The way you seem like you will never give up.
The way you finally give up, with the blanket in air and a slap on my back.
The way you make my favourite breakfast daily: omelettes.
They way you abhor eggs and cannot stand the smell.
The way you never complain.
The way you're addicted to your saas-bahu sagas, fultoo updated with all the plots.
The way you never understand cricket, however much I try.
The way we watch the game together when I'm home.
The way you never like my haircuts, my sideburns or my goatee.
The way you never understand the concept of low-waist jeans.
The way you always think I'm the cutest kid on the planet.
The way you always try to teach me manners and make me look like I belong to the same species. The way you always think I've lost weight when I come home, including the time when I had gained a good 7kgs.
The way you always pulled the purse's strings when Dad tried his best to spoil me. How I hated you then! The way you explained to me the perils of smoking when He told his cigarette tales from college. The way you never let us know till things got better again that the family income was zero for three years. The way you never needed anything for yourself. The way you never took sides when we fought and taught me how to face the bullies (read: sisters). The way you always let me have the best coffee mug. The way you always cut me the biggest slice of the cake.
The way you accepted the fact that getting into fights is my way of life. The way you always chided me when the teacher complained of yet another "kaarnaama" at school and then lovingly explained the way things should be.
The way you pretended that you didn't notice that empty bottle of beer in my room that day.
The way you realize my handicap at expressing my gratitude/love/respect to anyone orally. The way you never expect me to greet you on the phone and still bless me everytime.
I've never told this to you and I probably never will: I love you, Ma!
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It was her birthday yesterday. As always (literally, always), I forgot about it till 1pm.
Plan: Sleep till 2. Go to eat at 2. Go to class at 2.30. Get a gift for her at 4. Leave for home at 4.30.
Action: I overslept and woke up at 6. Couldn't even go home.
Biggest loser ever!
Things first.. "Happy Birthday Aunty" (:
ReplyDelete{promise d last time use of ur special smiley Varun}
Mothers are so so so so so adorable.
I want my ma to read dis post...
Lovely!!!
That song from Dasvidaniya is so apt na..
Maa... Meri Maa...Mamma
My favourite post ever :):)
Aww that's the sweetest birthday gift. And especially because it's from an EQ challenged you.
ReplyDeleteHope she's reading it.
i wish ur mom gets 2 read this ... that ws soooo sweet ...
ReplyDeleteUm, dude, this is indeed the best post I've ever read on your blog. Complete honest. Make sure that you, at least, let her know that you wrote something for her... I want to tell my own mother all the things I should, but I'm too scared to. I don't want to disappoint her. But she won't be around forever and I should tell her now while I still can. And I think you should do that, too!
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@ Dipa: Thanks a ton, dear! Mommies are adorable indeed, probably a part of their job description! (: The song is one of my faves as well (:
ReplyDeleteIndeed dude...i rate this above all your posts...this one is ought to have read out to your Mom...This will be the greatest gift ever..
ReplyDeleteHave read many tributes written to mothers. This one is genuine. Good read , and a lucky Mom you have for a son who actually knows how to express it!
ReplyDeleteIt was the best best post ever I read in any of the Blogger's blog. Love u, bhai for this post.
ReplyDelete@ Dipa: And you can keep using "my" smiley D
ReplyDelete@ Purba: Thanks! (: EQ challenged me, lol! Loved it! And, are you kidding me! After all the shit I scribble around in this space, this blog needs to away from the remotest semblance of family!
ReplyDelete@ vicious: Thanks! I dont hope!
ReplyDelete@ Arjit: Thanks man! I usually cant express anything good to anyone! So, that wont be possible. But why scared, you?
ReplyDelete@ Jai: Thanks, bhai! (:
ReplyDelete@ Anita: Thanks! I cant really express it to her, so she's pretty unlucky!
ReplyDelete@ Mukesh: Thanks bhai! (:
ReplyDeleteAwesome post! :)
ReplyDeleteOfficially authorised now --> (:
ReplyDeleteProbably the biggest loser ever, truly.
ReplyDeleteBut this time, the post lived up to the hype generated by the comments. Truly, an AWESOME post. :)
all that you mentioned happens with many of us....their love is so so much selfless for us....that we start taking them 'for granted'....but in the end...we know ....We love them ...as much as they do.....but expressing to them is again tough..don't know why :(
ReplyDeleteanyways I liked your honest confession!!
Tujhe sab hai pata hai na Ma !!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful tribute from a ladla (read nalayak) beta :-P
My class teacher used to say appreciate beauty... by your speech! Although I couldn't do it ever... make sure you do it by letting her read this post! No words!
