Life, Eccentricities And Me

Mother...the magical word crafted with real love, for every child. They say, she was deliberately created and softly placed at all places where God could not be there! And how true it remains till date. Mother...or Mumma surprisingly is the first word a baby utters and that, not only becomes a major milestone in his/her life but also the mother’s. Mother...a flesh and bone human whose more than half the physiological system is governed and ruled by emotions is the biggest support that a child has; she chides, she hides, she loves, she scolds, she is easily angered, but she exudes a perennial warmth that can calm down all the storms that shake us up. Mother...the softest creature created by the almighty can suddenly become a superhuman entity when her child is troubled and the next moment she melts like your favorite ice cream! Mother...of any generation or genre remains the same; you miss 3 calls from her and you are pronounced dead! You drop one glass and she assumes you can brin

Few weeks back when my parents landed in Mumbai, I did get into this cooking spree which by now has lessened since Maa is here and we all know how obsessed we are with our mother’s food that we detest trying out otherwise. Now one of the days when I dished out a simple item like “chapati” to Baba, he was pleasantly surprised at my culinary expertise (the reason I boast of it is because he has been sadly the only person who has relentlessly tried my cooking disasters with a smile...and sometimes they had been real d-i-s-a-s-t-e-r-s) Baba, who is otherwise a gentleman of fewest of words really appreciated the hot round servings of the flat bread, adding on that they were even better than Maa’s! That was a huge compliment though! Now here the point isn’t to exhibit or promote my culinary excellence but to talk about some of the key tenets of great parenting skills which my parents have showcased (and are still). My parents never believed in the idea of constant pat on the backs, which