Mom: After I was born, our country got Independence.
Myself: Hahahahaha!!! Please la...!!! We would have got Independence even if you were not born!!!
Mom: You’re just jealous!!!
Myself: *rolls eyes*
Yes, mom celebrated her 53rd birthday a few hours ago. The most important woman in my life is now 53 and with every year passing by, I have one less to be with her.
The cycle of life and death is brutal, and most often unpredictable. There’s no telling old age will ever be within reach for anyone as every human being’s life is as vulnerable as a spinning top; you can never tell when it falls. A distant relative was a gunshot victim at the prime of his life, being successful in his career, and approaching matrimony; a person who might have been doing nothing but his daily chores on his last breathing day. No one can ever tell, can we! Foolish men, we are, to judge everyone else, to justify our misdoings, to complain that time is never enough… If we could just slow everything down and learn to listen to the ones we love, at least our time here would be well-worth.
Ok, that’s it!!! I am done preaching!!!
Coming back to my mom; she’s a flawed woman. Oh yes, I am not going to say, ‘my mommy’s the best!!!’ or ‘my mom is a superwoman’ or ‘my mom’s so great she can carry Mt Everest!!!’… Mother’s Day is full of hypocrisy; I can bet no one person can have someone that perfect for a mom!!! If there was one such possibility for every human being on Earth, then, teenage rebels, parental murder, child negligence would be but meaningless phrases.
I am here to say it out, my mom is not the best, and she is pretty flawed actually…
Short tempered;
Absent minded (I know why I tend to be so);
Adamant (most of the time to my annoyance);
Being oblivious;
Myself: amma, amma, AMMA!!!! (mom, mom, MOM!!!)
Mom: *looks intently into space*
Myself: *holds mom’s hand n shakes her wildly* AMMA!!!!! (MOM!!!!!)
Mom: ENNADA??? Valikkite da!!! (WHAT??? That was painful!!!)
Losing it for reasons beyond my comprehension (this is the worst!!!);
Can I blame her for being a regular homo sapien??? LOLZ!!! She’s just like everything else on Earth, full of shortcomings.
Why then am I going to miss her when she’s gone? Very simply put, she is MY mom. She is the one being on Earth put on Earth to support me; her entire life dedicated to my welfare. Friends we earn, Love, we fall in and out of but MOM, she’s God given, she’s the one true destiny that will never falter, the one true tangible form of love, the ultimate embodiment of sacrifice. An educator once tried to explain the degree of pain of a woman in labour. He said, “Open the car door, place your hand on the seam and close the door with the other hand. Smash it, don’t just close it. Labour pain is similar but amplified 10 folds.”
I thought to myself, bloody HELL, one must be really idiotic to actually contemplate doing that experiment. Then reality hit me, my MOM willingly went through something 10 times worse. So that she can have half a devil tiring her out throughout the night over wet nappies and half an angel she can kiss on the forehead goodnight after vanquishing a certain monster in the closet. She willingly had me to part LOVE… And parting love came with a heavy price tag; currency in terms of time, energy and devout attention.
Love extends beyond physical sufferings so they say, true enough, motherhood is a gift bestowed upon every XX gene makeup. Their love and sacrifice goes beyond bounds of mortal comprehension and with that being said, my heart goes out to all those denied of this privilege. I do think it is almost vicious that one be deprived of a mother’s undying attention, but I shan’t question the workings of the Universe and how He decides to play it.
Oh and to the High Priestess of the V’s, Happy Birthday!!!
I wish God stretches your last few years for me to love you enough…
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