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the best!

Posted on: October 31, 2010

“you are the best mom we ever had” said daughter out of the blue

what do you say to that?

note: this was  followed by ” you are the best cooker mama”

good week friends!


Not medicine..conversation.

This happened during my last India trip. My little sister and I were at a pretty busy forex office. A bank style setting, there are few counters, 7-8 staff and 7-8 customers.

 My sis R works in tours industry and have many acquaintances in related businesses.

I am at the counter dealing with the teller when the manager sitting inside the office saw R and this followed over the counter from his office

‘hi R, how you have been? What news?’

‘nothing much . And you?’

‘heard you moved into new house. How is it? How much you guys paid?”

 The startled me looking at them alternatively, looking at the staff, looking at customers. Everybody is interested in the conversation

 ‘close to 50lakhs’ replied sister.

My jaws dropped and looked around..no other jaws were dropped.

‘on cash or bank loan?”, “how much loan’, ‘what interest rate these days’ ‘how many rooms’..rain of questions followed from the manager, other staff and even the customers.

 After talking to her once outside, I realized that I was only one who thought that was weird conversation over the counter.

 Mortgage, salaries, loans and money matters are talked/asked without hesitation and answered without hesitation there. If somebody is working, next question is how much is the salary.

 It is a different world here. These things are not asked/discussed between even closest friends; very confidential stuff.

 Some times during India trip I get asked this salary question from elders, with a preamb ‘just to get an idea. The neighbor’s son  who came from US for holidays last month, said he gets 7-8 lakhs a month. Can it be right?’ Gee..I don’t employ them nor have plans to disclose what I make.

 Any such interesting money conversation you came across?

 Note: makes a rasam post? (before that project dies the slow death). But I can’t remember whether I discussed salaries etc with friends /acquaintances

Last Sunday afternoon, we were stepping out to give masala dosas I made to next door neighbor prego lady. Weather is warm enough to feel warm and cold enough to feel cold. I asked my molu to put on her coat but I have no coat.

“mama, why you are not wearing coat mama. Because old ladies don’t get sick without coat  right mama?”


Rewind…3 days back on a cold windy evening I went to pick them from day care. I insisted that they put on coat and hat before we get outside and explained that I don’t want them to get sick. I was not wearing a hat. “mama, why then you are not wearing hat’. Took the escape route and said “ because mama is an old lady and it does not matter”. “why mama, old ladiesdon’t get sick by not wearing hat?”.

No answers…’ get into the car, will you? ‘

I was aware of her existence, but always refused to accept it, I am in denial.

 Last evening, as I was catching up with our municipal election results on TV and web updates at the same time, my mind went on a rewind- when there was no TV but just a radio.

 Equipped with a notebook and a pen I sat glued to the radio, keeping note of every update who is leading, who is falling, by how much margin with each update. This happened for every assembly and parliament elections, late into nites to early mornings. And my father loved it. I was only one equally excited as him or even more. Well, he was very active in politics, run successful campaigns for panchayat and won many times. His interest is understood.

 As for me, I always denied that I have anything to do with his politics, often refused to be known as my father’s daughter- a known name locally. However, my father always thought I will carry his lineage, will run for offices, make a wonderful community leader. May be rightly so, because I was office bearer in school councils throughout my school years. In college and university I continued to win elections and held key positions in college unions. My parents still has the newspaper cutting of one of my election announcement from grade 12 when I was elected general secretary of a prestigious college union ( with a pic of me with messy hair  gleaming among friends and confetti).

 But to his disappointment I flew to north and then eloped from the country of my parents…his dreams shattered, even now.

 Coincidently, it was panchayat election back home yesterday. My father’s brother’s daughter, my first cousin is running and  a second cousin. My father is so excited for her, feels like he is living a dream that I shattered.

 After casting our vote when we came home yesterday, I told my kids that mama ran for election in college. My son’s eyes popped out, stopped what he was doing and said ‘ next time you do, I will sure vote for you mama. You make a good leader’ and gave me a tight hug.

 Gee..I did not tell him that as I cast my vote yesterday, I fancied seeing my name on the ballot..wouldn’t tell my father anyways..I pretend that I don’t know her-my father’s daughter.

to a dear friend. Congrats to the family. Welcome beautiful boy! we have been waiting. God bless you, always, always!

keep well mommy and baby! ( dada and big brother!)

Here for you baby,  John Lenon’s ‘Beautiful boy’ by Celine Dion

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