You know what the ultimate threat/wish of a mother is? The one that comes spontaneously when the kids do not kneel on the floor and rub their nose in the ground pay proper and adequate respect to her as a parental authority? Well she draws herself to her full height (so what if she is short) and hisses “May you have children just like you”. My Mom cursed , Blessed me with those very words, and guess what, yeah, I am doing just the same.
It was February and I was taking special care of my appearance. Since I was skinny (sigh, wish I still was) I decided to wear a full length parrot green gown with lots of frills and flounces, rolled up socks in my bra, lipstick on my mouth (dark red) a bit on my cheek (YES dark red) green eyeliner and high heels I could barely balance on. It was my very first adult party, the school farewell. The family thought I looked something like this, but mercifully did not tell me
But I thought I looked like this
Yes in my eyes I was hot and thought I would be the most popular person in the party. Sadly this is India and us girls were all huddled on one side of the room trying our best to be oblivious of the boys eyeing us warily from their side of the room. And our Phys Ed teacher had rotten taste in music and kept playing Donny Osmond and Rishi-Neetu songs. Naturally no one wanted to dance to that even if we were asked to dance. One of our teachers came and told us girls that we should dance and we did … with each other. Our high heels came off and we danced barefoot to Ek Main aur Ek Tu. Kid#1 smartly did not go for his farewell party. Kid#2 did, clad in brand new Levi jeans, lovely Nike shoes and a psychedelic shirt which never got worn again. He came back at 8 pm with a disgusted expression and insisted that we go out and party. I nearly said “But you already came back from one”. Luckily I did not and saved my reputation for that day. No, I never asked him what went wrong. I suspect his metallic smile (braces) might have a lot to do with it.
I could hear my Ma say “May you have kids just like you”
Well you cant keep my kids down any more that you could supress me. We land on our feet. We are survivors. Its Kid#2’s Fresher’s Meet today and since I had his School farewell in mind, I was full of concern and started quizzing him about the programme, the music, the dancing he might have to do (he doesnt like to dance) and he turns and quashes me down with a very patronising and worldly smile
“Ma, we are grown up okay. We will sit and drink, and if something clicks ….” and gave a very man of the world shrug.
Hello? He is eighteen years old, in his first year.
And I hear my Ma saying “May you have kids just like you”
Well, okay, I’ll pass it forward … My darling son, May you have kids just like you