Being unknown and a man behind the scenes is a role he plays
well. Taking centre stage is never his cup of tea. Joking at mass, driving his
beloved car and irritating my grandma is what he does best! Yes this post for
none other than my ONLY fan and uncle, Babu a.k.a Dexter Martins.
Don’t ask me why the name Babu. He isn’t a Godman or a priest
(thank god for that). But I can proudly crown him as one of the major role
models in my life. He always indirectly showcases his talents in the most
oddest, yet modest ways. He gets the class of being a gentlemen from my grandparents,
but the child inside somehow I think has never left. His love for life is
astounding. Without him my childhood would have been ghastly! And my siblings
would agree to this and so would my mom and aunt.
From painting socks on family dogs, to carrying home snakes
in jars, he has done it all. The hilarious family photos and the Boney M music.
And always my favourite, Kris Kristofferson.
He is the only man in the world who made me hate watermelon
(Thanks so much Babu for stuffing me with them that I’m full forever!)Fishing
in the local river would have never happened without you. The Iconic trips to
the SHA factory. The soda drinking competitions, and the prize was of course
another soda bottle. The carvanda trips on the hills and the Mannies patties!
The Sunday visits! Who could ever forget that! The long
waits at the main gate to hear the honking of the white DL Maruti to turn along
the bend. Babu somehow knew how to do everything in style. From the RayBan
sunglasses, to the woodland shoes and the eternal crème coloured pants with the
white cotton shirt. No one can do it like you babu. Oh and the moustache! I
always hated the fact that you were so far away from us! I think this post is
way past it’s due!
Thank you for being the awesome uncle. For teaching us right
from wrong and for making us see the fun in life! We love you, always!
Love the Dasilvas, the Pereiras and both the Martins!
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee. – Kris Kristofferson.
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee. – Kris Kristofferson.