Mom, it has been 10 years since I left home and yet "khana khaya ki nahi" is still the question I answer every night, if the answer is yes then I have to explain the entire recipe to you and God save me if the answer is no. Mom it is okay sometimes if I skip a meal or eat a tad bit later, I am not going to fall sick. I am not actually dying of malnutrition if I skip a meal. This question becomes a little more complex when you call on a Friday or a Saturday night, when suddenly I have 15 missed calls on my phone and all of them from you. Mom, if I do not pick up the phone that means I may be busy (and Mom I will be busy on Friday and Saturday night) , it does not necessarily mean that I may be lying in a ditch somewhere. Sometimes when my voice is heavy, it is just because I slept too much not because I guzzled a pitcher of ice. ( well, though sometimes it does :P)
It is funny how the person who loves you the most in the world suddenly imagines the worst possible things that can happen to you, all you have to do is not pick your mother's call a couple of times. When I ride my bike Mom, I drive carefully because you know I also kind of like to keep myself alive, I do not drive at breakneck speed, doing all kinds of stunts which I know you imagine me doing everyday. I never understood your plans for me, you wanted me to ace IIT, clear IIM and then become an IAS. I screwed up JEE; MBA yeah just change the placement of an I and I was there and sure as hell I am not going to prepare for UPSC. So yeah Mom; we are on the same plane, you do not listen to me, I do not listen to you.
Well before I diss you some more, I will accept I am not the greatest son in the world either. I can find all my clothes, socks, towels when I am on my own and suddenly when home for holidays these things magically disappear. Well may be because you have put them on proper shelves and I habitually search for them on the floor. I suddenly develop a dislike for bhindi, lauki and all those vegetables supposedly good for your health when you are cooking, because I know; no matter how sick or tired you are you will cook something I like. I suddenly start sleeping for lengths which is more closer to animal's hibernation than a human body's needs when I know you are there to tell Dad to mind his own business when he tries to wake me up. You are what Sridevi played in English Vinglish; though I would like to believe I was a better child than them.
If mothers had their way every son would look like Adnan Sami (before he got those surgeries done). It is okay if you have not taken bath for some days, they will curse you but then, will come a voice "subah se kuch khaya ki nahi". Needless to say I miss you Maa, but since I am so very good at expressing my emotions even when absolutely necessary you know I am never gonna say it.
You make me proud when you go for computer lessons so that you can follow me on social media. Though that pride comes with beads of cold sweat. The thought of you following all my activities gives me goosebumps even now. I thank profusely to Facebook for all those privacy settings; hell would break lose if you had full access. You make me proud when you struggle to work your way through a smart phone. You taught me never to give up. I miss you more than I would like to say though you would be the worst censor board to my life. I miss walking behind you with holding the fag end of your aanchal through my fingers ( i vaguely remember it). I miss your food (ahh that mutton and fish). No matter how hard I try, I still can't cook like you; and I am not saying this just because you are my Mom, but you are the best cook in the world.
I miss you running your hand through my hair; well I also miss my hair to begin with. And I know I need to work out when you no longer say "kitna dubla ho gaya hai". I miss coming home late to your glares because I played cricket with my friends 10 minutes more. I miss coming home from school only to listen (Maths me 95! 100 kyu nahi aaya). You taught me right from the very beginning, never to be satisfied; to always aim higher. Though you take it a bit too far when you still ask me to prepare for UPSC, but it is not you it's Bihar running in your veins. I have been accused of someone who likes to please people, well all my life I saw you take care of everyone ignoring yourself; some of it was bound to rub off on me and only you could look through my facade of being happy.
I know this too is a facade to write about you on mother's day, and you do know that I do not believe in such days. But I felt like writing about you today, I may not have written well since you are much more than just a page of an unworthy son's writing. And I could go on but Maa "Subah se kuch khaya nai hai" :P
Love you!!!!
It is funny how the person who loves you the most in the world suddenly imagines the worst possible things that can happen to you, all you have to do is not pick your mother's call a couple of times. When I ride my bike Mom, I drive carefully because you know I also kind of like to keep myself alive, I do not drive at breakneck speed, doing all kinds of stunts which I know you imagine me doing everyday. I never understood your plans for me, you wanted me to ace IIT, clear IIM and then become an IAS. I screwed up JEE; MBA yeah just change the placement of an I and I was there and sure as hell I am not going to prepare for UPSC. So yeah Mom; we are on the same plane, you do not listen to me, I do not listen to you.
Well before I diss you some more, I will accept I am not the greatest son in the world either. I can find all my clothes, socks, towels when I am on my own and suddenly when home for holidays these things magically disappear. Well may be because you have put them on proper shelves and I habitually search for them on the floor. I suddenly develop a dislike for bhindi, lauki and all those vegetables supposedly good for your health when you are cooking, because I know; no matter how sick or tired you are you will cook something I like. I suddenly start sleeping for lengths which is more closer to animal's hibernation than a human body's needs when I know you are there to tell Dad to mind his own business when he tries to wake me up. You are what Sridevi played in English Vinglish; though I would like to believe I was a better child than them.
If mothers had their way every son would look like Adnan Sami (before he got those surgeries done). It is okay if you have not taken bath for some days, they will curse you but then, will come a voice "subah se kuch khaya ki nahi". Needless to say I miss you Maa, but since I am so very good at expressing my emotions even when absolutely necessary you know I am never gonna say it.
You make me proud when you go for computer lessons so that you can follow me on social media. Though that pride comes with beads of cold sweat. The thought of you following all my activities gives me goosebumps even now. I thank profusely to Facebook for all those privacy settings; hell would break lose if you had full access. You make me proud when you struggle to work your way through a smart phone. You taught me never to give up. I miss you more than I would like to say though you would be the worst censor board to my life. I miss walking behind you with holding the fag end of your aanchal through my fingers ( i vaguely remember it). I miss your food (ahh that mutton and fish). No matter how hard I try, I still can't cook like you; and I am not saying this just because you are my Mom, but you are the best cook in the world.
I miss you running your hand through my hair; well I also miss my hair to begin with. And I know I need to work out when you no longer say "kitna dubla ho gaya hai". I miss coming home late to your glares because I played cricket with my friends 10 minutes more. I miss coming home from school only to listen (Maths me 95! 100 kyu nahi aaya). You taught me right from the very beginning, never to be satisfied; to always aim higher. Though you take it a bit too far when you still ask me to prepare for UPSC, but it is not you it's Bihar running in your veins. I have been accused of someone who likes to please people, well all my life I saw you take care of everyone ignoring yourself; some of it was bound to rub off on me and only you could look through my facade of being happy.
I know this too is a facade to write about you on mother's day, and you do know that I do not believe in such days. But I felt like writing about you today, I may not have written well since you are much more than just a page of an unworthy son's writing. And I could go on but Maa "Subah se kuch khaya nai hai" :P
Love you!!!!
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