The Compost Pit !: November 2010

Most often when my mom asks me to join her in the kitchen, I cry out foul like that utterly clumsy creature to my dad that his poor girl is being victimized of child labor (I know that I am no more a child, but that comes out of habit from past) and then what follows is simply the norm of every house, she’s being reminded that I am still a kid and that it’s not appropriate to let me work… cool, isn’t it? Similarly, sometimes I am being asked to clean my messed up room, sometimes to oil my impoverished hairs….the list is endless, it just doesn’t seem to get over but goes on and on and on…. Yes, we do have our share of mother-daughter clashes but I feel, that’s something which’s coming over from ages and is as normal as the daily hair fall…. and these regular nagging and the resultant arguments make the bond grow from stronger to strongest!
Knowing that I am a daddy’s girl, kindly control your hiccups when you bump on this piece of write-up, which is strongly based on the role of mother, coz boasting of your ‘daddy cool’ all the while doesn’t lessen the amount of love that you garner for your mother. After all, I was nothing more than an under developed zygote before she decided to bear me in her womb and bring me into this world; I was nothing more than a frail kid before she draped me with her unconditional love and gave me the strength to stand against all odds; I was nothing more than a fussy teenager unless she gave meaning to the words like ‘empathy’ and ‘congeniality’ for me, and I could have never risen from Shilu to Dr. Payal Ahmed if it wasn’t for her persistent support whenever I was to slack. She never needed any gesture in particular to make out whether I’m happy or in pain… may be that’s what we call ‘the Mother’s instinct’ and you know why?.... coz all these years when she saw me climbing step by step the ladder of time, crossing the different stages of life, mellowing from a playful schoolgirl to a matured woman, with utmost precision has she noted each and every move of mine that denoted the sort of phase I was going through…I realized this fact when I moved out of home to pursue my graduation and had to live in the hostel…listening to my voice over the phone, she would immediately understand my trouble and ask me, ”So my girl, wasn’t the dinner good enough or you had a tiff with your best friend”?...when I’d say none of the two then there would be no further assumptions, but a clearly evaluated question “Okay, tell me the score of your last class test”?...and to my response of “let’s talk later”, she’d ask me to face it instead of skipping it coz according to her, that was the only thing which could save me from scoring poor marks in the next test. She completely believes in the saying – “Failures are the pillars of success”… and I must say that her viewpoint towards life is so very optimistic that just one conversation with her is good enough to make you fall in love with the very concept of leading the life of a human on the planet named Earth to be a bliss! Comparing her with other women, who too are wives and mothers in their own rights, I find her to be far more submissive and sacrificing than the rest of the lot; … instead of thinking about her own pleasures, she finds contentment in pacifying our desires…. I just imagine that how can she do that coz I am not of the sort that she is…. But then, I guess I’ll get to settle the query only after I attain motherhood… may be that’s the reason why a mother has been ranked so superiorly in all the holy books…. that’s coz a mother can’t be selfish to her kids, she will give away her dreams to shape up her children’s future, she will revolt against the whole world but won’t compromise with the happiness of her child, and she will strive till her last breath to give her children the best out of life no matter whatever circumstances come her way…. Good or bad, her life is ruled by the events taking place in that of ours, the feeling of ‘me’ or ‘mine’ is non-existent for her, precisely, her world revolves around us and terminates on us… her role as a mother is so magnificent that I sometimes forget to recognize her as an individual…..and I really really fall short of words to be stated in praise of her.
Ma-Papa! I love you both for having me and brother…. what else should I say when I got parents who can take the worst of pains throughout their lives just to see that stint of smile on their children’s face…but yeah, I would certainly like to learn the skills of parenting from this couple with whom, by sheer luck, I happen to share my genetic make-up and I am so very proud of it. Like any other child, I too am indebted to them for the lifetime, and I know very well that I can not in any way return the favor…the rate of interest plus the surcharge is too high, you see!...The only thing I can do is to thank them for their efforts and carry forward the legacy of those values that they have instilled in us so that we are prevented from creating some real big blunders ( I have seen them being done and then suffer the consequences by my fellow mates) as a victim of a waddling age group, and sculpted us into responsible adults with a finer outlook towards life.
And lastly, I thank God for giving me such an adorable pair of parents coz of whom I am what I am today…. Cheers to Thy excellence in granting me the best!

The Compost Pit !

Friday, November 5, 2010

To Maa.....With Love,,, :-)

Yaadein...