Friday, 19 June 2015

Tribute to a Refugee

Hunger conspicuous
By his sunken cheeks
And protruding skulls;
Rivulets of cold sweats
Down his brows
Falling like rancid whey.

Hordes of humans
Discarded in hostile lands;
Boats of innocent beings
Dealt with unfair hands.

Agony written large on her face,
Her vision blurred
And dreams cruelly curbed;
Cheated at home
And shunned abroad
No place to call her own!

Long marches of pained hearts
With placards and bands,
Squatters of chaste faces
Facing ugly hands.

Eyes starring into the horizon
Subduing the weeping him
For a crime not done;
Gulping poignant tears 
And fiery ire
For sympathy is unknown.

Increasing number of god’s very beings
Wondering who might he or she be;
In the company of millions alike,

Yonder cries a lone refugee.

Friday, 5 June 2015

Happiness - A Micro Perspective

Background
Generally speaking, the ultimate goal of a human being is to maximize his/her happiness. Pursuit of happiness is an important human behaviour. However, economists, social scientists, psychologists and intellectuals are baffled about how to measure happiness. What constitutes happiness has been an area of serious provocation and studies by economists and social scientists. In recent years, the factors causing happiness and the tools and techniques of measuring happiness have been a cause for much debate. However, one thing has been firmly established – that the traditional concept of development as measured by Gross National Product is one sided and at best only shows one aspect of growth. International organizations such as the United Nations have long recognized the inadequacy of GNP to measure human happiness and have included parameters such as human development to measure the progress (or the lack of it!) of a nation. Closer home, we have our own Gross National Happiness (GNH), initially propounded by our 4th king, His Majesty Jigme Singye Wangchuck.   

Purpose: In this essay I would like to delve into the essence of happiness from a micro perspective by looking at certain factors, which I think, contribute to the happiness of an individual. Understanding individual happiness is crucial because a society is but a sum total of individuals.

Subjectivity: Happiness, to my mind, is highly subjective. What defines or constitutes happiness differs from individual to individual. Within an individual it differs from time to time. Human beings have different tastes and preferences; they are also driven by different ambitions and aspirations in life. Life of a human being is nothing but an exploratory journey. Man undergoes this journey choosing the kind of vehicle he likes and the type of road he prefers. Happiness, therefore, is relative to his aspirations and state of mind. To some people in Myanmar, happiness is, unfortunately, about chasing the Rohingyas out of the country; to a Rohingya, happiness is finding the first square feet of land after an arduous boat journey seeking refuge.

A. H Maslow in his theory of the hierarchy of human needs suggests that all human efforts are motivated by a need to satisfy certain basic human needs. Maslow informs us that the satisfaction of physiological needs such as hunger and sleep are the most basic needs of human beings. For without basic physical comfort and well-being, man cannot proceed onwards to fulfill his other needs such as need for self-esteem and need for power. After the basic needs are fulfilled human beings are not necessarily motivated by money and more money alone.

Livelihood: A source of steady income is important for livelihood and basic happiness. A state of unemployment is certainly not a happy state to be in. When the evening meal is not a certainty simply because what you have been taught in your higher secondary school is not good enough to earn you a plate of rice and ema-datshi[1], life becomes an ordeal. Happiness amongst the unemployed merely becomes a word understood as an antonym for sad. We don’t need Maslow to tell us that a hungry man is an angry man. Only when people are able to fulfill their basic needs such as hunger and social security and are free from fear would they be able to appreciate the importance of larger collective issues such as environmental protection and cultural promotion.

 Parental care: Parental care is crucial for an effective upbringing of children. A good parental drive leads to proper parental care and upbringing, which in turn brings out the best in children and human beings. As a parent of two young sons, I often wonder about their education, their future and their lives beyond their parents. I believe that parents need to be good role models for their children. Becoming a parent is easy for it is merely a biological function. However, becoming good parents requires much more; it requires discipline, transparency, diligence and empathy. It is, therefore, important for us to teach our children to appreciate what we have and not to crave for what is unattainable.






