Though I have had those strong conversations with many who have transformed me as a whole , but the best I remember are that of my Mom.She has been someone more then a mother ...someone to tell me the difference between law and rules (she is an advocate :P ) ,the tailor who stitched my clothes,a horrible singer,a masterni who used to beat me when I messed with 'Shabdarth',a whistle-blower during my teens,authority to divide everything equally between me and my sis,a cartoon to make us laugh ,the shield to protect us from everyone and a classy mom who taught the two femmes to be in vogue till they reach 50.
I love you mom , a lil more now as I sometimes feel its now that I have actually started picking up your graceful nature.And thats the reason I am jotting the musings with you n around you.
Once when i was in second standard ,she told me "i saw an interview where some heroine of old films ws asked-how do you manage to cry at once without putting glycerine in eyes ?" That heroine replied " I think in my mind what if my mom dies ,what I will do ,How I will live "....and before she compelted it I sobbed and clutched her by my small hands "Aap merko chod kar nahi jaaoge ...kabhi bhi ...kahin bhi ..kabhi nahi.." (aah...i am crying again :(( ) ...and then u used to sing that poem "Ye jeevan kya nirjhar hai .." which meant ki "life Goes on..it doesnt stop if someone goes".
Then when I was in middle section .Chiku was born .The cutest and the craziest kid in the world .I would confess how jealous I used to feel.sometimes I used to think may be its not my mom for you were loving her.I still remember Chiku used to bump into you when u came from work and asked "Mere liye kya laaye?" and u always had something for both of us..a comb,toy,earring, a fruit, choc something or else.Once when I asked "Why you always have to bring something " .She said "I read in one newspaper that Indira Gandhi was asked how does she spare time for her kids.She replied I at times cant but whereever I go I bring them something small whenever I return to show then they are always on my mind ."Amazing ,thats the way my mom draws inspiration!!Makes me Feel royal :P
And then when I was in twelfth in co-ed there were many guys who visted my house for my house used to fall in the way or may be something else :D:P...My mom used to bring chai-nashta,sit with them for sometime everytime they came.I thought is she keeping an eye over me ? so once I indirectly told "Why do u offer them so much of nashta , bekar me ,kya farq padta hai" So she told me "my mother ws a good mother ,but when my friends came she never offered them to sit even coz we lived in one room kitchen set, always felt very bad that my mom doesnt treat my friends well.she waived over my head and said "My daughter shouldn't feel that." Mom I know how much u miss naani :(.One good part i learnt was that she could draw out a meaning from everything and even implemented it.
And here is an Orignal one :D .She told me once "Why do u regret this dinn happen and that went bad.
"She continued ..."Did Abhishek bacchan ever know that It would be Aishwarya to enter his life when Karishma dumped him".Iz stumped .Deep thought .a real deep one.
Life is what you become out of it .Carry it well ,with confidence.She is one person who told me when upset dress ur best,behave ur best,try to give ur best ...even when u know u cant slowly u ll overcome that .U know mom tum example bada acha deti ho :P :P
Perhaps she is not a super-mom but u know u are the few most practical ,optimistic and lovely females on earth.
You rock ,You rock my world !!
5 comments:
one of the best i ever read....
i just loved it...:)
dipped in love, coated with naughtiness n wrapped with admiration...
this made me feel so :)
just lovely
Nikhil - thanks dear ...
Cvardia - I guees this is Chirag , Priyankas hubby ...thanks for acknowldegement :) meet u someday ..
Anand -thanks , thats nikhil's friend rite ..eh yes :) u got the essence of it ..
Very Well written :) I loved it more cos I can relate to my own mother by this :) really nice :)
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