Help Me! My Father is a Bhakt

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Help Me! My Father is a Bhakt

Illustration: Shruti Yatam


here was a point not too long ago when the most serious conversation my father had with me was about how kids these days need to stop listening to Beyoncé and appreciate some real music. This would usually happen before I’d be forced to sit through a 25-minute tabla solo. From music, the conversation would move into other things that kids today are bad at – not saving money, not waking up early – but it never really escalated into an argument, mostly because he referred to Beyoncé as “Bouncy” and no one can keep a straight face after that.

That was back in 2013, when things were simpler. We weren’t fully aware of Arnab Goswami and Times NOW’s existence, and political opinions were simply mini-rants about the government ignoring potholes and trash. There were no sides to take; we were united in our disdain of what we considered bad governance. When the news channels would run stories about scams we’d eat dinner and nod along with the anchors, stating just the facts at each other: “There is a government. It has done a scam.”