“STOP THIS THING RIGHT NOW!!” , dad shouted below towards the operator who stood there watching us with a grin, showing all his teeth.
Me, my younger sister and dad were in an Indian fair a.k.a Mela riding a copter type thingy that spin round and round in a very loud noise, high up the air.
It was my first time to a fair and I was very excited and happy. My eyes scanned everything, all the colors and weird people and tricks. It was a wonderful treat.
Being a child, it was very easy to forget that I was in a totally different mood a few hours back. The thing was, our Nanny left us. She was getting married soon and so that day we had a farewell party inviting everyone we know for lunch.
I cried a lot when we parted. She was like a sister, a friend and a second mother to me. She had been staying at our house since I was a little baby. Now I was a tall girl of 4th std. Yet I cant help but cry at the unfairness of all. For all i know, she left us.
So while I was all broken and sad, Dad decided to rescue me and took us to the fair.
Back to 15 min prior to the scene where dad was shouting:
It so happened that I wanted to try out the various rides. And so dad carried us inside this mock train/copter type thing? He consoled us that nothing will happen. He said we will enjoy it.
The ride begun with lotsa sounds of cracking metal. The thing looked like it will break apart any second.
After about 3 high speed spins I was feeling nausea, my sis was almost in tears and dad was screaming! I guess the thick head who're operating the buttons have seen way too many drama. They didn't even bother to look concerned. I peeped through the window and saw one of them laughing at us.
I stared at my dad open mouthed. I have never seen my fearless dad lose his cool before. And so to my young undeveloped mind, the sanity of my Dad was the issue here. It looked like we were about to lose him any moment.
He banged at the metal wall and shouted at them to stop the wild ride.I find myself shouting too. Seeing me, my sister shouted too. Three of us screamed our lungs out. And that my friend was pure thrill. Can't get any more real than that. Haha. And yes, they stopped.
Dad puked once he reached ground and later shouted at them some more too. I guess that made him felt better.
It was only after i grew up that i realized the implication of his action. He was afraid of heights. He has motion sickness so he never travel by bus too. Yet that day he climbed those stairs only for us. He wanted his daughters to experience something natural which could make us happy. He didn't think about his fears. He could have easily ignored it and we wont have complained much. Or he could have just let us take the ride by ourselves. But he knew we will be scared and so he was there to hold our hands. It was a very selfless act. It is a different story that he panicked later.. ahaha.