic every Friday. I hope that you have enjoyed my contribution to that effort.  The five other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order,  AshokgaelikaaMaxi, and Shackman and The Old Fossil. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, or not at all this week, do give some allowance for that too!

 

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19 Responses to Role Model.

  1. bikehikebabe says:

    This seems like the pages of a romantic novel, except for the murder, & I know it is all true. You had/have a fascinating bunch of relatives. A really good read.

    • There are many friends who suggest that I should write a novel based on my life. I am just too lazy. Yes, I am blessed with a great many fascinating and loving relatives.

  2. I’m a lifelong learner, so I have a lot of role models, some from books and movies, some from people I’ve known, some imaginary created to help me make some changes in myself/my life. Does that mean there’s anything wrong with me just as I am? No, any more than a plant is imperfect because it’s always changing. I’m a gardener at heart and love to watch things blossom and grow, and to help guide the process.
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    • Nothing wrong at all CM. I am sure that at a subliminal level I must have had other role models but something as positive as the one I had in my uncle is difficult not to recognise and be grateful for.

  3. sowmya says:

    You are mine periappa and you will always be. Your laughter, open and unconstrained affection and love always lift my spirits

  4. Anna says:

    Great subject for blogging and reflecting on. I got to like your uncle myself reading on the post. Sad story at the end and I am sorry that you did not have an opportunity to know your uncle in his old age and share your impressions with us your readers. My mother was my role model with her dress sense. But this was only up to a point and then I wanted to be my own person and rebelled a bit.
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    • I really became my own person after my retirement Anna. I simply stopped wearing clothes that made me appear to be very businesslike. I started to wear casual clothes that represented me more in the new frame of mind.

  5. nick says:

    I’m sorry your role model was prematurely snatched away. It sounds as if he was a huge influence on you. Like Jean I’ve had loads of role models in my life – people who at some point inspire me or guide me – but the first one I remember is my prep-school English teacher who gave me a life-long enthusiasm for words and language and had a wonderful surreal sense of humour.
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  6. Anita says:

    Lovely post. He seems to have been a wonderful man, you were lucky to have him in your life.

  7. Cathy in NZ says:

    I don’t think I have necessarily had role models although any that could have been always ended up with what might be deemed a bad personality that I should never had anything to do with, smooth talkers in the main…
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  8. tammy j says:

    oh rummy.
    i loved this post.
    i always do enjoy hearing about your family.
    that he was such a gentleman and died so violently was a shock.
    it was like listening to a beautiful piece of music and suddenly hearing a horrible loud clanging bell.
    the comment from sowmya to you brought tears to my eyes.
    i have a mind that you are probably filling your uncle’s shoes very well.
    my most memorable role model would have to be my beloved mother.
    everything i do. i see. i love. i aspire to be… recalls her wonderful memory and presence. she left us far too soon. but she was indelible.
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    • There are many things that I have modelled myself after my mother too. Those are universal traits that children do everywhere. Many choose their fathers, but I could not and I consider myself very lucky to have had this uncle in my life.

  9. Grannymar says:

    My maternal grandmother was my role model. She was a woman before her time and full of fun.
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    • A friend of mine considers his grandfather as his role model. His grandfather and his father were both soldiers and he too retired as one though at a much higher rank. I am not surprised that your grandmother is yours.

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