Our trip to Varanasi had a singular objective. It was all about bonding beyond the realms of a relationship as a father and son. The idea was to discover what is missing in our relationship and start working towards reinforcing the missing links, so that we evolve as matured adults in our respective roles in fortifying our relationship. The journey started on the 9th of June, 2016. By 5.00 pm in the evening, we had packed our bags and ready to start this interesting journey.
We reached Varanasi on the morning of 10th June, 2016 and checked into our hotel.
Our hotel was located at a quaintly named, Englishiya Line close to the cantonment and the railway junction. It has remained the way since the British left with their Raj, leaving no trace of anything British, off course! The hotel has a decent review across the digital portals of Trivago, Bookings and the TripAdvisor and was fairly living up to its reputation of a 4 star user review. The breakfast (buffet), morning newspaper, trave…
I had received this communication from the HR department, asking
for a self nomination to a workshop titled Work Life Balance.
sessions to me have been those out of turn days, when you are paid to be on a
leave and very importantly no phone calls. At the end of the session, it was
all about wielding the most powerful weapon while filling up the Feedback form.
Trainer would have by them undetaken many tedious tactics, throughout the
session, to ensure that the participants rate and rank the session most
The learning had very little to offer when it required me to go back
to work from the next day and thus the feedback on the session was a cursory
end of day attendance, after a sumptuous lunch at a five star address.
time the training module sounded very different. There was a brief on the
trainer and a write-up. What to expect out of the session? It proclaimed that
the session was designed to help the participants strike a fine balance between
In five months from now, he turns to be an adult,
I discovered my parenthood with his birth and named him Anweshan.
It was such an amazing feeling looking at him, squirming in the hands of the obstetrician
when the Doctor called for his father. The day was 29th of November,
1998 at 5.08 pm (Sunday). While, there were a handful of people around me,
immersed in their own merriment, I was immobile with an overwhelming feeling of
the obvious, the duty to raise a child, the responsibility to groom
him to be self reliant and successful and the pride unbound, of having procreated
a progeny to perpetuate.
The raising of my son was fraught with my own limitations.
When look at those days today, the priority was to create sanity out
of limitless expectations from all those folks, who would eventually matter
only at the social occasions. Their omnipresence would have been missed if they
did not pin point the presence of the obvious, called a tradition. Anything
that remained unquali…