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[03 Mar 2007|10:17pm] |
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`I had a dream since childhood. A dream to be like Papa. To walk like him, speak like him, sit like him .. To do everything the way he does. Like .. like the way he's standing right now .. like thi -- .. heh. Can't do it. I know I can't do it. And maybe I will never be able to do it because .. there's no one in this world like my Papa. I know that someone up there is happy with me to have bestowed on me the right to say that I am Imtiaz Jacob's son. To say it proudly. Thank you, dad, and Happy Birthday.`
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