{"id":640,"date":"2011-05-25T02:44:50","date_gmt":"2011-05-25T02:44:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/saryuparikh.gujaratisahityasarita.org\/?p=640"},"modified":"2011-08-02T02:07:44","modified_gmt":"2011-08-02T02:07:44","slug":"a-father-to-a-son","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/saryuparikh.gujaratisahityasarita.org\/?p=640","title":{"rendered":"A Father to a Son\/story &#8220;Hug Him&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Inspired by Ambubhai\u2019s poem.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">A Father to a Son<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">O\u2019Son! You be a friend of your father.<br \/>\nHis right arm and a loyal companion,<br \/>\nA teacher and a guide,<br \/>\na steady anchor of his life.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Whenever you are sad,<br \/>\nYou ponder on his words.<br \/>\nWhat your Daddy has been saying,<br \/>\nListen with your earnest heart.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">You are a son and much younger,<br \/>\nbut he is your father and a friend.<br \/>\nHow sweet a coincidence,<br \/>\nHe is also your protector.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">The father makes you strong,<br \/>\ngives you compassion in sorrow.<br \/>\nHe instills pride and passion,<br \/>\nWhich leads you to elation.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">O\u2019Son! Give him respect,<br \/>\nwhich rightfully he commands.<br \/>\nAll your love you can give<br \/>\nwhich no doubt he deserves.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">There are many more stories<br \/>\nto remember, reminisce.<br \/>\nNo one loves you more, for sure,<br \/>\nthan your father in this world.<br \/>\n&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center\">\u0aa6\u0ac0\u0a95\u0ab0\u0abe, \u0a86\u0ab5\u0acb \u0aa5\u0a9c\u0ac7! -\u0ab6\u0abe\u0a82\u0aa4\u0abe\u0aae\u0acd\u0aac\u0ac1\u00a0\u0aa6\u0ac7\u0ab8\u0abe\u0a87<\/h2>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\u0aa4\u0ac1\u0a82 \u0aae\u0abf\u0aa4\u0acd\u0ab0 \u0aac\u0aa8\u0a9c\u0ac7\u00a0 \u0aac\u0abe\u0aaa\u0aa8\u0acb, \u0aa8\u0ac7 \u0aac\u0abe\u0aaa\u0aa8\u0acb \u0aac\u0abe\u0ab9\u0ac1 \u0aa5\u0a9c\u0ac7,<br \/>\n\u0ab5\u0abf\u0ab6\u0acd\u0ab5\u0abe\u0ab8\u0ac1 \u0ab8\u0abe\u0aa5\u0ac0\u0aa6\u0abe\u0ab0\u0aa8\u0ac7, \u0ab6\u0abf\u0a95\u0acd\u0ab7\u0a95 \u0a85\u0aa8\u0ac7 \u0aa6\u0ab0\u0acd\u0ab6\u0a95 \u0aa5\u0a9c\u0ac7!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\u0a96\u0abf\u0aa8\u0acd\u0aa8 \u0ab9\u0acb \u0aa4\u0ac1 \u0a9c\u0acd\u0aaf\u0abe\u0ab9\u0ab0\u0ac7, \u0aa4\u0ac1\u0a82 \u0aa7\u0acd\u0aaf\u0abe\u0aa8\u0aaa\u0ac2\u0ab0\u0acd\u0ab5\u0a95 \u0ab8\u0ac2\u0aa3\u0a9c\u0ac7;<br \/>\n\u0aa4\u0ac1\u0a9c \u0aac\u0abe\u0aaa\u0aa8\u0ac7, \u0a9c\u0ac7 \u0a95\u0a82\u0a87 \u0a95\u0ab9\u0ac7, \u0aa4\u0ac7 \u0ab9\u0acd\u0ab0\u0aa6\u0aaf\u0aae\u0abe\u0a82 \u0aa4\u0ac1\u0a82 \u0aa4\u0ac1\u0aa3\u0a9c\u0ac7!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\u0aa4\u0ac1\u0a82 \u0a8f\u0ab9\u0aa8\u0acb \u0a9b\u0ac7 \u0aaa\u0ac1\u0aa4\u0acd\u0ab0, \u0aaa\u0aa3 \u0aa4\u0abe\u0ab9\u0ab0\u0acb \u0a8f \u0aa4\u0abe\u0aa4 \u0a9b\u0ac7 !<br \/>\n\u0aaa\u0abe\u0ab2\u0a95 \u0aa4\u0ab9\u0abe\u0ab0\u0acb \u0a8f\u0a9c \u0a9b\u0ac7, \u0a95\u0ac7\u0ab5\u0ac0 \u0aae\u0a9c\u0abe\u0aa8\u0ac0 \u0a8f \u0ab5\u0abe\u0aa4 \u0a9b\u0ac7?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\u0aa4\u0abe\u0aa4 \u0aa4\u0acb \u0aae\u0a9c\u0acd\u0aac\u0ac2\u0aa4 \u0a95\u0ab0\u0ac7 \u0a86\u0ab6\u0acd\u0ab5\u0abe\u0ab8\u0aa4\u0acb \u0a8f \u0aa6\u0ac1\u0a83\u0a96\u0aae\u0abe\u0a82<br \/>\n\u0ab5\u0abf\u0ab6\u0acd\u0ab5\u0abe\u0ab8\u0aa4\u0acb \u0a8f \u0aa4\u0ac1\u0a9c\u0aa8\u0ac7, \u2018\u0aa8\u0ac7 \u0aaa\u0acd\u0ab0\u0ac7\u0ab0\u0aa4\u0acb \u0a8f \u0ab8\u0ac1\u0a96\u0aae\u0abe\u0a82<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\u0aae\u0abe\u0aa8 \u0aa8\u0ac7 \u0ab8\u0aa8\u0acd\u0aae\u0abe\u0aa8 \u0aa4\u0ac1\u0a82 \u0a8f\u0ab9\u0aa8\u0ac7 \u0aa6\u0ac7\u0a9c\u0ac7 \u0ab8\u0aa6\u0abe.<br \/>\n\u0aaa\u0acd\u0ab0\u0ac7\u0aae\u0aa8\u0acb \u0ab9\u0a95\u0aa6\u0abe\u0ab0 \u0a8f\u00a0\u0a9b\u0ac7, \u0ab5\u0ab9\u0ac7\u0aae \u0aa8\u0abe \u0a95\u0ab0\u0a9c\u0ac7 \u0a95\u0aa6\u0abe.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\u0a86 \u0a85\u0aa8\u0ac7\u00a0\u0a86\u0ab5\u0ac0 \u0aac\u0aa7\u0ac0 \u0ab5\u0abe\u0aa4\u0acb \u0aa4\u0ab9\u0abe\u0ab0\u0ac0 \u0a9b\u0ac7 \u0aac\u0ab9\u0ac1.<br \/>\n\u0aa4\u0ac7\u0aa5\u0ac0 \u0a9c \u0aa6\u0ac1\u0aa8\u0abf\u0aaf\u0abe \u0aa4\u0abe\u0aa4\u0aa8\u0ac7 , \u0aa8\u0abe \u0a9a\u0abe\u0ab9\u0aa4\u0ac0, \u0aa4\u0ac1\u0a82 \u0aa5\u0ac0 \u0ab5\u0aa7\u0ac1!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<\/p>\n<p><strong>Hug Him\u2026.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> A teenage son does not need  to go too far to declare his double-dare policy.\u00a0 Just his father\u2019s  presence is sufficient.