"So, you think you can take on this big bad wolf'y' world?"
"Of course I can! I'm smart, I'm worldly, I'm courageous and above all I have a brash side to me."
"Really? I don't think you are saying the truth"
"Do you think I am hinting any second thoughts?"
"Close your eyes and say that again"
Doing what has been told.
"Now look into my eyes and say that again"
Waiting for a couple of moments. And then a smile, the Julia Roberts one. The one that doesn't know how to stop.
"Well, it is true"
"What is?"
"That mothers are created with some eerie supernatural power. How can you mothers know so well about your children? a crash-course in pyschic abilities, or you people are just born as witches?"
"Well, this tummy you see? that peeks and buldges?"
"Yes?"
"It was meant to know you 9 months ahead of anybody else."
This was the conversation between a mother and daughter. A conversation that every child once experiences. The conversation with a person who knows your guts and intestines, who can catch your lies, who can lighten up your mood, who can win your heart with their warm smiles, who can ease up your pain, the one who comes to your life just once and makes it a beautiful sojourn and that is your MOTHER.
I have this Bloodhound in my life, who can sense and sniff anything ANYTHING what's going on with me, whether I'm in trouble with my unsettling hair, or I'm upset if my latest novel got over. Whether I am super happy or unreasonably sad.
Muma. M.U.M.A.
In my lifespan of 16 years, one thing about which I am absolutely positive about is, that the most used word by me is Muma, in a grumpy & grim voice, in a squeaky mouse-like voice, in a spectacular exclamatory voice or just a plain ol' 'Muma!' Well, this a small, tiny, minuscule thank you note for you.
Mom, is smart. She's witty, she has one of those amazing soft and slender hands which you can bend and stretch like a rubber band, and has perfect hair. A terrific cook. Who in spite of being shorter than me ( well, just 2 inches...But STILL!) loves to call me "Shortie". Has this rib-tickling sense of humour, and can go extremely bonkers. Well, one thing which she just CANNOT do is sing. She has a shrill, childlike voice and when she screams, then, Oh god! save our neighbours! Trust me, in my house getting some ear-plugs or an i-pod player is the most wise and mind-blowing thing to bring :p So, I certainly am not one of those kids who grew up hearing lullabies with a soft, subtle, melodious voice :)
But above all, when she smiles, the world just becomes better, it becomes some more lovely, as if some miracle has occurred.
I've never seen her stopping. Never ever. Right from my kiddie days, there hasn't been a single day when I haven't seen her packing her dubba, water bottle, corrected notebooks, giving the Kinetic a kick and going off to school. She still continues to do so, though the Kinetic is now replaced by Dio. And she does that without any complains, any remorse, without a speck of guilt. And she has remained my confidante as long as my memory recalls. A person who trusts me implicitly and a guide who has supported my every decision. Well, she hugged a bit tighter whenever I was going to different places for my badminton matches. And quietly said "I miss you" over the phone.
Thank you, Muma for giving me those pep-talks, for making me believe in myself and understanding my judgements. For lending out an ear to my horrible poems, for helping me spell my own name. For hearing my sad stories, and putting up with a daughter who despises shopping. For curing my problems with some kind of magic and teaching me to pat my own back. For laughing loud at all my Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise 'y' dreams. For always forgiving me when my teenage hormones go out of control and my arrogance goes out of hand. And yes, for being a person I can always lean upon and being patient as ever with a knucklehead like me.
I don't say this very often, but yes when I do, you always stifle a laugh.
Muma, every muscle in my body is madly and unconditionally in love with you. You are and will always be the most awesome, beautiful and number one person in my life.
Love you. :)
A very Happy Mother's Day to all the species.
Doing what has been told.
"Now look into my eyes and say that again"
Waiting for a couple of moments. And then a smile, the Julia Roberts one. The one that doesn't know how to stop.
"Well, it is true"
"What is?"
"That mothers are created with some eerie supernatural power. How can you mothers know so well about your children? a crash-course in pyschic abilities, or you people are just born as witches?"
"Well, this tummy you see? that peeks and buldges?"
"Yes?"
"It was meant to know you 9 months ahead of anybody else."
This was the conversation between a mother and daughter. A conversation that every child once experiences. The conversation with a person who knows your guts and intestines, who can catch your lies, who can lighten up your mood, who can win your heart with their warm smiles, who can ease up your pain, the one who comes to your life just once and makes it a beautiful sojourn and that is your MOTHER.
I have this Bloodhound in my life, who can sense and sniff anything ANYTHING what's going on with me, whether I'm in trouble with my unsettling hair, or I'm upset if my latest novel got over. Whether I am super happy or unreasonably sad.
Muma. M.U.M.A.
In my lifespan of 16 years, one thing about which I am absolutely positive about is, that the most used word by me is Muma, in a grumpy & grim voice, in a squeaky mouse-like voice, in a spectacular exclamatory voice or just a plain ol' 'Muma!' Well, this a small, tiny, minuscule thank you note for you.
Mom, is smart. She's witty, she has one of those amazing soft and slender hands which you can bend and stretch like a rubber band, and has perfect hair. A terrific cook. Who in spite of being shorter than me ( well, just 2 inches...But STILL!) loves to call me "Shortie". Has this rib-tickling sense of humour, and can go extremely bonkers. Well, one thing which she just CANNOT do is sing. She has a shrill, childlike voice and when she screams, then, Oh god! save our neighbours! Trust me, in my house getting some ear-plugs or an i-pod player is the most wise and mind-blowing thing to bring :p So, I certainly am not one of those kids who grew up hearing lullabies with a soft, subtle, melodious voice :)
But above all, when she smiles, the world just becomes better, it becomes some more lovely, as if some miracle has occurred.
I've never seen her stopping. Never ever. Right from my kiddie days, there hasn't been a single day when I haven't seen her packing her dubba, water bottle, corrected notebooks, giving the Kinetic a kick and going off to school. She still continues to do so, though the Kinetic is now replaced by Dio. And she does that without any complains, any remorse, without a speck of guilt. And she has remained my confidante as long as my memory recalls. A person who trusts me implicitly and a guide who has supported my every decision. Well, she hugged a bit tighter whenever I was going to different places for my badminton matches. And quietly said "I miss you" over the phone.
Thank you, Muma for giving me those pep-talks, for making me believe in myself and understanding my judgements. For lending out an ear to my horrible poems, for helping me spell my own name. For hearing my sad stories, and putting up with a daughter who despises shopping. For curing my problems with some kind of magic and teaching me to pat my own back. For laughing loud at all my Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise 'y' dreams. For always forgiving me when my teenage hormones go out of control and my arrogance goes out of hand. And yes, for being a person I can always lean upon and being patient as ever with a knucklehead like me.
I don't say this very often, but yes when I do, you always stifle a laugh.
Muma, every muscle in my body is madly and unconditionally in love with you. You are and will always be the most awesome, beautiful and number one person in my life.
Love you. :)
A very Happy Mother's Day to all the species.
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| Muma and me, 1997 (Out of all the pictures I was going through, this was the only one where I looked slightly less embarrassing:p And the sole reason this picture is going up my blog, is because Muma likes it and it's her day! ) Happy Mother's Day, Mum. |
Dil jeet liya aapne!! Mind blowing. Wow!! Your mother must be so proud! :)
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