Really, today, when I look back, I realise, what a treasure trove of knowledge my mother has been! She has an answer to each and every question; and a logical one, at that. I really wonder, how she could gather and process all that information and supply it so efficiently, as and when required! I have read somewhere, that every new generation comes blessed with more grey matter than the previous one. But, when I think about my mother, I can conclude confidently- and, I am sure, you all will, too – that our mothers, who belonged to the past generation, were blessed with much more grey matter than any of us. Else, they wouldn’t be having solutions to each and every issue in life.
I remember how pathetic I was in mathematics. I hated the subject with all my heart. It showed on my answer sheets! But, one day, mum decided that enough was enough, and took matters in her own hands. She being a Political Science student, helped me with my algebra and geometry, and wonder of wonders, this dud secured fabulous marks in her tests! A feat she had never even dreamt of!
Well, that’s how smart my mum is! Wonder why I am taking all the credit!
Her knowledge about the universe and its funny ways was beyond my understanding. Every night, during our after- dinner strolls, she would point out to planets and constellations in the sky, telling us not only their names, but also the story behind each of those, which we found rather amusing, and enlightening. And, if she failed to answer any particular question, then she would promptly find out the answer and present it the very next day! And, what do we smart-asses do today? We google stuff and call ourselves geniuses! No, I don’t do it. At least, not in front of my mum. She would never say a word, but, I myself would feel ashamed to show-off my artificial knowledge to someone as ‘genuine’ as mum.
These days, since the time I learned to handle the computer, I do look up for info on the net. But, if I am ever in need of some reliable information, I simply call up mum. I know I will get what I want. And, that’s why, I don’t get panicky on days when Mr. Google decides go away on a sabbatical. I have my very own google, encyclopaedia, all rolled into one – my mum!