Money and wealth: Money, no doubt, is an important determinant of happiness. However, it doesn’t mean that money alone can bring happiness or for that matter more money would mean more happiness. Today’s children, especially in towns and urban centers are a happy-go-lucky lot.  For many students in Thimphu, Bhutan (as in many parts of the so-called developed world) who go to private schools in four wheel drives and SUVs driven by their parents, school is just an extension of the good life that they have at home. For such children, who go to bed with their smart phones and wake up to the call of their iPads, school has long ceased to be a necessity. For them school has rather become an inconvenience – a hindrance to the celebratory lifestyle that they live at home. These children of rich and educated parents are definitely happier than, say, the three siblings in Trashigang who live in a makeshift hut because their father is undergoing medical treatment in Thimphu and there is no one to look after them.  If we compare these two groups of children, both need money to be ‘happy’. While the Trashigang destitute need money to buy their basic needs, the rich urban children need a lot of money to maintain their exalted level of existence.

Social security and network: Man is one of the most social of all animals; very few one can live in isolation and in seclusion. We need support from family and friends to enable us to realize our full potential in whatever we choose to do.  Social security is an important requirement and it forms a crucial instrument of survival. The ability of an individual to understand the opportunities and challenges of the environment that he or she lives in and to be able to adapt to that environment is fundamental. In a way, one has to resort to some kind of a SWOT analysis to fully understand the strengths, weaknesses, opportunities and threats faced. An individual is better able to survive in today’s cutthroat competitive world if he is able to adapt to the society within the limitations of his strengths and weaknesses. At the same time, the individual should be able to realize his/her strengths and opportunities and use them to stand out and make positive contributions to the society. 

Without support from members of our family and friends, it would not be possible for us to receive the much-needed feedback on our daily activities. Feedback is said to be the breakfast of champions. And without support, feedback, criticism, appraisal and evaluation from members of our family and friends, it would be difficult to undertake and achieve anything. Depending on his interest, man continuously looks for ways in which he can learn something new, create something new and different, visit new places, etc. In all his endeavors man looks for recognition for something he does. The recognitions he receives propel him forward and set him on a new path, to new and higher levels of creativity and achievement.

Ethics and aesthetics: People practice different trades and vocations to earn their livelihoods. However, people with a higher aesthetic sense tend to execute given tasks more efficiently and with a better visual impact. Take a simple case of electrical house wiring – some electricians tend to give a better finish to their jobs. In the process they not only perform the core function of electrification but also do it more beautifully. When you perform a job to the better satisfaction of who you are doing it for, it definitely enhances your own sense of achievement. Similarly, people do different kinds of business, essentially to make money. However, while making money they must be mindful of their social responsibilities and adhere to norms and laws. Ethical conducts in businesses, as in other walks of life, give you better peace of mind and societal acceptance. This contributes to happiness.

Environment: A growing number of our people are caught in rural-urban drift, in some cases leading to family rifts.  In our towns, when you wake up in the morning, the first sight and sound that greet you are the yelps of scabies ridden pups feeding on the dead corpse of their mother.  As a Buddhist, who believes in universal love and care for all sentient beings, your emotions are hugely challenged by such sights and sounds.

Parents, especially in urban areas, face an increasingly uphill task in bringing up their children. Bringing up children to be well fed, well dressed and well schooled is a huge challenge in itself. Some parents face the additional challenge of bringing up their children and wards free of harmful drugs, free from the scourge of aids, and free from any association with other social maladies. Parents dread to see the day their two year old, who was lovingly fed on imported malted food, grow up to sniff dendrite or petrol. The environment you live in affects happiness.

Religion and culture: Unfortunately, religion is not a word understood uniformly universally; it is multipronged and its meaning and connotations vary from place to place and person to person. Religion, culture and traditional values need to be carefully filtered and offered to our youth as a positive and potent tonic. Cultural and traditional values thrust upon the throat of our youth become bitter pills to swallow. The growing polarity of culture between our traditional etiquettes and the hip-hop Facebook generation of today must be taken up as an opportunity to educate our youth and not as another crime worthy of assault and impingement. The youths who fail to appreciate that sniffing dendrite is a crime, will find it hard to understand when told what to wear!

A sound practice of religion and cultural values definitely enhances the inner peace of a person. Achieving inner peace is not always easy, faced as we are with worldly longings and worries. A higher per capita religious attachment bodes not only well for the individuals but also for the country and the society at large. Even hardcore atheist economists have accepted that religion can play a positive role in economic development. Inner peace is like amrita, the ultimate elixir of life. However, individuals, leaders and policy makers must be able to understand the pluralities in our society and forge ways in which together everyone achieves more. Doing so will ensure that religion and culture will not become flaring points leading to invasions and conflicts as in the Middle East, but the cushion of societal cohesion as in many parts of the world.    

