Amma, As Always !

Hello folks, in the recent past I came across a book name “Aniladum mundril” written by Na. Muthukumar. In this so busy scheduled life style, it took be back to those days were families lived as families . Joint family is a term only we Indians can say it out loud. It carried me into a path where, love care and affection were the prime essence of life. In that journey, every chapter made me understand how blessed I am to get such a relatives. I wanted every one of my friend to read that book and unfortunately few of my friends couldn’t read Tamil. So, I take the seed from that book, but all other ingredients are my own and I have tried to serve the dish hot and spicy. I will try my level best to bring out the essence like Na. Muthukumar And I have planned to write a complete series as much as I can. Kindly note, this is not a translation, I have tried to walk in the shoes of a different person, wish me luck!

Amma, as always !

The first relative for every human, even before our hearts starts its beat, even before we knew our sex, even before we were born, a magical word, a pain healer, a crying shoulder, a supporting pillar, MOTHER!. Every one of us would have our own sweet stories about our mother and of course I have my own, but don’t worry, I want to keep them to myself. We could just see how mothers shape us, how much they sacrifice to see us smile, how much they suffer to make us to enjoy the luxury, how much she does, just for the single soul, her off spring.

A mother is always a mother, friend’s mother, relative’s mother, class mates’ mother , rival’s mother. No bullshit like this. Every mother sees heaven through the eyes of her kid and ever kid sees God through the eyes of his mother. The first face we recognized, the first hand we held, the first word we spoke, the first cry we roared, will there be mother left over in any of the above mentioned incidents ?

Only a single son can feel the love of mother more than siblings. And in the same way, only single sons leave mom’s in orphanage more nowadays. We see our first hero in our dad but we see our first friend in our mom. From the scolding maths teacher to our bench mate, our moms know the stories. Our first mischief, our first day to school, our first honorable moment, our first blush, moms know us better than we know ourselves. Mom knows our favorite color, mom knows which fruits we love, mom knows which songs we hum the most and most importantly mom knows exactly when something is wrong.

Guys without moms finds mom in the friend’s place. He would be treated as an elder son in his best friend’s home, dishes prepared would be first served for him, his favorite non veg would be the menu if he returns back after a long time, their family’s critical decisions will be taken after his consulting and most importantly he would be loved with true heart.

Now no to forget all the scoldings and beating given by our moms. For most people their mom’s beating helped in giving the identification marks in tenth standard exams. By the time we understand that mom;s motto is to make us a super human and not just to make a joker out of us, we would have crossed our teens and life would be doing the duty of teaching lessons.

When a daughter gets married, a part of mother’s soul would die and when a son gets married, an additional part comes into her. It is always said that like father, like son. But it is actually, a mother makes a son or a daughter. If the father is so strict in a family, mother plays the easy going role and if the father is really easy going, mom takes the Hitler's role. She often thinks about her family, what to cook for them, what to arrange for them? What they would like, what they would enjoy, what they would dislike and she would enjoy just by the sight of us being happy.

Every mother has a smell that reminds her,

Every mother has a habit that reminds her,

Every mother cooks a dish that reminds her,

Every mother cares, loves , supports and encourages which always reminds us about them !

Thank you so much for taking time to read this post, I have a request for you guys and girls. No matter how great you become, no matter how rich you get, no matter how busy your day might me, spend some time with your mother. When empty kitchens starts to teach us lessons, life would be hell.

Let us not forget that it was our illiterate mother that taught us A, B, C, D.

It was she who took care of us when we were not able to differentiate between piss and shit.

Just once, tell her that you love her.

Hug her.