Daddy. Tuhin Sinha
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Blink and miss!
Guard against secondary drowning
Our tryst with separation anxiety
An Expert Take—by Dr. Seema Hingorrany
22. Keeping the Little One Entertained
With a little help from friends
Power of age-old story telling
Don’t panic! This too shall pass
An Expert Take—by Dr. Santanu Sen
An Expert Take—by Dr. Ninad Hebbalkar
How to find the perfect school
Section G: A CASE FOR INVOLVED FATHERHOOD
25. Fatherhood across Generations
If I Had My Child to Raise Over Again
Fathers Interviewed for the Book
As I dwell upon what has been the most beautiful phase of my life, I feel blessed to have enjoyed the unflinching support of several kind-hearted souls who shared my joys and sorrows through this journey. Some of these relationships were inherited; others formed, often unsuspectingly, at different stages of life. The inherited relationships constitute what we call family, while the acquired ones include my circle of friends.
They say birth, death and marriages are made in heaven. What that implies is that we were destined to be born to a certain set of parents, marry a certain man or woman, and have a certain being as our son or daughter. While we choose our friends, the people with whom we’re closest to were perhaps always meant to be a part of our lives. An invisible, divine force plays a crucial role in determining these relationships.
The Hindu religion accords great reverence to our lineage. An important ritual in most of our pujas is to pay homage to our forefathers. The last five ancestral fathers in a family are invoked by the priest through chants and prayers and their blessings sought. I have always felt a strange kinship with those names, most of whom I have never seen or met. I don’t know what they looked like; how different their lives were from the ones we lead today and yet, I know that I am in this world because of them. I owe my existence to the vast lineage to which my forefathers and I belong. So while documenting my journey forward, I feel a strong urge to thank them for taking their generations ahead. They form the foundation of my being, my values and my beliefs.
In addition to the reverence that I have always had for my father, about whom I talk later in detail, I also greatly admire four other father figures who are worthy of emulation. Each of them belong to a different world—mythology, literature, sports and films. Their lives are a true celebration of fatherhood.
These are the stories of Nandaraj and his foster son Krishna,