Me or Mine
When I was just a little boy I never asked my father what will I be. Rather he never thought what I should be, but relieve him off the burden of finance at the earliest so that he can breath ease. Now me being a father try to explore every slightest aspiration, talent, wish of my daughter. If she scribbles I go in search of a drawing master. If she hums a song I take her to all talent hunt shows. I don’t want any stone unturned. I always keep a world map in my drawing room, maybe she become a geologist. Even if she skids over water spilt over floor I convince her explaining the physics in it. Maybe that may inspire her to be a physicist. Recently I took her to a barathanatyam concert, she enjoyed. I rather sat through the program remembering of my father taking me to a similar show.
My Dad got a free pass from his boss. That guy being a gujrathi bohra businessman didn’t mind giving his staff the luxury of attending a barathanatyam concert( which made no sense to that gentleman). As it was free my dad took me along to a massive auditorium where we sat at a corner of the balcony and watched a lone lady( probably ) dance which made no sense to me nor to my father. But now I have learnt to enjoy a barathanatyam along with my daughter.
Now who’s the best father. Me or mine. I may think it’s me but when I place myself in my father's shoes, I realise the hardships he had to face to make ends meet, his economic status, uncertainty of private employed workman and his fears about future. Though my father can not frame a sentence on his own he made me able to write blogs. It’s he who made me grow into a man who can plan and wish big for my child.
A father had always been an influencer. Few do big some do small. But everyone leave their mark.
For that man who wouldn't read this blog.
-A thought the other way round
Hareesh Aravindakshan
When I was just a little boy I never asked my father what will I be. Rather he never thought what I should be, but relieve him off the burden of finance at the earliest so that he can breath ease. Now me being a father try to explore every slightest aspiration, talent, wish of my daughter. If she scribbles I go in search of a drawing master. If she hums a song I take her to all talent hunt shows. I don’t want any stone unturned. I always keep a world map in my drawing room, maybe she become a geologist. Even if she skids over water spilt over floor I convince her explaining the physics in it. Maybe that may inspire her to be a physicist. Recently I took her to a barathanatyam concert, she enjoyed. I rather sat through the program remembering of my father taking me to a similar show.
My Dad got a free pass from his boss. That guy being a gujrathi bohra businessman didn’t mind giving his staff the luxury of attending a barathanatyam concert( which made no sense to that gentleman). As it was free my dad took me along to a massive auditorium where we sat at a corner of the balcony and watched a lone lady( probably ) dance which made no sense to me nor to my father. But now I have learnt to enjoy a barathanatyam along with my daughter.
Now who’s the best father. Me or mine. I may think it’s me but when I place myself in my father's shoes, I realise the hardships he had to face to make ends meet, his economic status, uncertainty of private employed workman and his fears about future. Though my father can not frame a sentence on his own he made me able to write blogs. It’s he who made me grow into a man who can plan and wish big for my child.
A father had always been an influencer. Few do big some do small. But everyone leave their mark.
For that man who wouldn't read this blog.
-A thought the other way round
Hareesh Aravindakshan