To the five year old Syrian girl, happiness comes from her prayers to stay safe from collateral damage of inter-faith war.  When a young child raises her hand in surrender at the sight of a photographer aim his lens at her, we know that humanity has failed. To her happiness is not about any pillar or any domain. When your bare survival is at stake as you hide in the basement of a bomb-ridden butt of a building, theoretical pillars are a luxury.

Conclusion: Happiness is elusive. To some extent happiness is like the proverbial pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. The closer we move towards it, the farther it moves - the bars are raised, efforts are made to accomplish it at a higher level and the struggle continues. The only thing constant about happiness is the pursuit of happiness!  



[1] Literally chili and cheese – the staple Bhutanese dish eaten with rice

Monday, 11 May 2015

Message to my mother on Mother's Day

Happy Mother’s Day Mom! Today you are 80 years or thereabout old. You have been in eternal bliss and away from me for forty years. During the last four decades, I have continually looked for ways to reach you. I am told that your two eldest sons gave you a solemn farewell complete with the citation of the holy vedas, offering of pindas and largesse to Brahmins, as per the Hindu Sanatan Dharma you had instilled in us. I was yet to receive my sacred thread and my resume was considered incomplete to participate in the rituals. As a young skinny boy, hardly six, I probably watched, from the sidelines, my brothers perform the thirteen-day valediction rituals.  As you bade us bye, my little innocence was busy munching cucumbers and playing hide and seek with my cousins.  

Mom, since then I have always imagined you in the small meditations and mindfulness exercises I do, whenever I wake up early. At times, on my wife’s behest, I ring a bell in front of our small family altar. I believe you hear us, don’t you? However, without a face, it has always been very difficult, mom, to connect to you. Whenever I want to meet you, I substitute you through the face of your second elder sister and often through your second youngest daughter – for I am told that they resemble you the most. By the way, mom, your sister has set out to meet you. It has been almost a year and I believe you are together now.    

Today, I thought I would try a postmodern method to get across my love to you. Mom, you know what, now, they have something called Facebook and many other facilities to send messages directly to the intended. One young and chic looking American man, who looks a bit like Thuliama’s son, Devi Charan, invented it and it works wonder. I am posting this message there, for you to like. I know you didn’t go to school and probably do not understand English. No matter, mom, they say that the language of love is universal. Kindly use this language to get to my message.

Thank you very much for bringing me into this world, mom. Do you remember the day you begot me? I believe it was a hot summer day that I decided to emerge out of you after nine month’s of nestling in your warmth. I am told that the weather was so hot that you had chosen to remain outside the house for most of that day. After running several other household chores you had gone to the horse stable to clean it. Typical of the customs of our village at the time, you were not spared from doing your usual jobs, most of them tedious, even on your expected delivery date. At the stable, I am told, on a heap of semi-chewed horse fodder you delivered me. Is this true, mom?

When I first went to school, the school headmaster asked me my age. I didn’t know what to say. My uncle (remember your dewar, mom?), who was with me that day didn’t know either! He scratched his head, half closed his eyes and quickly connived. He recollected things in a flash. ‘Sir, this one was born when the peach trees were in full fruit.’ The teacher and ‘kaka’ then bent the knuckles of their fingers and together agreed that I was born in July. As for date, it was the teacher’s call. He assigned me with one – the 26th of July. Don’t feel bad for this, mom, for I am not the lone victim of this game. In our part of the world, the age of boys and girls from my generation and generations before me, was mostly approximated. It was like the value of pi –not exact. Illiterate parents and elders who had no written records to fall on depended on circumstantial evidences and elements to fix birthdays for their children. So when children came of age and parents decided to send them to school, age of a child always came up for a roundtable sort of discussions, between the teacher, the to-be-taught and the parents. My kaka must be correct, for even Facebook reminds me of my birthday every 26th of July.

Everyone is fine here, mom. Of course, you know that your youngest daughter bade us goodbye about sixteen years after you left.  Thuliama had taken good care of her after your departure. She had grown up to be a sweet beautiful girl. Please giver her my love.  Your eldest son from your first partner is fine. He has grown a bit old now. He is very ambitious and always dreams of making a lot of money. While in Neoly he tried marketing all kinds of obscure things like black ginger and magical plants. He loves me a lot and remembers you fondly. He is in Buffalo City, USA, should you like to contact him. Remember, mom, you had an additional daughter? Although she is dad’s daughter, you reared her as your own. In fact, she was the only one who received your tutelage and care into her teen. To the rest of us, particularly to me, she took your place after you. Thanks to her as well as my other female siblings, I received a lot of maternal care, near maternal. Dictionary and relationship formulary may not allow me to call it maternal, but it was; it may be sisterly or ‘sisternal’, but very fine. 

