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!


19 thoughts on “Role Model.”

  1. 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.

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

  4. 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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    1. 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. 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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