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Why I met Your Mother ?
Social media is where losers go to feel important. Now that you are also on it, you know about the plethora of unwanted forwards and messages sent by some people with nothing worthwhile to do. Since the advent of whatsapp and facebook, i have seen a steady rise in messages glorifying 'Housewife' or what they rather call a 'Homemaker'. Hopefully, your generation will not have that concept. I may be completely wrong, but i think the modern housewife is a lady who has wasted her education, buried her ambition and now finds an excuse in taking pride to work for her family. Some of them have 2-3 maids helping them out, shop online, a mother in law helping them, but still they will try to prove to the world that they are an oppressed lot. My mother, my sister, my mavshis, my aatya, my mother-in-law all of them have broken this stereotype. They have successfully excelled in their jobs, while managing their homes with aplomb.
And ofcourse, there is your mother. She will love to stay at home, but there is no better teacher in Ecole Mondiale. She will love to not to cook at all, but her dishes are finger licking good. She will love to forget about household chores, but u cant find a dirty spot once she is done cleaning. She will love someone else to take care of you so that she can rest a bit, but she ends up doing everything for you due to her strong maternal instincts. She will love to be the 'Pooja' of Vagdevi, but she plays the role of wife, mother, teacher, daughter, daughter-in-law with great finesse.
I have changed her over years. Rather, she has changed a lot for me. Eating habits, some personal habits, job, television shows, behaviour, relations. In the last 10 years, she has been drastically influenced by me. But, have i changed because of her?
'Jo dikhta hain, woh bikta hain' is the rule of this world. People around us see that i cook, i go to buy vegetables, do shopping from D-mart, will have no second thoughts to go run an errand, and also teach in classes to earn a living. Well, I am the hero, according to everyone around us. But, actually she is the director, producer, the entire support staff which makes this hero look good.
She works in her school for 8 hours, sometimes 9, with all the office politics, handling the bosses, colleagues, students, parents. I work for barely 4-5 hours a day, with absolutely none of the above headache. I barely have to listen to any chatter from my colleagues or any parent or even my relatives. Her ears get cooked up with all sorts of nonsense. I cook to show off my skills. She cooks with love. When, i look after you, i have Aaji-Aaba and Rohini Mavshi actually doing all the work. She handles you single handedly through the whole evening till you sleep at night. She went through all those tests, treatments, pills and injections and your first word was 'Dadda'. She will call even my relatives to wish them on occassions and when i reluctantly take the call, people talk about what a nice person I am. She never gets the credit she deserves. And i appreciate noone but myself.
8 years ago, when i was going through a rough proffesional patch, she was my emotional support. Now that, Covid 19 has tied all my earnings, she is my financial support. I am proud to say that it is my wife's salary that has helped us sail through these rough times. She bought financial stability in our life by introducing savings in mutual funds (My ego almost stopped her from doing that). She brought discipline in accounts by making me file my yearly tax returns. She is trying to push me into following my passion of acting.
So, doesn't she have any flaws. Many. I could write a novel on those. But, they are nothing compared to her endearing qualities. She is the bridge between me and my parents. She is the balance between me and her relatives. She doesnt cringe on filthy habits. She laughs on my silliest jokes. She appreciates my writing, my poetry. She loves my acting. She devours my cooking. I wish one day, i can tell her what she means to me. Her smile makes me happy. Her touch makes me alive. She makes me feel special. I was living; She became the reason of my existence. I was a normal mortal; She made me a better person. I was a simple man; She made me a good human. The Universe had a plan to make me believe in love.
And that son, is Why I Met Your Mother
And ofcourse, there is your mother. She will love to stay at home, but there is no better teacher in Ecole Mondiale. She will love to not to cook at all, but her dishes are finger licking good. She will love to forget about household chores, but u cant find a dirty spot once she is done cleaning. She will love someone else to take care of you so that she can rest a bit, but she ends up doing everything for you due to her strong maternal instincts. She will love to be the 'Pooja' of Vagdevi, but she plays the role of wife, mother, teacher, daughter, daughter-in-law with great finesse.
I have changed her over years. Rather, she has changed a lot for me. Eating habits, some personal habits, job, television shows, behaviour, relations. In the last 10 years, she has been drastically influenced by me. But, have i changed because of her?
'Jo dikhta hain, woh bikta hain' is the rule of this world. People around us see that i cook, i go to buy vegetables, do shopping from D-mart, will have no second thoughts to go run an errand, and also teach in classes to earn a living. Well, I am the hero, according to everyone around us. But, actually she is the director, producer, the entire support staff which makes this hero look good.
She works in her school for 8 hours, sometimes 9, with all the office politics, handling the bosses, colleagues, students, parents. I work for barely 4-5 hours a day, with absolutely none of the above headache. I barely have to listen to any chatter from my colleagues or any parent or even my relatives. Her ears get cooked up with all sorts of nonsense. I cook to show off my skills. She cooks with love. When, i look after you, i have Aaji-Aaba and Rohini Mavshi actually doing all the work. She handles you single handedly through the whole evening till you sleep at night. She went through all those tests, treatments, pills and injections and your first word was 'Dadda'. She will call even my relatives to wish them on occassions and when i reluctantly take the call, people talk about what a nice person I am. She never gets the credit she deserves. And i appreciate noone but myself.
8 years ago, when i was going through a rough proffesional patch, she was my emotional support. Now that, Covid 19 has tied all my earnings, she is my financial support. I am proud to say that it is my wife's salary that has helped us sail through these rough times. She bought financial stability in our life by introducing savings in mutual funds (My ego almost stopped her from doing that). She brought discipline in accounts by making me file my yearly tax returns. She is trying to push me into following my passion of acting.
So, doesn't she have any flaws. Many. I could write a novel on those. But, they are nothing compared to her endearing qualities. She is the bridge between me and my parents. She is the balance between me and her relatives. She doesnt cringe on filthy habits. She laughs on my silliest jokes. She appreciates my writing, my poetry. She loves my acting. She devours my cooking. I wish one day, i can tell her what she means to me. Her smile makes me happy. Her touch makes me alive. She makes me feel special. I was living; She became the reason of my existence. I was a normal mortal; She made me a better person. I was a simple man; She made me a good human. The Universe had a plan to make me believe in love.
And that son, is Why I Met Your Mother
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