Your second son Damber has grown up to be gem of a person. He lives in Thimphu, Bhutan. Although he is bald, a bit like an American eagle, he looks robust and handsome.  He doesn’t have that runny nose and skeletal looks anymore. I believe dad had wanted him to be a doctor.  With an MBBS and an MPhil in medical psychiatry, he has proven dad’s prophesy right. He is doing very well for himself. He even knows how to manage postnatal complications. Wish he were there forty years ago to help you with that fatal placenta retention, mom. You have two grandchildren from him, both adorable kids. Your second daughter Chhai lives in in the USA today. If kaka had not removed her from school soon after your departure, she would be a world leader today. Like hundreds of other people, socio-geo-political complications forced her out of Neoly Bhutan two decades and a half ago. A beauty and brain in one package, she has four twinkling daughters and a dashing son.

Your third daughter Radha didn’t grow very tall, but can call the world her home. Like maili didi, she has resettled in the USA and enjoys being there. She has a very caring husband and, today, spends her days taking care of her granddaughter and watching fake wrestling matches on television. These wrestling matches, mom, show huge oiled up men and women in underpants beat each other in turn. I don’t know whey saili didi likes this, for she is a docile being. She has two handsome sons, happily settling down in life. Last year she wrote a very poignant eulogy in yours and dad’s memory. She read it out from Virginia, USA, while daju and I cried in front of our laptop over Skype.  As your next child, I am fine. After you left me, I had a difficult time adjusting to the new home and new life. Kaka was challenged having to take care of seven of us in addition to five of his own. Food was not good and once I even suffered from night blindness and nearly had to spend a night at the neighbour’s field toilet. Not to worry, mom. I have overcome that and have come a long way in life.  Today, I even have a LinkedIn account, where scores of professionals have recommended me for various business management skills. I have also not gotten into any serious bad habit. I chewed doma for sometime, but quit before I fell into halitosis. I do social drinking, but usually one tall can of lager is enough. Today, I work in Druk Holding & Investments, the largest company in Bhutan and they call me Associate Director. I work as a management consultant and advise companies on manpower planning and organisational structuring. As you might guess, I understood manpower rightsizing and organisational issues rather early in life. We were a family of about twenty and as we sat on the kitchen floor yoga style for dinner, hierarchy was important, the line of command was clear and the channel of communication only one way - top down! Given the socio-political complications I may never become a full director, but I continue to bide my time, mom. I have a small family of my own – a lovely wife and two smart boys. My only daughter has been with you since 2011. Give her my love. 

Kamala, your fourth daughter, is a tiny, but exuberant woman. She lives in Daifam; remember Nalapada, where you and dad used to rear a farm of cows and buffaloes? Daifam is not far from there. She has three grown up and caring sons and an elderly husband, who is much improved from his initial slightly wayward manners. Rest of her siblings love her a lot and wherever we can and she needs, we help her out with little bit of moral and financial support. Your second youngest daughter is also in Thimphu. She is an agriculturist and shows farmers how to grow oilseeds. We used to grow a lot of mustard in Nainatal, mom. Hema would have been a real help if you were around today. Hema, everyone says, resembles you the most. So, whenever daju and I want to meet you, we go to her place and look at her. She is stern, but loveable. I believe you were also stern and once, during a quarrel, picked up dad and wrestled him to the floor. They say dad was small built like me, is that so? Hema has a daughter, very charming and tall and a son, who is a bit shy, but brilliant. He can do the Rubik Cube in 28 seconds and his cousins are envious of him. He is the only grandson of yours who can do that. The rest are struggling to complete the Rubic in a day even after rummaging through Google and YouTube. 


Wherever you are, I feel you are watching down on my siblings and me just like Mufasa watched over Simba in The Lion King - that cute cartoon movie! Thanks to your timeless blessings, deathbed wishes and, perhaps, the heavenly blessings, all of your children are fine.  When you and dad left, seven months apart, forty years ago everyone in our village thought god and humanity had failed. Everyone cried and everyone prayed for you and for us. Today, some of them are even jealous of us – as you have been at peace for long and we, your children, have enjoyed a fair amount of success in life, so far. I hope to meet you one day. Until then, good-bye and a Very Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! My regards to dad; please tell him I will Skype him on Father’s Day!

