My Mom...Journey of motherhood!!

For a person with absolutely miserable memory, it is mental torture to keep remembering things...having dreams and visions about few very fond memories and hoping against hopes that these bits and pieces of memories don't get lost with time or rather wondering often what if I forget this or that???? Thats exactly what prompted to write...or rather jot down my memories....

And I feel its high time I gave my mom her due share of credits....but to tell you the truth it wasn't always a joyride for us... It was the usual mom-daughter fights.... She picks one dress, I like the other, She picks another...I pick another...it'd take us two hours for us to finally decide on one that I'm comfortable with and my mom in love with....

Oh My..How she loved having me as a baby.... She never could stop taking pictures of me...Maybe thats one reason why I'm a poser... ;) I have heard rumours that given a chance she used to bite me...when I was baby...well you ought to know who the rumour monger is...well its only my dearest Mom...

My mom isn't one of those well-educated office going type... She took no interest in her studies... I have heard from both sides (my mom and dad) that when they were in School my Dad used to do her math homework...he never had the patience to teach her how to do it but he just did it himself...now how good is that?????He was also ten years her senior by age!!! But then hey...She is one hell of a creative lady..... I am proud to say that my creativity was inherited from my mom....my awesome mom..... I can draw, sketch, paint, make handmade cards.... thanks to my mom... She always used to encourage me and she was a big fan of my paintings... Well you won't believe it...but she never used to like the idea of selling my work (paintings ;)) and yet I have sold them...just because it was to people my mom knew personally.... ;)

Have you ever heard that if one parent is the tough one then the other tends to soften up to their child...well...my mom was beyond doubt the tough one and dad was the one who always used to spoil me!!!!

Growing up, I and mom have had our share of differences, anger issues, frustrations and sometimes even at this age we still fight... but now she cares and worries about me more than fight with me...She wishes I was still close to her..there at home..for her to yell at me.... ;) How she misses me...and How I miss her!!! Its true that when you don't have it you always end up missing it the most...!!! Maintaining a long distance relationship isn't too easy...especially trying to hide my disappointments and fear...and me missing her just makes it worse...but then I still call her every other day...if I don't she panics!!!

She wasn't a mom who allowed her daughter to do whatever she wants, whenever she wants...go for movies with friends..least of all a boyfriend.. Till I moved to Glasgow I have always been afraid to go to movies with friends but yeah that didn't stop me few times....but trust me...oh the guilt....I wished I've never done that.... She didn't give me too much of freedom but just enough to maintain good friendships... yes... She knew all my friends right from school to college and she has her own favourites among them... her favourites are the ones thats lasted in my life...She has these instincts about people.... and trust me its spooky... She'd find out when I lie with just one look!!! She was way too protective about me and growing up around my mama bear wasn't that easy....Yet I have survived...experience I tell you from her though....

For person who didn't know much about the world, my mom was born and brought up in Colombo, Sri Lanka, has travelled continents after she married my Dad, settled in a strange weird place called Nigeria..where she gave birth to strange beautiful ME...and yet travelled again.... Her passport has more stamps than anyone I've known now...and finally my proud parents have settled down not in one place now but in two...yes Dad's in Andhra, and Mom's in Chennai.... but yeah they travel to and fro to be together during holidays!!

Being the youngest in her family of 6 brothers and two older sisters..my mom was obviously the spoilt one.... She's still a kid I tell you... She loves chocolates and ice creams ...those are two things she'd fight for.... maybe thats why I've always not been a fan of chocolates and ice creams... all those family gatherings , parties and weddings we've attended...mom used to rob me of my share of chocolates and icecream...well I didn't mind it then and wouldn't mind it now... One of her nightmares is to suffer from diabetes as end result of all her chocolate fantasy and I hope she's healthy always.... What would I ever do without them??? At the age of 27, I still feel lost without them...can't even imagine how my life would be without them...

Well I don't want to think about it... Its still a long way to go.... Am just 27!!!

To my mom, You're the plump cute softtoy that I've always hugged and slept growing up!!!! There is no substitute!!!! Will always love you....eventhough I'm Daddy's Lil Girl!

Down the Memory Lane!!! ;) Dedicated to Dilu and my Dad!

Dad, Mom and I travelled to many places including Egypt, Kenya, France, London and few others...but alas...I was just a baby!!!! So I've got no memories of all that except for photos and souvenirs... However, I do remember being ridiculed in my early days of schooling (LKG and UKG as it was known those days) in Kerala at St. Josephs (known as kapallpalli school in Malayalam), for not able to communicate in Malayalam...and for speaking in English fluently...I was a complete stranger, an alien among my little peers... God, coming to think of it now...it does seem bad....with no friends at all...and to remember coming back home and crying to Dad that I wouldn't go to School again!!

