Well, no harm in having a dream !!

 You know what, I feel that my romantic time with my wife (Yes, I still wish In shaa Allah) that will resonate in my heart would be taking the lady on the back carrier of a village bicycle riding along a rural clay road of Pakistani Punjab with blooming mustard fields on each side. Now if there's any inspiration drawn from any Bollywood content behind this plan, am not really sure). And I think a beautiful sunny winter morning would be the perfect time for that blissful ride. Well, occasionally there could be shades of roadside trees. Need I say we both should be wearing traditional (suitable and appropriate) rural Punjabi attire? Gotta learn some Punjabi dialogues to reach out to the lady's heart in those moments. You know, with a non-Punjabi husband, an amateur cyclist carrying a living backload, it's worth checking if she's getting her fair share of this joy. These linguistic skills can come in handy in case the lady in the back offers services (voluntarily) like GPS, rearview camera, proximity sensors, speedometer and more in Punjabi. Now, having said all that, I also need to find out the clay road as plane as possible to make the ride less bumpy. Oh !! Some more works pop up: Wonder what would be an ideal addition to the bike to make it serve the purpose efficiently:  heavy bumpers/ liquid suspension on both wheels/ helmets for both/ or a weighing scale at the back !!? This will however remain an open question until that time, In shaa Allah. 

Remembering my father, Late Principal (retd) Muhammad Ramizuddin Ahmed

 Date: December 13, 1982. "There you are....!!! That's the way, my son...!! Look at that ..!! That's a good camera...,isn't it !!?!!" I wonder what he was saying at that moment cuddling super cranky me, his just a year old first born. But, that summarizes his dealings with me, ie the tone or the order of our relationship. A perfect mentor, a perfect teacher, an influencer, a strict commander, an expert personality analyzer, designer & builder, a great mathematician, a sports enthusiast, a patient instructor, a fearlessly and fiercely stubborn uncompromising bloke against any sort of oppression, bullying or injustice, a superb warden of men's hostel, excellent manager, skilled organizer, unparalleled conflict resolver, a go-to person at his workplace to carry out high-intensity responsibilities, a research loving mathematics and primary & secondary education specialist with research experience at home and abroad.........and the list goes on Ma shaa Allah , Al hhamdulillah. Actually , I just can't count all the ways how his footprints along with his instructions still are guiding me. It's now been exactly a year since he left us all. But still, not a single day passes that I don't feel his presence in my heart directing me in the way to think, decide, act and judge when needed. It's amazing how a father with his greatest instrument of parenthood made a lifelong instruction manual for all his children, SubHhaan Allah !! People celebrate Father's Day sharing pics with their fathers online. I chose this old one that best describes my Dad's parenthood. Everybody, please keep him, Marhoom (Late) Principal (retd) Muhammad Ramizuddin Ahmed in your prayers. May Allah bless his soul Magfirah, place him in Zannatul Firdaus and enable his children, students, and disciples to follow his instructions properly in their search for true success in life, Ameen.