Unscripted Truth — Yes, I am a Father

         Moms are Great. I miss my Mom, she used to take care of me a lot. I didn't saw my Father much. He was always out, busy in his life.

These were the words of a Man in his late 50s. Speaking these words, tears came out of his eyes. We live in a world where Men are not allowed to CRY. They simply cannot. They don't have emotions of that kind, Anger is much associated with Men but not Tears...

I felt sad for the young Boy in that 50 year old, but even more sad understanding that he's never gonna receive same amount of love, warmth and remembrance from his kids, being a FATHER not a Mother.

This is how it goes on. Years in and out, Men usually would leave home early in the Morning, earning bread and butter for their family. Large fractions of Women would stay home, involved in Household care and upbringing of child. The Father would then come back home in the evening.

Mothers spend practically double the time with their Children as compared to Fathers, if we set aside the sleeping hours. This is a Fact. And during these precious hours, we see their smile, their tears, their daily struggles, their happiness, fight within the family, and so on...

Father, my Dad, what about him. I see him in the evening, he would ask about my studies, my needs, then he would be busy in his own world of neighbours, relatives, mobile, TV, etc. Sometimes, he would be out of home in the evening too, enjoying parties, marriage functions and attending funerals. He is a practical person with a well settled life, who get a chance for daily outdoor life while my Mom is trapped in these boundary walls of home. Her sacrifices...

Sacrifices! I haven't seen my Dad doing that. The prime reason for low attachment, I never saw his struggle.

How did he managed outside ?  

How did he earned money ? 

What he tolerated at workplace, just to earn money for his kids ?  

Dreams that he left behind ?

Pain behind the Tears that never came out ? 

And most heartening true sacrifice of being deprived of those lovely hours of their kids...just because, if I don't earn what will they eat, what will they wear, their life, their comfort. 

Mothers are all Good. They do a great job whether working for earning money or building sweet home. Even I love my Mom a lot more than my Father, just like that Man in his 50s. But his Tears made me believe that we are not gonna be as Lucky as our Moms and life partners, just for the simple reason that we are Dad.

Just like he said, we will be remembered roughly by our kids as a person not much attached to, my struggles will never find a print on their HEARTS, my Tears will never be a TRUTH, my Struggle will always be a MYTH...

I would yet do it again and again for my lovely Kids. 

Yes, I am a Father.