…it was that moment of life which I wish hadn’t happened. Or which I wish would erase itself from the history of mankind. Or at least from my own life.
Li’l Love. Honestly, I still do not know if she is my mother or I am hers. Because it is I who has learnt a lot from her. And the lessons continue every single day. For every life lesson that I try to teach her, she teaches me many simple yet forgotten ones.
My Mom is reaching her retirement age and has become extremely religious. From fasting to visiting almost all the temples in our locality after her school hours has become her routine. So much that even Dad gets annoyed at her absence many a times. Everyday is an auspicious day. It should be. But according to her we should not eat eggs or meat on such days. If you ask her, she’ll say we shouldn’t eat them on any day. I was a step ahead of her in being ‘religious’ till I married this meat-eating brahmin boy from the hills. His theory is simple. Either eat or don’t eat. Do not confuse with days. And I found logic in his argument and fell for it and became a pure non-vegetarian myself.
So, the other day was Chottanikkara Makam. Don’t even try to pronounce it if you are not from Kerala. It is an auspicious day. Period. For more details, visit Google Baba. I made the girls take a bath after their school hours and like “good babies” we went to the temple. We met Mom there. And then we took leave and went on to the market to buy some stuff for our upcoming travel the very next morning. And I saw tender coconuts which are a delight for Li’l Love. So mommy with the girls enjoyed one each. And then I saw Anu widening her whiskers and smiling. She said, “Momos. Hot hot momos. Yummy Chicken Momos.” Since the husband was to come back from a dinner and the mighty lazy me had not prepared anything for dinner, I decided to get chicken momos packed. Dinner was spared!
As we enjoyed every bite into the juicy momos, the mobile rang. As expected, it was Mom. She spoke with Anu who is now smart enough to change the topic at the right instance. Now it was the turn of Li’l Love. The saint in our home. So before she spoke, I whispered in her ears to not tell her grandmother that we were eating Momos. She turned and gave me a fierce look as fiery as Lord Shiva’s third eye. I was almost burnt to ashes when she asked me with a higher tone than usual, “You’re asking me to lie? Why?”
I must admit that it was with great difficulty that I managed to open my mouth to answer her. I said, “Today is an auspicious day and Amma will not like that we are having chicken. She will scold your mom. Will you like it?”
To this she responded abruptly, “I’ll tell her not to scold you. But I don’t think we should lie.”
It was one of those days that I cursed being a mom to this little angel. I was so ashamed of myself.
A simple thing I had complicated so much. And what for? Because I didn’t want to listen to those one or two sentences from my mother that it was an auspicious day and I shouldn’t have brought or cooked non-vegetarian? Just to avoid it, I was knowingly teaching a wrong lesson to my children. Shame on me!
I have promised myself that come what may, I will not lie or ask my children to lie for such immaterial reasons.
The trouble with our generation is that we aren’t assertive. Not because we don’t want to be. But because we choose to be people-pleasers. We are a scared lot. We have been taught to respect people and their sentiments no matter what. What was not taught was that while doing this we are actually forgetting life’s important lessons in the process unnecessarily complicating it.
A big thanks to the Almighty for having sent this little God’s own child into my life. I am deeply indebted to her for the way she corrects me every time I err. I love the simple way she prefers to explain her point of view, which in most cases is the right one.