Updated: Jun 20
Many years ago, a friend shared an anecdote with me. Which I now recall every 'Father's day'.
A little girl was walking along a path with her father, when they came to a rickety and treacherous bridge. Instinctively the father stretched out his hand to his daughter and said; "Here, take my hand."
The daughter replied; "No father, you please hold my hand."
The father was confused, "What is the difference, whether you hold my hand or I hold yours?"
The little girl smilingly said, "If I hold your hand and stumble, I may let go of your hand, but if you hold my hand I know you will never ever let me fall."
Living in Dubai at that time, I telephoned my late father from who I had become estranged, to hear his voice and to tell him I loved him. We both wept as I expressed my gratefulness for the countless blessings that he had bestowed upon me. Asked him, to forgive me for the pain I had caused him. Finally, my desire to be with him, especially on that Father's day.
Somewhere along the way, when we tasted the fruits of material success we forgot an important fact. Our achievements were the result not only of our labour but also the investment in, care, protection, values, love, wisdom, etc. provided by our teachers and parents.
Protected by the shield of our parents love and blessings, their spiritual energies merging into ours we experienced success and happiness.
Youth normally tends to be arrogant. When combined with success and wealth, youth grows impudent. Without meaning to nor realising it, we offended and disrespected our parents with our dismissive manner and reckless choice of words.
Success, fame and wealth makes us believe that the love and blessings of parents is superfluous, and hence we squander this fortune.
When we began ignoring their love and disregarded the importance of their blessings, we soon found ourselves engulfed by a tsunami of problems and misfortune.
For several years I wandered in material, emotional and spiritual wilderness.
Fortunately, with the Guru's grace and the support of my wife Mohini and our two young sons, I was and transformed for the better. I returned to the open arms and heart of my parents.
Maybe it's a coincidence, but thereafter my life blossomed once again. I was materially poorer, but emotionally and spiritually richer. Living in the present, I am free of want and fear.
There is a reason that in India, often father is described as 'Ana-Data' the same term used for God (provider). If we care to look beyond the human failings and at the sublime, we will catch a glimpse of the Creator.
Fathers tend to be obstinate and difficult. They are impossible to fathom, often embarrassing and exasperating us.
Still, like a noble emperor with a big yet humble heart, love and respect them. As sure as the seasons follow one another, one day each one of us will also thirst for love and understanding.
Actually, 'Everyday is 'Fathers Day'