Tuesday, May 3, 2011

what else can a daughter ask for ??


What is the earliest memory you have of your childhood ? honestly guys, I always had a peanut size brain, so I cant boast much of memories, but yes, baba ma had ample pictures of me. So I know how my love handles started showing on my 1st birthday or how I started getting close to being a tomboy from my second birthday party , judging by the shorts I was wearing back then. But amid all the pictures and memories one thing remains very clear, I started resembling mom, from a very early age. Today 28 years later, she still remains the most gorgeous woman I have ever met.

There are so many ways she influenced me to what I am today, when I was a kid, I remember wearing her sun glasses and standing in front of the mirror and wondering, when would I have my own ? Also I loved and I mean loved getting made up. I remember going to the doc for my Polio drops and getting a small black ink mark on my nail. I would boast to all about my black nailpolish. Now with a 28 year old daughter who wears Jockeys at home during summers, my mother still has her summer collection of ironed, salwar kameez’s at home .

Somewhere in primary I realized about the joy of marriage, courtesy the movies and doordarshan Sunday Chitrahars and I dreamt of marrying Sherlock Holmes. I was never too fond of studies or extracurricular activities. I still remember the day I pretended of a “heart pain” because I wanted to skip the Guides and scouts camp. Thank God ma pulled me to school with my paining heart that I can now boast of a national level certification.
High school was of course a case of raging hormones, where I fell in love , stayed up at night and got the phone bills soaring high, made my parents wonder, would I ever complete my education at all. But amid the insanity, she kept me from flunking class and got me to sail through smoothly. When I sat up and recited “Macbeth” and “Merchant of Venice” ma would lie next to me on the bed and keep an eye. Guess that’s  how my name came out in the newspaper for scoring among the highest in the town.

And then it all changed, Ma was no longer someone I had to beware of, someone I needed to be scared of, she comfortably became my best friend. I enjoyed chatting with her as I drove her to the parlour and her kitty parties,I enjoyed getting her books which I knew she would like to read, she too somewhere down the line, forgot her stern looks and straight face as we became best friends.

College was perhaps the greatest time to realize what my parents meant to me, at 17 when you travel for 2 nights alone to get to Pune, you thank  them for the courage they instilled in you. I remember sitting all alone at 3 in the morning at the Pune station, no cell phone with me, waiting for the sun to rise so I could take an auto to the hostel. I remember walking alone at 12 in the night after studying at my friends place, since autos were on strike and I had no option. I learnt about people and their behaviors as I did numerous part time jobs and got my own cell phone.i learnt what ma meant by saying “a  young lady should always remember what family she belongs to “ as I comfortably managed college, hanging out in the canteen, partying out all night, going to the temple whenever I wanted to take a walk and be alone.

I love your simplicity, i love the way you look so aghast when i get you an expensive gift, i love the way you smile with pride when i tell you how well my appraisal went, i love your shocked look when we go out dining at some fancy place and you see the price on the menu, the way you insist you dont need any more sarees and fancy footwear, the way you lovingly make "macher jhol" for G and have that content smile, the way you try to understand my office work and make conversation, the way you keep telling baba how well i run our home..i could go on forever Ma.

Today, I realize how many times I might have hurt you, made you cry, took away your sleep at night, got you anxious, disappointed you and got you embarrassed. But Ma you are the best thing in my life and no matter how much people would say I look like you, my best compliment is when they say “I am just like you”

Thank you for showing me what “blessings on earth” really mean and for being my Ma. Happy Mothers Day 

32 comments:

maithili said...

lovely post :)

Nikita said...

It made me cry and recollect all my memories...

I am still wit mum and i realize how I often get annoyed of her...How much she cares about me....

Thanks for penning down Sullu..

Vivek said...

Hi Sulagna
Very Heart touching post :).
Yup those were the glorious days and MOM is always the best to look for when in doubt or any issue ..
School and college days memories are precious and I think you wouldn't have forgotten them for sure ...and don't say you have peanut size brain, you have got a balance brain :).

It was a nice read
Thanks for sharing and " Happy Mothers day".

Though My MOM is not here , she is back-home , looking forward for to give her call.

take care.

♥ Solitaire ♥ said...

u remember so much ! who said u've a peanut sized brain...u made me nostalgic sul....excellent post..I love my mother the same way ..
she is my best best friend..and u resemble ur mom a lot..:)
amazing post.
keep it up

Natasha said...

beautiful post! What a great tribute to your mom:) I am going on a flash back mode and thinking of all my memories with my mom..I am going to call her right away :)

Cardinal Ruby said...

awesome post. :)
I LOVED it. :)

aarti said...

Loved the post... Could so relate to it :) I can understand how you feel about Aunty. She definitel is great! My love to her... And a big hug to you

ps: I don't remember your love handles at one ;)

Prateek said...

The post was indeed touchy.

Anonymous said...

I would always fight with my MOM when I was home. She wanted me to be a bit responsible and wanted me to do some households work like cleaning and all. I would always hate her for that.Now that I am staying alone, I do all the work, from cooking to cleaning. I always took her Garam Roti for granted and now I eat bread 4 days a week! Miss you Ma , like really1

Pooja Mahimkar said...

That is an awesome post :) made me go back to my childhood

Tanvi said...

You are the Queen of writing 'touching' posts!!! Beautiful heart felt words!!! Here's tot he awesome Moms! :)

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Blasphemous Aesthete said...

Happy Mother's day.

She made a bold woman out of you. :)

Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete

suruchi said...

wow..perfect ode to mommyhood, I'd say:-)
like mother like daughter..
wonderful to the core:-)

Sanghamitra Bhattacherjee(Mukherjee) said...

Awww...!Beautiful post :)

Me-Era* said...

Such a sweet post. :) I kinda went through the same stuff and then suddenly one day I realized my momma could be my best friend!

Maya said...

nice

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AW said...

touching post. bless you both :)

Dew drops said...

wonderful as always..:)

M in love said...

such a sweet post.. loved your way of writing..

S said...

I am sure everyone can relate to this post.. that's the mystical character of mothers.. all of them are so similar !

Lovely post :)

☆ Rià ღ said...

Cudnt have got better than this...what a lovely dedication. :)

Pesto Sauce said...

Sweet girl sweet Mom

shooting star said...

lovely post!!...it made me recollect all the good , bad and ugly times.....and the present..when she is so alone and i have to support her..hope i can be as good a daughter as she has been a mother to me

Anwesa said...

lovely post :) Moms always are the best :)

Raj said...

I started resembling mom, from a very early age. Today 28 years later, she still remains the most gorgeous woman I have ever met.

matlab basically r u trying to tell us,(very artfully and stealthily) that u have been gorgeous or 28 years? :P

I dreamt of marrying Sherlock Holmes... ahem ahem... quoting ur words, I always had a peanut size brain :D

now that i am done with pranks, lets start again.

But Ma you are the best thing in my life and no matter how much people would say I look like you, my best compliment is when they say “I am just like you”.

shit. that was lovely. more actually but my grammar seems to take a toll in such situations. so we will stay with lovely. damn this post pretty much made up my sunday! :D
or maybe it was you. who knows?

ciao.

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disaster. thats what kept me at bay. :)

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sp.ajay said...

nicely written.

Sherlock Holmes was a good choice just he would spoil every romantic scene by his acute judgment. Imagine him telling you about your previous break-ups, when did it happen and how did it happen.

Simply Manasi said...

What a nostalgic post. Beautiful ;-)

Jack said...

Sulagna,

Gratitude shown very well. Befitting gift to her would be that you be like her to your children.

Take care

 
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