This proverb describes the exact moment someone desperately searches for an excuse to validate their own pre-existing agenda — and the system hands them the perfect opportunity to justify it.
Yesterday, June 21st, the calendar handed the social media timeline a rare structural filter. Reading Day, Yoga Day and Father's Day — all three on the same date. If you scrolled through your feeds, you witnessed a fascinating exercise in selective memory.
Reading Day
Celebrated. Posts. Tributes. Hashtags.
Yoga Day
Celebrated. Photos. Events. Coverage.
Father's Day
Quietly erased. Missing. Absent.
The digital ecosystem — largely driven by fashionable activist narratives — exploded with posts celebrating books and wellness. It was exactly what they wanted to push (രോഗി ഇച്ഛിച്ചതും), and the calendar gave them the perfect prescription (വൈദ്യൻ കൽപിച്ചതും). The third event — Father's Day — was absent. Not forgotten. Absent.
The Modus Operandi of Selective Extraction
This is not an emotional complaint about a missing greeting card. This is a clinical observation of a deeper pattern — a systematic, growing cultural trend aimed at suppressing and minimising the male role in the family structure, even as society comfortably consumes the safety and infrastructure built entirely by their hands.
When Mother's Day arrives, the timeline flows with emotional tributes. And rightly so — the nurturing foundation of a mother is irreplaceable. But the modern narrative operates on a troubling double standard. It isolates the mother's sacrifices for social validation while deliberately boxing the father into an adversarial, cold, mechanical role — treating him as a transactional wallet or an unnecessary relic of the past.
A mother, a father, and siblings are not isolated, competing factions. They are deeply integrated nodes in the exact same human lifecycle.
The mother's nurturing environment and the father's silent, protective boundary are two halves of the same engine. You cannot selectively tear out one node to feed an ideological trend without causing the entire foundational architecture of the family to collapse.
Graciousness vs. Ingratitude
There is a painful irony in watching comfortable voices use smartphones on secure networks to post narratives meant to diminish men — while enjoying a world constructed, secured and maintained by the silent, gruelling labour of fathers, brothers and sons.
The roads we drive on, the electricity running our homes, the security that lets us sleep at night — these are advantages offered graciously by the sweat of a generation they are now quick to dismiss. They happily consume the fruits while actively trying to axe the root.
They mistake a corporate-sponsored calendar date for actual value. The truth is, people who rely on a 24-hour social media holiday to show affection are usually the ones lacking real, everyday grounding.
My Father Is Not a Hashtag
I do not need a designated corporate Sunday to remember my father. He is not a trend, a hashtag, or an algorithm update.
He is my structural pillar, my defining anchor, and my role model until my last breath. That respect does not belong on a fleeting WhatsApp status. It is integrated into my daily execution, my work ethic and my identity — every single day of the year.
The Natural Balance
We live in an era that loves to separate humanity into neat, hostile boxes — men vs. women, progressive vs. traditional. But the common, self-made citizen standing on solid ground knows that real survival relies on interconnected family units working in absolute harmony.
It is time to stop swallowing these manufactured, divisive trends without questioning them first. As we say in Malayalam:
Let the activists have their selective prescribed milk.
For those who understand how the lifecycle actually works —
the answer has always been simple.
Honour the whole tree.
Not just the fruit you prefer to pick.