My Encyclopaedia, my Google – my Mum!

My Encyclopaedia, my Google – my Mum!

                   Life, today, has become pretty easy for us humans, thanks to computers! I mean, life is tough, but when it comes to finding information on how to fight the various battles in our life, all it takes is a single click, and, Voila! we have an answer, with countless options, ready to help us out of our mess! Or so, we think. But, way back, when this Big C wasn’t invented, we had another, much more reliable source of information, which guaranteed a clean rescue from our problems, and that was (and is even now) our mother!

               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!        

Will I?

Will I?

                   The reclining chair in the patio looks appealing. I drag myself to it and just fall into its  ‘arms’; my tired limbs thank me.  My eyelids start drooping after the long and tiring day. Ah! Sheer bliss – this peace and quiet, the zephyr working its magic on my fatigued nerves, the fragrance of the white frangipani wafting along with it – what more could I ask for? Umm, maybe the company of a loved one, holding hands, talking into the sunset, forgetting the world and its botheration for a few moments of togetherness.  That would be perfect.
           But, life is perfect.  My job at the school, the kids, my colleagues. That’s my world. My life. My identity. The happiness, the satisfaction I get at the end of the day, is incomparable.  Then, why do I feel an emptiness within?  Why is there this ache, that refuses to leave me in peace? A longing, which gives me many a sleepless nights. What is it that I crave? Or, should it be ‘who is it that I long for’?
        At times, the longing feels sweet, the ache reassuring; a proof that the heart still beats, in spite of the many failures in matters of the heart, my heart feels. And, at times, it is sheer hell, just going through the day, seeing happy faces all around, the love and togetherness in other lives. It’s a pain I find unbearable. Times, when I wish I could just cast away my dreams and desires, forsake this need and reach my  Zen.
      Will I ever reach my Zen, or will this struggle go on?
       
           
              
Words.

Words.

                 Long back, I heard a song that simply took my heart away! It was by the pop group – Boyzone – which I am sure you must have heard.

      It’s only words, and words are all I have,
      to take your heart away…

     I agree, that  actions speak louder than words, but, isn’t it also true, that our words do have the strength to not only take away someone’s heart, but also break it in a thousand pieces?

       Words spoken with love, from the bottom of the heart, words of encouragement, of motivation, words of wisdom, spoken at the exact moment, words of advice, offered subtly and discreetly- they all have the desired effect. Words – they can actually turn a life around!  Can you imagine the enormous power our words  have?

     We humans have been blessed with the ability to speak – think and speak. But, do we ever give a thought to the effect our words can have on someone, especially, when uttered in the heat of the moment? We just go with the flow – the flow of our emotions – and say things that have the capacity to ruin a life. Don’t we know, that words once uttered can never be taken back?  

      I have met people, whose words have lifted my morale, helped me find my bearings, motivated me to give my best shot. Words uttered with warmth and love by my family and friends, words typed with affection, and a  purity of heart, by my virtual friends – thanks to them, I am here, writing my 168th post, completing  a challenge I had chickened out of! There, truly, has been a lot I learnt from these wonderful people, who have played with words in such a way, it has had a positive effect on my life.

       Really, if we have been blessed with an ability to express ourselves through words, why don’t we use it to spread love and good cheer among our fellow humans?  And, make our Maker proud! Wouldn’t it be a far more peaceful place to live in?

       Let’s choose our words with care.

      

A blessing.

A blessing.

                 Vicarious. it means, experienced in the imagination, through the feelings and actions of another person.

The word just popped into my head today, and had me thinking if I have ever enjoyed or experienced something vicariously.  And, as if in answer, my nephew, P, came bounding down his room, waving his storybook, shouting excitedly “Ma, you promised me you would read the rest of the story today! Come, let’s go and read!”

Yes, my nephew calls me, Ma. That’s short for Mami (aunt) in Marathi. It also means mother. And, because he is my sis-in-law’s son, people  find it odd why he calls his aunt, Ma. Well, he calls me so because of  a request I made my sis-in-law the day he was born. I asked her if she could teach him to call me Ma, as Chikoo won’t be able to call me so. The overwhelming sense of happiness, contentment on being called, “Mother”, is incomparable to anything, ever. That is what I realised when he began calling me, Ma. That is what I realise today, when he demands I leave all work aside and tell him a story, or cook his favourite meals, or play with him, in short, do all the things his mother does for him. Through him, I am experiencing motherhood. Through him, I am experiencing a blessing bestowed upon women by our Creator.

I also experienced pregnancy vicariously. My dear sis in law took me through this journey: morning sickness, food cravings, mood swings, the baby’s movements, everything. She would tell me what she was experiencing at any time of the day, and how it felt. The baby kicking and moving within her womb, kicked and moved within my heart. It was such a gratifying experience, which would not have been possible without her. And, for that, I will remain ever so grateful to her. I may not know the intricate details about the physiological changes that a woman undergoes during pregnancy. I may not know anything about the pain that she goes through during labour.  But, I do know how it  feels to be a mother.

I am glad we humans have this ability to learn about  things from others that we can’t experience ourselves. I could experience a miracle that is childbirth. I am sure there are countless people out there, who have experienced many such joys vicariously. Isn’t that a blessing?

Miss you, my love!

Miss you, my love!

Sniff sniff sniff…
   I follow her  trail,  to no avail. This is the spot where I met her yesterday, where we promised to meet  today. This is the place, where I set my eyes on her; she, in all her white furry glory, her light  brown eyes, her sexy whiskers, and her tail, swaying side to side. 
   There was something about the twinkle in those eyes, they grabbed my heart, and turned my world upside down. Her bark felt like music to my ears, her breath the sweetest breath, ever! And, her gait – oh, goodness, have I ever seen a more gracious sway before!?
   
  Here I am, waiting for her, missing her like crazy. Wondering when she will come, join me on my walk, and make this the best moment of my day. I find it tough to walk back home without a look at my love. But, go home, I must. For, tomorrow is another day , a day full of hope, a day full of promise. A hope that I will meet her, a promise that I will make her, of being her friend for the rest of my life, and showering her with my love forever and ever.