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“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be ridiculous than absolutely boring.”
—Merlyn Monroe said it right. My Mom is not a perfect woman. Neither she’s an expert ‘super mom’, nor she’s a ‘yummy mummy’ but a simple saree clad Indian woman who couldn’t get an opportunity to get educated well. She got married at the tender age of 13 and despite her adjustments amidst the adversities of that child marriage she proved her mettle as a real woman of strength.
Today, I’m unable to express my gratitude towards her in words as her love couldn’t be restrained in mere letters, characters and symbols. Every year on Mother’s day, the whole world talks about those cool moms who are the flag bearers of the ‘woman’s lib’ and the frontiers of female fundamentalism. These urban, oh-so-updated moms (even I claim to be one of them) take the lead and become the most talked about mothers of the creed. But my mother belongs to that bracket of women who are not much privileged, or rather say deprived of all the goodness of life.
She became a mother at the age of 16 when she didn’t even know the meaning of motherhood. Then, how could she be aware of good education or even women’s liberation? But, she tried her level best to let me see the world through my eyes, feel its beauty through my senses and add a little dose of beauty to this world through my tiny efforts.
Though it’s quite difficult for me, but I too, try to my optimum efforts, to add excellence in her inexpert expertise of managing all her duties in an expert way. Here are my notes to all those mothers similar to my Maa who are not given much still they gave all the more to this world in their silent yet expert way.
My Dear Inexpert yet Expert Maa,
Gone are the days when you used to shout at me, slap me to teach morals and manners. But today, when I do mistakes, feel guilty about them, and need those punishments again— I miss you Maa, my first expert Teacher
I hated when you imposed those diktats upon me to make me punctual and disciplined. But today, when I find it difficult to discipline my kids— I miss you Maa, my first expert Disciplinarian.
I got annoyed when you used to start whispering gossips in my ears about people around, amidst those social dos. But today, when I feel alone in the crowd and seek my best friend— I miss you Maa, my first expert Confidante.
I felt embarrassed in front of my friends when you couldn’t talk with them in English. But today, when I’m surrounded with people of plastic sensibilities and artificial egos and I need a true person with a pure heart and innocence— I miss you Maa, my first expert Communicator.
I hated that sweat and spice odour coming from your body when I used to return home seeing my friends’ lipstick clad moms. But today, when I return home tired and rush to the kitchen immediately for food— I miss you Maa, my first expert Cook.
I always had aversions against those brinjals, pumpkins and bitter-gourds when you forced me to eat them by the name of health. But today, when I try hard to initiate good eating habits in my kids and fail— I miss you Maa, my first expert Nutritionist.
I disliked when you were busy in cooking, cleaning and washing for us with unkempt hands and messy hair. But today, when I feel torn between work and home, forget myself, discover premature signs of ageing, I remember your ever-glowing aura— I miss you Maa, my first expert Beauty-Guide.
I got really hurt whenever you’ve slapped me or beaten me with your strong hands. I always blamed you for I was not physically as strong as you. But today, when I’m able to create and write with pen and keyboard with my delicate hands and thin wrists only, I owe my abilities to your strong hands which could do all the household work so efficiently to let me free for my studies and hobbies— I miss you Maa, my first expert Lady-of-strength.
I become astonished with the fact that how brave were you when you gave birth to me at the age of mere 16. But today when I hand-feed my 16 yrs old daughter, I feel failed in my parenting— I miss you Maa, my first expert Mother.
I felt panicky the day I discovered the first grey strand in my hair, I was literally confused among all those hair color brands for which to go for, but you were quite contemplated with your preferences of opting for the Desi. Your trust for Godrej Hair Color made me sorted. But today, when I’m flanked with numerous International hair color brands and still get confused, I opt for your choice only, that’s the Godrej Expert Hair Colour— I miss you Maa, my expert Hair-Color-Consultant.
I feel pathetic with the fact that today you are miles away from me while I’m writing this #Expert story with Godrej Expert. But with a smile, I’m reminiscing those love-hate moments of ours and I deeply miss you Maa, my first expert Inexpert.
The inexpert daughter of the expert Mother!