I used to wait for Dad to come home every evening from his work..and thats when my day really began... We ate..and he'd teach me numbers, I'd proudly take out my slate and coloured slate pencils and show him off whatever I learnt new that day....He'd teach me rhymes, alphabets, numbers....and did make sure I was good at them..I still remember him putting me to sleep with stories of beauty and the beast, cinderella, red riding hood, of wolves and foxes, hare and tortoise and so on..I never used to tire of his stories even if he had had to repeat a story more than thrice...;) cos thats how I like going to sleep.....but yeah whatever, it did not make my life easier at school... But then a miracle happened, Dad got his most awaited job as a Physics lecturer in IIT, Chennai and my life changed!!!!

Chennai...is the place I had my first happy memories.... We initially stayed as a joint family with my mum's sister's family....Thats where I met my cousin's son Dilan or Dilu how I call him...we had our first fights, first games ...you could call it sibling rivalry..even though we weren't actually siblings...He was my nephew I take it...but then again he was just a year or two younger......and to complete the gang we had Abhinav... Oh my God, How we fought for toys...Dilu's cycle and so on!!! Every other day we used to stand next to each other and compare who was growing taller...initially the person growing taller was ME!!!! And am glad that at least for that short time it was ME!!! Even though I remember our fights and tears...I still feel those days are still the most cherished days of my life.... Dilu and I still share that bond..an inseparable unspoken bond... How he has grown....he towers over me like a bamboo stick...but he's still the most charming guy ever... He was nicknamed Ummarkissan (He'll kill me if he reads this)...and why he was named so is so darn obvious if you knew him.... However.....the fun didn't last that long..just for two years if I remember correctly, cos Dilu and his mom (my cousin) had to join their family back in kerala..so we basically met once a year during our vacations either in Kerala or in Chennai...

Oh, Did I mention, I and Dilu shared the same initials and went to the same school (Shri B.S.Mootha Girls Senior Secondary School, but boys were allowed till Class 5)???? Well, I was in my third class, and Dilu in his first, and everyone at school assumed he was my little brother, the one who always sleeps in the Rickshaw!!! Now I am certain he's going to kill me when he reads this!!! I am however, very proud of Dilu, he's a handsome pilot, most annoying nephew and my first best friend!!!! We have both come a long way in life...faced many ordeals....but its all part of life...and I'd always love him.... And I can never hate him no matter how much he annoys me and makes fun of me... He was the first memory of a friend, a brother and a nephew I have!!!!

With more later,

Adieu!!

The Story of my LIFE!!!

Down the memory lane...

Its taken me a very long time to get back into writing...putting my thoughts into words..... People used to tell me I was good at it...well I don't know anymore how right or wrong they are...I created this blog just to compile all my memories, both good and bad, sweet and bitter, in short, its just a scribble of my glimpses from childhood and adulthood..my life so far...and of things I still remember and hold dear to my heart...and of course my current life ramblings and short comings!!!!! So here I am, trying to push my memory as far back as I can remember......

My parents and passport say I was born in Nigeria on the 31st of July or was it the 1st of August???in 19 errrr...year's not important now is it????, in the only sane hospital around....actually they did have to travel far...into the neighboring state..... The Mariassumpta Hospital, Ado-Ekiti, the hospital I think that still doesn't have a website ;). My mom wasn't healthy enough to take care of me during the initial days, so I was told..... I was my Daddy's girl right from the very start!!!!

My mom used to complain to me that I was always stuck to my dad... When he was away at work I'd be glum and I'd cheer up only after hearing his voice... Mom used to mix milk for me with sugar...for her baby... but well...I wasn't sooo comfy with sweet milk....whereas Dad never had the patience to add sugar to my milk..he just about managed to heat it up and put it in the bottle and feed me and I was supposedly the happiest baby in the world....Given a chance my mom still complains about that to me or to anyone who knows me and my dad... Dad always gives in to my whims and wants....he somehow always managed to give me the comfortable life he never had during his childhood....I'd say he was and is the perfect daddy...not because he showered me with comfort and provided for me...but because he always saw the lighter side of everything..and he was the best friend any dad could ever be... if he hurts or teases me with words...I still remember him say "Gooch, Take it in the lighter vein..." Well GOOCH, that was my nickname my dad used for me.... And oh I forgot to mention my Nigerian name... "Bosede"cos I was born on a Sunday...!!!!!

More on the memories later.....