Eclipse! Ah, I remember now! A sudden adrenalin rush and I am on the rooftop in split seconds (ok minutes!) with an old X-ray sheet. Though, the clouds make the view obscure, I still manage to get a couple of ‘once in a lifetime’ views. Of course my X-ray jugaad is not idiot proof and while I risk my eyes to witness this rare event, a thought lingers at the back of my head – ‘bathe and hog only once the eclipse is over’, which takes my thoughts off another tangent.
Here is my uber cool mommy dearest with all her literature and philosophy jazz (she’s an English Literature scholar, BTW), and who sometimes amazes me with her will and interest to read, read and read stuff which just goes off the top of my head more times than often. (I first heard of Jacques Derrida from her whe
n I was probably 16 and next I heard about him in my History of Architecture elective in college.)And, then at the same time, she is this stereotype Indian who will believe in bathing and eating after the eclipse, in not re-doing freshly made hair (even if they look horrible), in reading her Tarot forecast every Sunday (which by the way, is common to a million Aquarians across the globe), in wearing all shapes, sizes and colors of gemstones (and competing with Bhappi da) and what not on earth.
I’m not being judgmental here, but I’m just amazed at the variety of (read diametrically opposite) traits she exhibits. She’s modern yet rooted deep in tradition, strict but willing to give both us sisters the freedom we deserve, strong headed and practical but will faint at the site of an injection, will show a male chauvinist p** his right place but will give in to our tantrums … that’s her – mom, mommy, mamma, ma….
The way she single-handedly manages work, home and us is awesome! I’m sure
a huge chunk of God’s energy potion is reserved for mothers. And how often do we sit back and thank Him for this wonderful gift that’s bestowed on us? I confess, I often do take her for granted! She’s supposed to listen to me when I’m low, to wake me up for my morning jog, to laugh at my silly jokes, to help me with anything and everything I do, to pamper me when I get home… and the list is endless. And she does all this, and more, with a smile on her face and love in her eyes.This is for you Ma… I might not always say it (I never do), but I really appreciate and respect you for what you are and what you’ve given us. And I miss you so much. How much I wish I could stay with you. Love ya…Cheers!!
Readers, lets do it now. Pick up the phone, dial 'Mom' and tell her - she means the world to you.
PS: Mommy, Sorry for being a tough nut at times :P