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Post-Election Stress Syndrome

Ladies queueing up to cast their vote

Bhutan went to the polls on July 13, 2013 and voted to power the opposition – People’s Democratic Party (PDP). The erstwhile ruling party – Druk Phuensum Tshogpa (DPT) will be the reluctant shadow to the government.
An election often brings out major changes. If the incumbent party returns to power, there won’t be major changes. However, major changes can be expected if the opposition who has been baying for blood for the last 5 years wins an election. After all, nothing can affect the citizenry more than a change in government.
Politicians are wont to make promises and pledges during the electioneering period. Sometimes, it sounds and reads like a competition of who can promise louder, never mind the do-ability and implementability of pledges. The newness and relevance of the pledges provide the clues for change. 
The Bhutanese electorate is maturing rapidly, but it is still naïve and emotion laden. This is evident from the victory it handed out to DPT in the primaries and the drubbing it bestowed on the ruling party in the general elections – both within a time period of about six weeks. Ever heard of a better voter swing?
No matter who wins an election, the counting of the ballot is usually followed by emotional let down and explosive reactions. The shaping up of events after July 13 must be seen in this light. How politicians react and behave after the final results separate the leaders from the rest. In such cases, the opposite of leader is not follower. When all followers vie for the limited leadership space, both the leader and his followers behave more like a pack of hungry hyenas. Just like the loud-mouthed animals that move in packs and eat rotten, the vanquished in an election start laughing (i.e crying) very loudly. The idea is to gather all the like-minded together and try and snatch the kill from the tiger! It is a common and basic advise that if you want to be a leader you got to act like one. You can’t act like a hyena and aspire to be the lion. 
The moment after the ballots are counted can be overwhelming to many, especially the aged, the over-involved, and the self-perceived invincible. It is then that we hear of highly prophetic views as, ‘the unimaginable happened’. Anyone who cannot imagine his own defeat is least prepared for victory. He reeks of arrogance and is highly impolite to his opponent who beat him.
Actually you don’t fault politicians for the way they behave and communicate after losing an election. They are struck by, what psephologists and behavioral scientists call the ‘Post-Election Stress Syndrome. The disease seems to renders losers quite incapable and depraved of the grey matter in the aftermath of an election.
Within a short span of democratic traditions, Bhutan has already experienced a highly stressful election because of numbing news fatigue and continual media over-exposure. Yet, one worries that the real problems may be yet to come. Personal anxiety, professional panic and poorly thought out decisions may be on the horizon regardless of the campaign period high mood.
The heat is yet to subside and the dust has not fully settled on Bhutan’s second parliamentary elections. Has it taken rather long?  The day after tomorrow on the auspicious nineteenth day of the sixth month of the water female snake year, His Majesty the King will formally pronounce Tshering Tobgay as the second prime minister of democratic Bhutan by offering the sacred dakyen. Soon after that, the cabinet will be announced and the new government will be raring to go. One hopes that the reluctance of the DPT to sit as the opposition party will have fully dissipated by then and that it will be ready to support PDP to steer our land into the next strategic 5 years. The PDP, DPT, you, I, and indeed all the Bhutanese people will have a role to play. We are a team and together everyone achieves more!

Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Parents, Nature and the Future...


My two boys with their cousins Adeep & Eshan
I often take long evening walks with my wife and our two children. We are proud parents of two young boys aged eight and four years. As parents we often worry about them – their education, desires and ambitions and the values they learn. I wonder about what my eight year old son thinks when we go on such walks or what rummages through the mind of my four year old. 

On one such evening walk the sky was slightly overcast with a smattering of white and grey clouds over long patches of blue. My elder son pointed to the blue in the distant sky and asked me, “dad, what is that?” I encouraged him to find the answer by himself. “Think about it”, I told him. After a few seconds he answered, “Sea”!

My wife merely smiled at him. As a doting young mother, she neither wanted to correct her son nor wanted to reprimand him for being silly. I took up the job and explained to my son that the blue in the sky was nothing but sky itself. He looked at me with disbelief. He wrinkled his brows and looked one more time at his ‘sea’. Taking the geography lesson further, I told him that seas are a meeting place for many rivers. Bhutan is a landlocked mountainous country and the majority of its people have not seen a sea. To people living in the mountains, seas are in the sky, in the tiny imagination of a child or even the matured fantasy of an adult.  

