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Amma

You: You will realize when you have a child of your own and she does this.

Me(all of seven): I will never force my child to do what I want to do. I will give her a chance to use her own brain and decide.

You: I am your mother, I know better. Just do what I say. It is for your own good.

Me: I don’t want to.

You: I don’t care if you want to or not, just do it.

Me: I just want to play, let me play.

You: You have played all day long, if you don’t finish your meal NOW you will get into trouble, BIG TROUBLE.

Sulking Me(In my head): When will I have the freedom to do what I want to do, not eat my meals and get away with it. I can’t wait to get out of here.

Mind Reader that you are : You will realize all this when you go away, have a family of your own and don’t have me around to fuss and fret over you. Now finish your food before Achan gets here.

Me(Crying and choking on my food): You don’t love me. What do you do for me? You are always yelling at me.

And this saga continued day after day way into my teens.  Wonder where you got all the patience and energy from?

Fast forward twenty something years –

Amma and K Your Grand daughter is roughly the same age as I was and we have been having this ongoing discussion for hours.

Here is the last part of it –

Me: Do what I’ve asked you to and then watch TV.

Your Grand-daughter: Amma, let me watch TV. I can’t do it now.

Me: Do as I say, I know what is good for you.

Your Grand daughter: No, I will do what I want to do.

Me: I am your Mother, I know what is best for you. Too much of TV is definitely not good for your intellect. Pick up your journal and start writing.

Your Grand-daughter: I DON’T want to write. I don’t like to write.

Me:  Remember what Ms. N said? You need to keep writing daily to improve your handwriting. In India it is important to have a good handwriting.

Your Grand-daughter: I don’t care. I don’t want a good handwriting.

Me: PICK UP YOUR JOURNAL, NOW!!!!!!

Your Feisty little Grand Daughter: I am NOT going to write. I have nothing to write about.

Me: Sit tight for ten minutes and you will come up with something. Think about our recent vacation at your grand parents place. Write about the Vela or all the mango trees in Ammamma’s house.

Your GD: I don’t want to write, I’m BORED of writing.

Me(Almost losing it): I DON’T CARE FOR YOUR BOREDOM. IF YOU DON’T PICK UP THE JOURNAL RIGHT NOW YOU ARE IN BIG BIG TROUBLE.

Your Grand daughter(with tears flowing down her chubby cheeks): You don’t love me, you don’t even like me. You bother me all the time.

 

Fast forward to the same evening –

Me(on the phone): I’m EXHAUSTED. Mothering your grand daughter is the most stressful job in the universe.

You: It’s ok, kids who are troublesome while they are little always turn out to be loving supportive children. You wait and see when she grows up she will be the best kid out there.

Me: She is so stubborn, she drives me up the wall. I mean, she cried for hours before touching her book. Have I EVER troubled you like this?

You: No way, you were such a good kid. You were NEVER stubborn. I am shocked your daughter is like this. Now your sister is a different story, I’m pretty sure she has taken after her aunt. You don’t worry. Soon she’ll grow up and understand.

Me: When is she going to grow up? I can’t wait.

You: Don’t hope for that. They grow up too soon as it is. Enjoy every minute of it for soon she is going to grow up and go away and then you better not have any expectations from her.

Me: *sigh* You are right!

How is it that you are always so right? 

I Love you even more after experiencing Motherhood. I don’t need Mother’s Day to remind me of the invaluable gift in my life called Amma. Not a single day goes by when I don’t think of you and everything you did to raise us. Even though we are not always on the same page, you are always in my heart.

Here is wishing you a Happy Mother’s Day in advance.

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The legacy continues

Amma loved it. We used to crave for it as kids. I still can’t pass a vendor without putting my will power to the utmost test. I remember the stall being our usual Saturday evening “Hang Out” location. When I see a bunch of teenagers around a stall, it brings back a flood of old memories. 

Now DH is the hygiene conscious one, I’ve heard unending lectures on the dangers of eating from roadside vendors. I know he is right and have vowed many times to not eat from the stalls but I’ve always reneged on my resolution the minute I lay my eyes on the mouthwatering treat. I didn’t realize my occasional splurging was being constantly monitored by a pair of eyes that miss nothing. She begged for a bite and I relented and now her latest mantra is “I LOVE PANI PURI” or “I LOVE CORN”. I didn’t think she’d take to it because her tastes are similar to DHs and he hates it with a vengeance, but here she is begging for a treat.

What do I say, other than the legacy of the stall will continue and my little one may join the crowd of teenagers surrounding one in a few years.

 

Footnote: Before you decide to jump on me with the dangers of eating pani puri on the roadside, let me tell you that most stalls are trendier now. They use hygiene gloves and keep the pani/puri et al covered!

SHOE them all away!

Ouch, that must feel insulting, a pair of shoes and being called a “Dog”. Apparently not for Bush. If he was smart enough to understand Arabic, he would have done better as the President.

I have a few words for the reporter who SHOED Bush. Firstly, learn English if you want to call Bush a Dog. Secondly, please make a visit to India. We have deserving candidates here. As an after though, why insult a Dog by calling Bush or Achuthanandan or anyone else a dog? Even if they don’t care, I’m pretty sure Maneka Gandhi will take you to task on that one.