When they
were chatting up with my mom and grandma on their health and I entered with the
tea, all eyes fell on me and I found myself ending up as their latest topic of
discussion. As all grandmas are- loving and adoring their grandchildren, mine
was no different, and immediately started telling with pride on how well I was
managing the home (the breakfast was forgotten and the other mess, she was
thankfully unaware of!), without anybody’s help. I was getting happy that
finally all my hard work and effort would be appreciated and I would be nothing
short of a star in front of all.
I turned towards them with a smile waiting to
hear them laud praises on me, that’s when one of them spoke up- “How nice,
she’s getting trained up for the future. So, how’s the feeling, managing a home
like we do? ” That’s when it hit me that what I had done was no big deal and
all this was being done by these home-makers sitting in front of me, DAILY! And
that too, with perfection, there was no place for making any mistakes by them!
That’s when I realized that passing B.tech was nothing compared to what these
women- our moms do daily! And imagine the condition of a working mom! Apart from all the work, they managed to find
time for family and children, taking care of everybody’s likes and dislikes,
every single moment. These women truly made buildings of bricks and stone to
what we call a HOME. That day definitely increased my respect for all the moms
and home-makers- who do so much and do it selflessly, with no expectations in
return of any rewards or praises. Silently I paid them all a big Roadies
salute, well deserved by all of them.
Well, the
story doesn’t end here. As they say- “Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost...”, so
is this one. There was dinner yet to be made! After the completely tiring day,
the best I could come up with at night was making the humble porridge, (well they were sick,
after all!) and I made it quite alright. And for my siblings and me, well, a
packet of Maggi noodles was for dinner that night. Did not the ads claim that it was
a wholesome meal and all that? Well, I completely agreed with them! So that was
that!
Finally the day ended with me preparing beds and putting off everybody to
sleep, praying fervently to God that whatever happens, make my mom alright! :P
And
thankfully God heard my prayer or my mom felt pity on me - I don’t know, she got
back her strength, and was back to normal the next day. And THAT was the end of my
disastrous day in the kitchen, and a day of realization!