\u00a0 As usual, his dad and I took him for school  clothes shopping. He was leading us through the maze of racks of weird  clothes. Whenever we made a suggestion, he did not even bother to shake  his head in response. Finally, he picked out a pair of pink shorts with  flowers on it and some similar outfits. I was just smiling at his  choices, but his father was in shock. He went on expressing his opinion  as strongly as he could but finally shook his head and walked out of the  shop. <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> On our way home, his father said, \u201cHow  could you select such strange clothes and pay so much money?\u201d The  lecture did not seem to reach its intended target, so he told me, \u201cFrom  now on I will not take him shopping &#8211; you handle it.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> If not every day, but every week for sure, there were one or two disagreements between father and son.<br \/>\n\u201cWhy do you have to buy ninety-dollar shoes when I am wearing these  perfectly fine shoes for fifteen dollars?\u201d Dad would ask.\u00a0 A good  teenager\u2019s law: you do not have to respond to any question.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> When he went to his Dad for financial advice, there was sweet harmony.  He trusted his father\u2019s judgment to secure his financial future in his  middle and high school era. He came up with an idea and requested his  father to invest in Nike\u2019s stocks for him. The profit from that  investment made the rest of his teenage years a breeze.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> He announced at the dinner table one evening, \u201cI am going to buy  tickets for upcoming NBA basketball games.\u201d\u00a0 We were aware of his loyal  craze for the Lakers and basketball.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> \u201cHow much do they cost?\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> \u201cOh! I will buy them with my money.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> \u201cHow much?\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> \u201cMaybe eight hundred bucks.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> \u201cYou have only a thousand dollars. Get ready to work after school.\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> That explanation sent him looking for some free tickets. He went to see  a game with a friend and his father. After the game, he somehow sneaked  back into the stadium because he was determined to see his favorite  team. But his ride was gone when he came out. It was close to eleven  o\u2019clock. He was smart enough to go to the guard and called home. He  said, \u201cI cannot find my friend. Please, come and get me.\u201d His father was  benevolent until he heard about the cause of his detour. <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> He was very generous about giving gifts, especially to his sister. He  surprised her with a Boom box on her sixteenth birthday. With a belief  in quality, his selections were always at high-end prices. We used to  tease him that in the store the expensive things wave at him, \u201cCome and  buy me!\u201d Many times this teenager thought that the world had started  with him, and that attitude was enough to annoy his father. An argument,  followed by a few days of the cold shoulder, would remind him that he  is not as smart as he thinks. Then a small piece of paper with a few  apologetic lines on it would exchange hands and father would treasure  that small piece of paper forever. <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> He convinced  his father to buy the car of his choice with all the trimmings. His  father always reminded him, \u201cOn Father\u2019s Day, I had to buy this car for  my son.\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> One night, the teenager, his sister,  and her friend had gone out for dinner.\u00a0 Around ten o\u2019clock we got a  call. Our daughter said, \u201cOn our way home, brother was driving. There  has been a horrible accident. We are okay, but my friend is seriously  injured and I am with her at the hospital. He is at a near-by gas  station, finishing up with the police.\u201d We both hurriedly went to the  location of the accident. The car was towed away and everything was  quiet. He was standing near the door of the store all alone. I was  sitting in the passenger seat. I was not in tune with his lonely  feelings and expected him to come and sit in the car. <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> From the driver\u2019s seat, his father was looking at him with moist eyes  and I heard his warm voice tell me, \u201cGo and give him a hug.\u201d <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> The depth of this love connection is immeasurable.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> Youth is a beautiful time, and it spirals between three facets of a  teen\u2019s life: Love, Rebellion and Freedom.\u00a0 In this relationship, I saw  love prevail every time.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> &#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Inspired by Ambubhai\u2019s poem. A Father to a Son O\u2019Son! You be a friend of your father. His right arm and a loyal companion, A teacher and a guide, a steady anchor of his life. Whenever you are sad, You ponder on his words. What your Daddy has been saying, Listen with your earnest heart. 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