“Where is the sea, then?” my son continued. “Can we go to see one?” I drew an impromptu map on the footpath and showed him where we were as a country. “Look, this country south of us which looks like a taproot is India. And on the shores of India we can find the sea”.

I remember the first time I actually touched seawater was when I was attending an international training programme on rural development at Pataya, Thailand. I think it was the South China Sea. As I cupped up some water in my hands I had been disappointed. The water in my hand was not blue but grey, brown and dirty. “Where is the blue sea?” I had wondered as I surveyed the coast of the polluted sea.

In the mountains we feel much closer to nature and everything that comes with it – worms, insects, beetles, butterflies, birds, animals, grass, bush, trees and mountain after mountain. In my country religion is a way of life and mountains are everywhere; where one mountain ends another one begins. And religion and nature have a common path and a peaceful co-existence. We name our mountains and highlands after gods and goddesses. Gods and goddesses in turn protect our mountains, passes, valleys and the wild. There is a reverence between man and nature!

In Bhutan going on a picnic means sharing food with the birds and the monkeys. I often feel sorry for the many men, women and children around the world who have not seen a tree in the wild, touched a beetle as it claws its way out of the dung, seen a bird carry twigs to build a nest on the areca nut tree, or fed rice husks to the tiny tadpoles and school of fish in the mountain streams.  

My son is in standard III. He has seen nature from a close range. He has heard nature in its natural tone not just through the narrations in the National Geographic channel. He has seen monkeys jump from tree to tree and not squeak in tiny rusted iron cages in the zoos. He has seen birds fly about in full regalia and not merely flap their wings at the call of the jester in the park. He has even seen a snake when one crossed our path on our way back home after visiting my sister in the village. Last December I took him on a vacation to the neighbouring Indian town. There we saw a motley crowd gathered around a bearded man playing on his gourd pipe and a grey snake slithering around in apparent dance steps. My son was scared of the snake and terrified of the charmer.  

However, my son has not seen the world. His world begins at home and ends at his school classroom. He has recently been introduced to map reading as a part of his environmental studies. He now knows that there are many more countries besides Bhutan. He recognizes the map of North America when I show him a slightly flattened photocopied version of the map; for that is how his teacher introduced the map in the class. He finds it hard to understand that in many parts of the world people drink water from a bottle. He finds it amusing that cows in other parts of the world deliver condensed, powdered or packaged milk for he has seen the cows in our village give white and delicious liquid.

Lately, my elder son has started showing interests in news and current affairs. As with most child of his age, he watches a lot of television. Although Cartoon Network with its myriad of characters and Pokemons is his favourite, he often ventures into Natural Geographic and Animal Planet. At times he is compelled to sit over BBC and CNN with me. He finds an analogy in much of what is shown, be it CNN or Animal Planet. “In your news I see that people are killing other people. In Animal Planet, I find one animal killing another”. He looks at me. I know he is looking for an answer.

Today my son cornered me again. He asked me, “dad, what is earthquake?” I said “earthquake is a shaking of the earth…” He folded his tiny eyes, looked at me curiously and asked, “How does it happen?” Now, I have forgotten my twelfth standard geography except for the formation of an oxbow lake. “Don’t worry”, I said, “you will learn about it in your class five or six...” He was not convinced. He wanted to know then and there. I was caught on the wrong side of my intelligence. This was not the first time either. He did it the day-before when he wanted my analysis on the content of the TV channels. Within 72 hours he caught me napping twice. How long can this pretension go? How far can I be a hypocrite? How long do I pretend to be a walking enclyclopaedia??  I quickly gathered my composure and said, “I don’t know. I have forgotten the details…”  

I know he was not satisfied with my stance. I have a feeling that from that day he has begun to realize that his old father doesn’t know everything after all. To an eight year old, his father is the epitome of knowledge and a reservoir of answers. Last month when my son asked me a question and I was unable to answer, he had remarked quite dryly: ‘didn’t your teacher teach you about this?” At his age he is able to find answers to most things that he needs to know from his teachers. He would expect that I would have been taught everything by now. I think at the end of the day, it is better for your son to realize that his father is no know-all fellow. I feel much better since the day I decided to give up.