3rd February, 2015.
If dates are of any significance, I’d say there are only a
few dates which I care about. I will quote them out later just because I want
to prove a point, but let’s just talk about this date for now.
My mother, Mrs. Chandana Bhowmick nee Kabiraj, is the
strongest woman I will ever know. From being a girl, to a woman, to a wife and
finally being a mother, I am not unaware of her life and of her aspects, which
always had varied. Now I know that everyone sees their mother as the favorite person
of their life, I might say she’s not my favorite in any manner. Nope! Not in
the least. Why? Because if I say she is my favorite, I will have to put her
into comparison with other people, it is the basic rule of favoring something
or someone. Based on qualities and attributes, we will compare between two
different individuals and then will conclude with a result, which I am not
going to do with my mother. No! She is not my favorite because she is
incomparable with anybody. None can be actually compared with her, in aspects
of personalities, her exploits before her marriage, post marriage, on the time
of my birth (unfortunate) and which is still going on. She had led an amazingly
adventurous life, which sometimes seems eerily unbelievable. I mean, who would
believe that she actually met mother Teresa when she was 5 or 6 years old, who
carried my mother on her lap? I didn’t believe it! Not for the first time,
actually. Or it seems too unbelievable that she survived two times from being
struck by a lightning. There are more stories like these that she occasionally
shares with me, but they are not the things that makes her, “her”! I have seen
her at times when most of the people break, she stands still, calm and
determined, at times of trouble, she’s the voice of wisdom. She cares more than
it needs to, shields me from everything that comes my way. I mean, how many
mothers are there who will call you after every half an hour when you’re out?
Or when you’re half an hour late? Not much I guess! It is not that she is a
control freak, though it annoys me at times, but now I know why she does that,
or perhaps it’s an educated guess. I think it is due to the stop events that I ranted
about in my previous blabber.
Then there’s her extremity that makes her my mother. If she
loves someone, it becomes her duty to love them, be there for them no matter
what! And that basically includes my few friends, who had the unfortunate
misfortune to meet me and be my friend. Sometimes she even forgets that she is
my mother not theirs and acts as a second mother to them. Promises and commitments
are not just some words in a dictionary and certainly not some shackles and
bounds, which are to some. She is the one who taught me the reason we love
someone, and the reason why should we promise and be there even if they are not.
She taught me that if I give my word, be it any word, from the slightest help
to the ultimate promise of staying beside a person even when they don’t need
me, I shall fulfill it. She told me that when I promise someone, I actually have
their faith put on me, and it is a sin if I harm someone’s faith, the person will
not trust anyone anymore if do those. She is old school, that’s classy if you
ask me. I too try to do that, promising and stuff, and in the process I have
been destroying myself, hurt and pained. I guess, it is like mother, like son! She
can turn intimidating and formidable if trifled with. Well, I have seen her in both ways, and I really don’t want her
latter part to come out. And then there is her outspoken attitude. She speaks,
and in a way that it might inflict slight discomfort to people who can’t handle
truth, and she doesn’t care. Then there is this, that, the other things that
makes her apart from everyone. Sure, she maybe is not that much liberal, if being
liberal means letting me loose like a godless bull, allowing me to do shit
things, I know of some people who do that, but it might be her restraints on me
that made me this person, who writes, emotes and maybe romanticize things. She taught
me not only to love but to never lose hope, never give up because it took a
little longer than it should, because eventually, everything returns. Things and
people. It is her hope that makes me hope and stand my ground.
I never told my mother that I love her, not for once. And I might
not even tell her that. But she knows. She always knew what I feel, I fail to
do that.
Sometimes I feel I am not a better son, my brother
is, maybe, but not me. Not a better son, not a better friend, definitely not a
better lover and as a person I am a horrid existence. Regardless of that, I know
she is there, the strongest and wisest person I will ever meet. Well, probably
because she is an idiot! It runs through my family, stubbornness and being
stupid, keeping promises, loving people and what not. I have been told that we
Bhowmicks have serious issues, but then, people will never understand and
especially no one will understand Maa, because
if I cannot understand her, and if my father has stopped understanding her,
amazed by her powers, I have serious doubts about everyone else. Just a note,
if anyone of you do have the fortune to meet my mother, I must warn you, you
will be filled with so much love that you’ll want to replace me with you! I know
that and I do not exaggerate, it is crappy!
I will just conclude this by saying, Happy Birthday Mother! I
am the luckiest person alive! And I just want to be your son, here, there and
in every world possible. Be awesome!
the woman! (and not so special guy)
Regards.
P.s- I said I will quote out the dates I hold dear to me,
well, here goes, in a chronological order-
03rd February – maa’s birthday
06th February,2014- there was a book fair…
16th February- Doc’s birthday ( i remember, see?)
12th march – yeah well, how can I forget this? love it, hate it, this date will be the best one...
28th June, 2014 -
well… a message.
7th august- Dishant’s birthday
27th August- bhai’s birthday
21st December- baba’s birthday (I will talk about
him too, in time)
22nd December-2013- went to mehrauli for the
first time…and a birthday…and too many dreams.
Well, these are some of those dates! I don’t know why they
hammer my head though! Cheers!
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