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Let me share a beautiful episode with you from Amitabh Bachchan’s life –

Why was I born?” a young Amitabh Bachchan once angrily asked his father. The latter’s reaction is something the Big B still carries with him.

This is how young Amitabh expresses an experience with his father –

“The disciplined regimentation of boarding school has often been replaced by the free spirit of independence as one enters university. Parental control seemingly diminishes. Yes, there is respect and answerability but not as severe.
The campus has a diverse and varied section of alumni. Discussion and debate prevail. The state of the nation, politics, society, morality, existentialism, life — just about every conceivable subject worthy of putting your mind to, is debated. There is added pressure of the future. Peer pressure puts the responsibility of not just being able to stand on your own feet, but also the responsibility of keeping the rest of the family on your shoulders.

And that is when it happens! Frustration! The avenues and opportunities open to the youth today, in an economically liberated India, were absent in the late 50s and early 60s. After graduation what? Where to find a job? What job? How? When? And the idealism and debate and the coffee-house banter soon convert into anger. The anger of not knowing what to do with ourselves. You look for answers. You turn to those who may have them. And in one ‘enlightened’ moment you get the answer from a fellow sufferer. “Why were we brought into this world? To suffer.” That’s it! We should never have been brought into this world. Judgment passed.

Angered, frustrated, strengthened and armed with unreasonable thought, I walked into my father’s study one evening and for the first time in my life, with choked emotion, raised my voice at him and screamed: ”

आपने हमे पैदा क्यों किया?”(“Why did you give birth to me?”)

My father, immersed as he always was in his writing, looked up at me with some initial surprise and then settled down to a more understanding posture and remained so for almost eternity. No one spoke. Not him. Not me. Not a sound. Just the measured clicking of the timepiece on his desk — and my unmeasured breathing!

When nothing came across from the parent quarter, I turned and left.

It was an uncomfortable night for me. The next morning my father walked into my room, woke me up and handed me a sheet of paper and left.

I opened it. It was a poem he had written overnight — titled

“नयी लीक” or “The New Generation” –

जिंदगी और जमाने की कश्मकश से घबराकर मेरे लड़के मुझसे पुछते हैं

‘हमे पैदा क्यों किया था?’ और मेरे पास इसका कोई जवाब नहीं हैं कि

मेरे बाप ने भी मुझसे बिना पुछे मुझे पैदा किया था और

मेरे बाप से बिना पुछे उनके बाप ने,

और मेरे बाबा से बिना पुछे उनके बाप ने,

उन्हे… जिंदगी और जमाने की कश्मकश पेहले भी थी

और अब भी हैं, शायद ज्यादा, आगे भी होगी, शायद और ज्यादा.

तुम ही नयी लीक धरना, अपने बेटों से पुछ कर उन्हे पैदा करना!

Pulled and torn by the strains of life and living 

My sons ask me 

‘Why did you give birth to us?’ 

And I do not possess an answer to this 

That even my father did not ask me before giving birth to me,

Nor my father was asked by his father

Nor my grandfather was asked by his father before being brought. 

The trials and tribulations of life and living

Were there before 

And are there now too, perhaps more 

And shall be there tomorrow, even greater. 

Why don’t you make a new beginning, a new thinking? 

Ask your sons before giving birth to them!

There are no excuses in life and no blame. Every morning is a fresh challenge. Either you learn to pick up the gauntlet and fight or learn to surrender to it. So long as there is life, there is struggle!

जब तक जीवन हैं, तब तक संघर्ष हैं,” said my father, as he lay weak and almost comatose in his bed in Prateeksha. The room is now adorned by his large framed photograph, exactly where he breathed his last. I dress his portrait with a garland of fresh flowers every day and a diya burns perpetually underneath. A few months ago, he was joined on the side by my mother’s portrait.

Every day and every moment that I pass the room as I climb the staircase to my bedroom or down from it, I stop by the door and look at both of them. And ask for strength.

It is the light of his wisdom that I endeavour to carry each day when I step out!

What a beautiful learning. Isn’t it?

Parenting young minds was never an easy task. In fact, it is becoming more and more complex by the day.
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The Author

Narendra Goidani

Narendra Goidani

Narendra Goidani, a.k.a Naren, is a dreamer and a people lover. An unshakable optimist he strives towards building a better world where everyone has a beautiful story to tell. He strongly believes that incredible parenting can change everyone human being’s life journey to something phenomenol. And that is his “Why” for building Wow Parenting.

A doting father to three dream-like kids, he brings you all his passion, insights, and lots of love in our online parenting course.

7 Comments

  1. pradip gandhi
    March 29, 2018 at 4:05 pm — Reply

    In parenting patience and proper response to there anger is very important

  2. pradip gandhi
    March 29, 2018 at 4:06 pm — Reply

    In parenting patience and proper response to there anger is very important,thnx 4 sharing

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