Never Be Too Busy To Call
Or Visit Your Mom
May 29, 2009
To All Of Our Mothers
As I got up today, I smelled fresh coffee. I woke up to find a cup of it with some biscuits on my bedside table. This reminded me of home; the old school and college days, when mamma used to wake me up by serving a steaming cup of coffee. The
aroma, the taste, so refreshing, still so fresh in my memories.
A sudden thought hit me, "I was in bed, so who prepared this coffee for me? Is it a dream?"
I pinched myself, ouch... that hurts, which meant I was not dreaming. I walked out of the room with the cup of coffee, in search of my roommate. I asked him whether he prepared that for me, and the answer was YES.
I was relaxed but somehow my heart wanted him to say NO. No because I wanted to be in a belief that my mom prepared it for me. The whole scene reminded me of mom and I missed her at that moment.
I got ready for the office and was all set to leave, when I noticed a lunch box kept at dining table just for me. I thanked God saying, "Finally he(cook) turned up". I took the box and left for office.
On my way, I was thinking about those days when mamma used to cook my every meal; all her possible ways by which she could stuff her son. I could not remember any single day when I slept without food. Maggi, chips, biscuits, and all junk food was banned though I always cooked Maggi when I was sure that mom was not around. But now, I no longer enjoy cooking Maggi for myself. Almost every day I eat it, not because I like it, but because I am left with no other option at times.
This very thought brought tears to my eyes and I decided to call up mom. I reached the office and gave her a call.
The first thing she asked was, "Is everything alright?" I was speechless. And I thought, how the time has changed.
When I was with her, I used to nag her by calling after every hour when I was out with friends. In those days she never asked me what was wrong, as she knew that it was my habit. My call at this point of day to her means that I am in trouble.
Time has changed, she is still the same, and it's me who has changed.
But I continued my conversation saying that I just called up to ask how she was and how are things going on with her. And we continued our conversation.
Then the icebreaker came when she asked, "Don't you have any work today?"
I was shocked and asked her why she asked that. In reply she said, "It's been almost 30 minutes that I have been talking to her."
I hurriedly ended the conversation saying I have to attend a meeting. I lied to her and deep down I know, she knows that I lied to her. But what else can I do?
The lady with whom I used to have endless conversations, sleepless nights of gossips... has all ended.
I am so occupied with my new life that I forget to spend a few hours with her; I rollback time and think of every single day that I have not spent with her.
This made me realize that there was not a single day when I was busy, busy in a sense to neglect my mom. The lady who gave her whole life just for me, I could not even give her the time that she deserved.
I remembered how I used to tell her about all my daily happenings and how I always failed to ask about her day. It left me all in tears. I missed her, missed her to the core.
I was feeling ashamed, because it was a cup of coffee that made me realize her presence in my world.
We all are here, away from our family; living with our friends, who are our new family.
We spend our lunch time with them gossiping about what's going on and around, weekend shopping with them and even festivals, as most of us are staying too far from home. And when we call home, we are in a hurry to hang up as most
of us are BUSY.
Are we really that busy?
Think of the lady whom we have left back at home. She still misses her son/daughter at the dining table, although most of us enjoy our meals with our friends and colleagues.
She still waits all day just to hear her son/daughter's voice at the end of the day and we, we spend our time on the phone with friends or our girlfriend/boyfriend.
Is it really that we don't have time or is it just we are too busy with our new life?
I apologize to all the mothers in this world and thank them for what we are today and we were never too busy to neglect you.
--- Copyright © 2009 Kartik Bodawala
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