Happy Father’s Day!


About 4 weeks ago, we had Mother;s day and boy! did we make a big deal about it. Since nearly a month in advance we had reminders, cards, gifts and discounts just for the occasion. Everyone celebrated it and I got a front seat to watch it(Thank you Facebook!) Today is Father’s day and my wall is surprisingly empty. Turns out most people didn’t even know it was Father’s day and some were even surprised by the fact that such a day exists. So you can have a day to celebrate mothers but not fathers? What sort of discrimination is that and why aren’t there people protesting about it?

I’m not really a believer of these so-called “Days” where you celebrate your mother, father, brother,sister, cousin, cat, dog, etc. I’m not cold-hearted, believe me, I do pick up the phone to call and wish the concerned person on the corresponding day(otherwise I’m on the receiving end of the phone being interrogated as to why I didn’t make said phone call) but I’m not big on the celebration aspect. I’m all for celebrating and appreciating them but there’s no point being all nice and loving for a day if you’re going to be shitty the rest of the year. But I digress, why is Father’s day such a secret?!

The last time I checked, fathers are equally responsible for your existence as your mothers. So theoretically they deserve equal credit, but obviously practically it’s not true. While we glorify and praise our mothers, we often forget our fathers. Granted out mums go through the burden of carrying us in their wombs for 9 months and then spend all those painful hours in labour just to bring us into this world but let’s take a moment for our fathers. Let’s spare a thought for the men who put up with all the mood-swings, swollen feet, nausea and stared in bewilderment as their better halves turned into moody volcanoes ready to erupt even without provocation. Let’s spare a thought for our dads who still loved our balloon of a mum as she ate her way through anything and everything that didn’t nauseate her. Sure he did volunteer, but the poor champ had no idea what he was signing up for.

Let’s get real, our mum’s are sensible human beings, but the moment the doctor pulling the wailing red mess of us out of her and put it in her hands, she lost all semblance of the world. For the first few months all we do is eat,cry,sleep, cry, poop and cry. And still the lady will look at us like the sun shines from our faces. She’s still as sane as any other person but the moment we’re in the frame of her vision, everything else fades out and  it’s like we’re the centre of the universe. According to our mums we can do ANYTHING! Right from being the next Einstein to being crowned the next Miss Universe though we may be dumb and ugly as shit! To her we’re perfect just as we are. Our mum’s are our go to person in times when we require uplifting and encouragement. No one can make us feel better about ourselves as our mothers can. Our mums will coo and fuss over us like we’re 8 months old whether we’re 3, 20 or even 50. But all this cooing and mothering can make Jack/Jill very whiny!

Our Dad’s on the other hand, they’re our sounding boards. The person who will give it to us as it is to our faces and not feel bad about it. They teach us to straighten up and get over it because whatever it is, it isn’t the end of the world. They give us the reality check that we need. We don’t want to hear it, of course not! Who likes to hear the truth about themselves?  but they’ll say it anyway. We’ll hate them for it, they know it but they’re ready to be the bad guy anyway. Cause, they’re tough like that you know? Instead of sheltering us from the world like our mums. They prepare us to face it.

Unfortunately, dads are not too expressive. Words are not their strong point. Their medium of communication comprising mostly of stares, nods and grunts, all used in different combinations and variations to show their approval, appreciation or displeasure. It’s not their fault really, they just aren’t pumped with the right hormones to make them go giddy over every little thing we do. Also, it doesn’t help their image to stand and coo over us. And the fact that money and the whereabouts of our mum being the only things we ever tend to ask them about doesn’t make them our biggest fans.

The problem is, that our dads think that our mums are the more sensitive ones and that it’s up to them to be strong and be the support being the man of the house and all. Also, they sign some kind of an agreement with our mums agreeing to be the bad cop and leave all the decision making to our mums, hence the answer “Ask your mum” for all your queries. So long story short, your Dad is cool and loving but he just isn’t good at showing it. So how about you help your old man out and start up a conversation. Maybe give him a hug and throw in “I love you, Dad” while you’re at it.

PS : For all the dads out there, here’s a link to help you out with your little princesses  http://lifetoheryears.com/ and Happy Father’s Day!!

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Manasa Manjunath

Automotive engineering master student from India who has a LITTLE TOO MANY interests in life. I'm not the most knowledgeable person out there but I do have an opinion about things. They need not be right but at least I'm my own person. My areas of interest range from fashion to food and literature to automobiles. I enjoy reading as much I enjoy trekking, traveling and working with cars. I love music but can't sing to save my life. I enjoy theater and have a keen interest in architecture, art, history and how they all come together. Always interested in trying new things and meeting new people. Most important part of my person you ask? Potterhead, Bangalorean and proud!

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