ReplyDeleteQuite touchy but as Gurudit said u r d biggest loser ever!
ReplyDeleteSomehow, I'll ensure you do not forget it next year.. Promise and nothing 'Pichuk' about it (:
Belated Happy B'day to your mom.
ReplyDeleteMom's are the only people who put up with all our nonsense and still love us without expecting anything in return.
Hahahaha..well better late than never ..hope you would have wished her atleast..
ReplyDeleteBelated Happy birthday mango man's ma ;)
Nice tribute that you have given to your ma.. :)
@ Ana_treek: Thank you (: Glad!
ReplyDeleteDipa: Well, you shouldn't be walking on air. I can snatch away the usage rights when I wish!
ReplyDelete@ Gurdit: I know! :| Thanks, this time!
ReplyDelete@ Aayush: Seriously man, inside all of us is hidden a cheesy heart that makes shitflicks like K3G exploit the same!
ReplyDeleteThanks! (:
@ Saumya: Last reply was for you. (slip up!)
ReplyDelete@ Aayush: Well I cant really make her read it now but sometime in the future, I probably will! (:
@ Shourav: Bete, itna bhi nalayak nahi main! Do-do gifts diye agle din!
ReplyDelete@ Austerelyfreaky: Well, its either sadique or double a! My call: double a! Pichuk! Thanks!
ReplyDelete@ Sh@s: Probably yes. In my case though, its the daddie as well! :D
ReplyDelete@ Alcina: Yeah, I finally did. Went home the next day. Thanks! (:
ReplyDelete... So true :)
ReplyDeleteLovely :)
ReplyDeleteYou are a mummy's boy, and I mean that in a good way.
ReplyDelete(: जन्मदिन मुबारक Varun (:
ReplyDeleteSweet... :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Abantika (:
ReplyDelete@ Valli: Glad you liked it! (:
ReplyDelete@ Gorilla: I take it in a good way. Thanks. (:
ReplyDelete@ Dipa: Heyyyy thanks a ton!! You remembered!! (:
ReplyDeleteloved the post...
ReplyDeleteand btw belated happy birthday :)
Thank you, Manish for the appreciation and the birthday wishes! (:
ReplyDeleteArreyy!!! u have got a way wid words yaar!!! loved it :)
ReplyDelete:) Comments like this make the day!
ReplyDeletehey there,
ReplyDeleteI too started writing a blog. would be great if u could tell me hows it since i have just started.
http://devillishinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/11/55-fiction.html
thanks.. cheers :)
p.s. - reject the comment :p
That is amazingly sweet and mature at the same time. Good boy you are, Mr. Varun.
ReplyDeletenicely expressed feelings for your mother. touching.
ReplyDelete@ Mani: Sure thing, man. I was kinda busy last few days. So couldn't take time out. Will catch up soon!
ReplyDelete@ Abhishek: Thanks, dude! I am :D
ReplyDelete@ Shahenshah: Glad (:
ReplyDeleteoho all saccharine and sugar...aunty ki balle balle hui ya nahi....kya diya??
ReplyDeleteHaan kinda. Gifted her an *awesome* mysore silk saree!
ReplyDeleteIs this written by a guest blogger =D What happened to that emotionally challenged mangoman we all love?
ReplyDelete:D No, I happen to have a chhota sa EQ stashed away somewhere! (:
ReplyDeleteAll smiles at the sentiment and the gesture. Sweet boy :P
ReplyDeleteI can very well imagine the sarcasm behind every word, DP! :x
ReplyDeleteAwwwww that was really sweet, boy! Could never imagine such a passionate writeup from you! Tops!
ReplyDeleteGood boy! :P
ReplyDelete@ PRajakta: Well, miracles do happen!
ReplyDelete@ SFS: What was that smiley for?
ReplyDeleteThe best post ever.
ReplyDelete@ Shyam Sir: Thanks! Means a lot (:
ReplyDeleteAlso how Ma will never ever like the girl you like..yeah that quite happens with our moms...when u introduce ur girl to her..
ReplyDeleteIf u do get time out of ur "Hectic MBA pursuit" read Issac Bashevis Singer's story The Needle..
sometime long back i wrote a verse on mom
http://shrillvoices.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothersweet-mother-of-mine.html
very sweet. and if i understand moms, she will shed a tear if she gets to this.. aren't mums the sweetest in the world!
ReplyDelete@ Shrill: I have actually. It was a part of our ICSE syllabus. :)
ReplyDelete@ Anu: It'll be too damn embarassing showing her this!!
ReplyDeletetears in my eyes after read!!! realy moms are god!!
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