Dad Son Jugalbandi
Everyone in the world would love to write the story of their self or their own biographies at some point of life, Many others will be fortunate enough to have their biographies written by someone in their proximal circle…son, daughter, brother or a friend…
Though this is not a biopic…I consider myself fortunate and proud enough to be a rare father to document the soul moments and experiences with my son as he steps into the world of surging hormones…the world with unpredictable dimensions, dreams, temptations, aspirations, goals in vision…
As parents we have hardly kept the accounts of the childhood of our kids…that we suddenly feel it hard and difficult to see the waning innocence and surfing up of a beautiful adolescence…So quickly these kids grow up and make us desperately miss their childhood…
Would our parents too have felt the same when we were in the phase of trasition and transformation…???
If we interview our parents about their experiences with us as we kept traversing decade by decade…we would end up getting some contrasting stories about how easy or difficult we were with them to deal with…!!!
They too would have wanted our infancy to be longer than our childhood…and our childhood to continue for more number of years before they see us as adults….
But who has controlled time and tide?
As my son celebrates his 12th birthday and will be entering the official teen circle next year…
Or may be due to the evolution as we see the new teenage to be the enthusiastic eights, naughty nines, tempting tens, explosive elevens and turnover twelves…he already is a modern day teen which we ignored to see or missed out seeing as the grown up or growing up is also a parents sweet baby who denies growing up in their vision…
I am happy with his growth as a multi dimensional personality and a smart little youngster with a boyish attitude, soul of a god and maturity of an adult….approximating my height ready to be fit into my shoes….when he will be more of a friend rather than a son….
But he has always been more of a friend than a son…
Abhi has been so mature that he never asked or demanded for anything…Even we as parents did everything reading his mind even before the idea of proposal was surfed…
Not making a selfish statement….but am happy that I and Manasa are making better parents to him…and proud of holding on to the basics of parenthood inherited in our blood stream via our parents lineage….
Hope we end up our campaign giving Abhi good basics in transforming him into a responsible adult and a good future parent…
New dress…some gifts…chocolates…Cakes…party…fun…balloons…books…everything will be a part of his birthday this time too…But I thought what different I can do for him…at the same time for myself…which will keep the bonding of hearts go stronger?
Got an instinctive idea…out of heart and soul….
They tell that mothers know their kids better than fathers…but some fathers too know their kids and feel them everywhere, everytime…and I am not wrong when I claim that I am one such father…
Kids share almost everything with mothers…may be Abhi too…Its natural…No complaints…
I admit that I have not trespassed into Abhi’s privacy nor between that divine mother-son relation, but still have a thorough knowledge of his soul and senses…have always tried to study him and valued him as per his individuality…
I thought I will gift him something valuable…which he will relish for the rest of the life…he will learn what it needs to be a good father…which he will carry on and inherit to the generation next…
I know Abhi loves stories and especially when I tell him some story he will enter into the skin of the characters in it…we always have enjoyed the bedtime story sessions…
I thought “Why don’t I write a story for him….His own story…from my vision?…a story of a soul-connection between a son and a father…a story of what a father dreams and feels for his son…a story of emotional bonding which every father wants to tell his son or daughter….a story which probably every father misses out telling his kid with passage of time…a story which every kid is not totally aware about…?”
Our memories fade out with time and our expression will get jammed and stammered…so much so that we may feel hard to tell our kids how much we did care…how much we still care and how much we keep loving them….or they might feel short of time to listen and understand…
I am not telling the signs of futuristic insecurities which will creep up with age…I am meaning to tell the right things in right times…We may miss out on our dear ones especially kids and we call it generation gap many times but I feel that it is the failure of expressing true emotions when it really matters…
Here comes the story of the SUN OF MY UNIVERSE…my son Abhi…(& me)…in episodic form…
All I wanted to tell and want to tell my prince…Write down what he really understood about me and where he missed out getting me right…Pen down the moments which really meant heavens to both of us…Express all those missed out emotions and expressions….All I want him to know from time to time…
A “Dad-Son” biography….I will call it “HAPPY and I…TALES OF ABHI”
I dedicate this story to my father and his upbringing of me amidst all odds…and to all the caring and loving fathers of the world….
Hope you will enjoy reading Abhi and me in the episodes to come…Watch out…..
Happy Birthday Abhi….Appu…Love you
Yours loving Dad
Coming up: EPISODE 1: Anticipation of a new LIFE
HAPPY and I...Tales of Abhi 