POTS OF THOUGHTS

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...