I had been planning to write this piece since some time, but for some unknown reason, kept postponing. Unknown? Or may be subconsciously being hesitant? I know not of any reason why I seem to stumble for words when I wanted to write about fatherhood. Is this literary choking? (Hmm..wonder if such an expression exist!!) At the risk of making a very generic statement, let me blurt it out anyways. I believe that we, men, seem to have a different connection with our parents. While the relation with mother is more lucid and easy, it is not that simple with father. With mother, it is purely a matter of the heart. We tend to easily accept all her acts as the ones out of love and affection; no much logic or intellect there. But, with father, well… we are not so…(how do I put it)…forgiving? We look up to Dad to be the ‘role model’ growing up; During teenage, the reality sinks in that he is not what we idolised him to be; infact, someone with his own follies. He falls off from the hi...
The inspiration to write about this piece is an audition that I saw in America Got Talent, of a very talented cancer battling young singer known as Nightbirde, who sang her own composition ‘It’s OK’ and got a golden buzzer from Simon (my favourite judge!!). This piece may be tilting towards being a little 'heavy', but I hope you will find it bearable. One of the things that I have realised (and still am) about myself is that I seem to have so many contradictions. My interest, priorities and tastes keep varying, largely influenced by situations, mood and the people and places that I am with. On reflecting back over years, depending on the place, phase and pace of my life, my behaviour seem to have been changing. I make rules for myself and break them in no time. I try to setup a standard routine, but am not able to adhere to it. While I love discipline, I don’t seem to be happy when I try to follow one. I seem to question my own sense of judgement many a times. I also wonde...