My dada(grandfather)

What a person is fond of somehow defines his or her character.My grandfather is fond of pens and he complains if i ever give him a use and throw pen,irrespective of the purpose.So he requires the best of pens,even when he is just putting a full stop.He is an avid reader as well,a quality that my father has inherited and my father can actually recite all the Sanskrit slokas of Gita,so if i ever see my grandfather reading a book from 3am in the morning,till 12 in the night,without a break-i mean it because there are times when he avoids bathing and eating as well,i am not surprised.He is a listener,a very good one for that matter but when he starts bombarding someone with questions,one is taken aback.Not only that,he has one rare capacity to memorize news from the television.I wander what his rank would have been if he sat for Civil Service Examinations.He was a good Civil engineer of his generation but he never boasts about that.He is in his nonchalant mode most of the time and i know more of him,from my grandmother,father and all those 56 people my grandfather employed.A sincere,punctual man with the immense capacity to observe and watch nature and comment on it.The only thing that i have inherited from him,is perhaps his anger and nothing else.How i wish to be like him,more now because i have recently drowned myself in defining a true genius,which i shall perhaps write in some other blog post of mine,and my grandfather is truly a genius.