Friday, November 26, 2010

Oye Mummy Mummy Oye!

Heya Buugers, you guyz just don't go away do you? Mighty brave of me to say that, considering I force most of you to read my blog :P. But then, thats me for you...or wait, those are just my mothers genes. First she tells me to do something, and then tells me off for doing the same. Just the other day, the day my exams ended, she asked me whether I had plans to go on a trip or something. I assumed that she wanted me to go and made plans with friends for a holiday to Jim Corbett. The day before yesterday I told her about my plans and here is what transpired -

Mom - Now you've grown so much that you don't need to ask permission?
Me - But you were the one who asked me about it!
Mom - I never allowed you to go anywhere. Dont lie!
Me - But...
Mom -But nothing. Kahin nahi jana. Ghar pe baitho. Tumhe trip pe bhi jana hai, tumhe laptop bhi chahiye, tumhe Bass tubes bhi lagwani hain.................n(It continued for quite a while) .

Yeah, I know. Story of every Indians life :P. She did relent after much coaxing and cajoling, but left me wondering where I was wrong. Mothers! But don't I just love her :D. I wasn't really planning on writing about her, but since I've written so much already, I might as well.



The other day she was talking to Rashi Mami and telling her that I never listen to what she says. Now, Rashi mami is a typical Punjabi lady who makes something trivial look like it is important enough to be discussed at the G20 summit (not that anything important was discussed there :P). She told my mom that nowadays all kids consider themselves rebels, and I was sitting right across the table with my mouth agape. Rebel? The closest I've come to being rebellious was watching PG-13 movies at the age of 12.

But thats only the one side of her. When she starts praising me in front of relatives it's even more preposterous! Sometimes it is so absurd I have to make sure she is not jesting. But that doesn't stop my chest from swelling a couple inches. On Bhaiya Dooj, I remember her telling anyone who would listen how brave I'd become. I immediately thought about how I wait till the last second for cutting off the gas to the tea vessel. So courageous...Makes you feel like a bomb squad member.

But alas, what would I have done without her. You know even this interest to read books and write blogs comes from my mother. She owns almost 500 books! She has read them all. Me and my sister have read about 50 of those if we add our scores :P.
Life just wouldn't have been worth living without Mummy, the most important person in my life.