Love ya mamaa!!

My mom can be pretty cool and cute sometimes. Have u ever seen a lady who still sneaks biscuits with the most colorful wrappers and chocolates into my travel bag as if I was a kid going on his first school picnic. I still sometimes try hard in reminding her that I am 21 years old now but then can’t ask her not to sneak in chocolates and biscuits in my travel bag stealthily because I actually like that particular habit of hers. What I dislike is when she asks “Bete naye wafers bag main dal du" … Bangalore paunch ke khale ga na”.These questions of hers never end. However she is highly systematic and organized woman, one who cribs a lot but then completes her work with utmost perfection which would put Roger Fedrer’s triumph over a lowly ranked player to shame. Sometimes she gives me so many choices for dinner that I get bewildered whether I am at home or in the nearby restaurant or should I say in my absence has my mother joined the nearest restaurant only to give boost to her earnings, the madness never ends as I am highly competitive person and of course gets jealous at the slightest spark I start contemplating and calculating my moms earnings to see whether she at least falls in the taxable income slab if not me. Well, a lot of nonsense I think. My mom is very special to me and though I sometimes loose temper for her asking me so many questions specially about my choices when I don’t mind whatever she cooks for dinner or what she has to put in my travel bag , I love her for the person she is.

Lately she was feeling very proud of herself for buying me a FM radio (the new craze in the market with a lot of private FM channels being launched every other day).Who knew she was good at bargaining too. She had picked it up from Burma Bazaar (grey market for mobiles and DVDs in Chennai) for as low as 50 bucks. I am sure that shopkeeper in the market would have asked her money in Dollars, but then she had bargained it for 50 INR, it seems. I was laughing to myself on seeing the Fm radio kept near my computer for which I am planning to buy speakers that would make the music be heard to the whole locality. It was as if my mother had read my thoughts. She was already at the edge of the bed as if she was waiting for the moment I saw the radio and she said “Isme surround sound sab nahi hain,ise se hi kaam chalana padega”.I hadn’t realized that moment a simple thing like a FM radio which had speakers as small as the ones which come in the hand video games and for a person who is so obsessed with sound quality, this thing would actually benefit him. I did realize at that moment that my mom was starting a new life, a life where she is earning again for the sake of supplementing my income and I did respect her gesture but what I dint realize is in some or the other way it would remind me of something that I had lost forever. Her idea of buying me a radio was harnessed to the fullest of usages when I started using it in my room away from my home. For a person like me whose passion for music being inversely proptional to the fact of me not knowing to play any instrument, radio was a source of eternal bliss. Though the radio being small spurted out a rattling sound which never matched its size, it was the feel that it gave was so important to me. I discovered that “Chaya Geet” and “Aap ki farmaish” that Dad used to listen every other night were still on air. Seems like All India radio has been running programs right from the day of its inception. Well it was a nice feeling looking back at my childhood and days spent with Dad.

It did feel a bit strange that my mom was buying me something after a long long time but then it was a refreshing experience and one that I won’t forget inspite of my fading memory lately! Well I have no ideas of prolonging this blog and give the readers a emotional dose, well we have our Bollywood directors with their evergreen masala formulas to flood you with. The point is my mom is thoughtful, caring and cute at the same time!!!!