I was sitting idly in my room simply making doodles in my book thinking about how to write and what to write. Blogging was a case of personal satisfaction but one of my esteemed "writer" friend had taken this to a whole new level that I was in a fix, on the matter of setting up my standards in writing. Just as I was beginning to think that this is not my cup of tea, the 'topic' served me with a nice hot cup of tea along with pakodas. I shamelessly ate and drank and again the leftover was taken away with a pleasant smile.
It is usually exaggerated and well appreciated in the realm of writing that one writes what he observes. More specifically the "matter" comes from around you and as if like obeying the rules of gravity and respecting Sir Newton, it accumulates in the creative center of your brain and again consenting to the laws of Physics, converts itself into sheer "energy" (being a physicist, i can't leave out Prof. Einstein) and transforms into words on a white paper. It is believed and proven that Homo sapiens as we are, are most generally classified on the basis of our gender, with unequal amounts of androgen and estrogen creating two kinds of beings with entirely different but sometimes surprisingly similar mentality. Michael Angelo in his famous treatise has proposed that a person becomes complete when he assimilates both the qualities of a man and a woman. But I believe, a 3rd kind which evolves gradually also exists in the very same world - mothers. It makes my head bow down in shame to think that it took me so long to acknowledge her existence through my creativity, if there is any.
I have just passed on from my teenage to a rather matured state of mind and body (even if sometimes I show signs of childlike behaviour here and there). For a person, it is one of the most challenging face of his/her life. Stress doesn't choose between male or female in adolescence, it plays its part fairly well on both. Like every teenager I went through a drastic change. It was like everything and everyone around you is changing. The hero of your life, your father slowly transforming into a dictator, the friend in your troubled world, your brother, sailing away to find his own shores, leaving you behind. But the one person who was not showing any signs of change was she - my mom. She had her soft hand massaging my curly hair every time I passed her in distress. The only difference was this time I did not let her do it, as I used to , while I was in school.
Anger gushed out like Israeli tanks spitting fire out on Palestinians, but the Great wall of Mommy faced it with no complaints. Even when I tried to confine myself in a cell of solitude away from the loved ones, indulged in wasting time and unhealthy practices, she was the one who broke all barrier and pulled me into light. That is why I believe, there exists a 3rd kind, existing in the same biological order as that of Homo sapiens but with a really different and exquisite set of "wired neurons" . May be the reason we say the "Creator" resides in a mother is because we cannot understand this 3rd kind and usually one of the definitions we assign to the creator is unimaginable.
She seldom knows what is happening around in the world since the exploration part is usually left to the male counterpart, by convention in a family.But she knows more than anybody what is happening "inside" : inside the house that she makes a home, inside the head of each and everyone in the family and she hides in her magic pot the tricks and solutions to all the problems they face. People say " An idle mind is a devil's workshop". From personal experience I say that "An idle mind won't be a devils workshop when attended by an Angel".Like every child she is my Angel. By custom or convention, we stand in front of lamp witnessing fire, closing ones eyes in silent prayer. Its her face that comes over and over in my mind during those times, showering eternal bliss.
A writer can think few lines of acknowledgment as an insult to her sacrifices but I believe this is just one feeling out of a zillions, which I have wrote about. It is very exciting to think that at a later point of time, maybe, I will be instrumental in the making and evolution of this 3rd kind for the future generations. As we are considered a speck in this ever expanding Universe, this note is also a speck among my everlasting feelings, the tip of iceberg, for my mother- " Topic - A Memoir of my Mommy" .
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