MOTHER

  M - O - T - H - E R

'M' is for the Million things she gave me,

'O' means Only that she's growing old,

'T' is for the Tears she shed to save me,

'H' is for her Heart of gold,

'E' is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,

'R' means Right, and right she'll always be,



Dear JY



Amma Chithrangal

Hiding behind her Saari….



There was one ‘Bheekaran Johny’,like Beharin koshy in our native…In our childhoods we were afraid of him…Whenever he saw us na, ‘Kannurutti kanikkum’…we were too innocent to show our small eyes as big…All the time we ran towards the mother’s lap for a refuge…we would hide on the back of her Sari…



Mothers Treaty

We were always disobedient to our Amma…She was a little bit worried for that…Sometimes we would exchange sharp words with her…She used to cry at the end…Then our drama would happen…Me ,came near to her and hug and call “Mummichy”…How sweet you are!... “Nee Poda…Enikku ninte oru Aruthiyum kelkanda”..In that back ground my Brother was announcing’ “This years Best Actor awards goes to SubinLal and Best female supporting actress award goes to njangalude Ponn’Amma’….Adoor Gracy…”

She was starting to put a smile in the tears flowing cheeks...(Like sunrise in a rainy day; The marriage day of Crow and Fox).



Hospital Snap; Mothers Lie

In my early childhoods, I was very weak in health…Once in a week my mother had to take me in to Hospital, she always had a tough time with me. She was staying alone with me in the hospital bed for the whole night with a Rosary on his hand..I was sleeping by the side of her…she often touched on my head and chest and checking the temperature…On the Morning she would tell the lie too… “Njan Uranguvaayirunnu…”.I was always amazed ‘why she didn’t get any fever from me after a close care’ or otherwise she was hiding her pain;?



Snap of Hopeless Mother

If parents of any pupils had come to our class room, we were very happy..As you know,Teachers had more things to talk about the poor students. So during the classtimes we got time to play inside the class room. On that day also someone came to the door side of my classroom and called the Teacher.. We were very happy, But it didn’t last for long…the woman who was at the doorside was my Amma; As usual My teacher unfold all the hurting stories to Amma; …Still remembering the view from the back, While she was walking back through the Verandah of my High School…with a face of humiliation; humiliated by her beloved children



A helping hand…

As she wanted to go to school of 30Kms away, In the morning she was always very busy in the kitchen …She want to leave the home around 07:30 am. She wanted to arrange all for us and her….We also extend some small helps to her.May be silly to u but very cute to do…..

She was very lazy & careless in wrapping the Saree…so she needed us to adjust the edge of the saree so that the edge of the ‘pavada’ shall not see outside…



She had no time to select the matching Blouse (safety pins) for her cotton Saree…From the store, Sis usually took the one and gave to her…



While rushing to the front door, she would ask whether there was any (talc)powder on her face…Anyone of us had come and rub her face…



Athelete Amma

In Saturdays, we used to have a 100Mtrs race with our mother around our house…She had her batton (Virakukolli)… We were running with a big noise…No reason at all…We just throw the football to the white washed wall, or we threw some rock pieces on the tile roof…is it a reason to get a ‘beat’



Anxious Snap

“Eda ithu vareyum avan Vanilallo”..She told to me…Avan parnajathu “He will reach by this evening…” Pinne Avan yevide poyi…Darkness became too thick…Owls and bats flying across the tree..she was getting tension,(he went to Coimabtore to get the Certificates) After some times we were hearing our mothers cry… “Ente Mone enthu pattiyo, Daivame…” .Enikku kalippu vannittu irikkan Vyaah….After sometimes…She started with beating her chest and cry… “Ente mone aaru pidichontu poyo..Avo”

Enikku kalippu koodikoodi vannu..“Ente Daivame, irikkaporuthi tharuthillalo” , We didn’t have his PH.No. to contact him directly. we got one friend’s number……At last somehow we contacted him….He was telling “Eda njan Computer game kalikkuvayirunnu…” Njan 2 cheetha paranju…Here people are eating FIRE, Annerama avante oru computer game… ‘Alla Avide vere onnum Undakkiyille…’Kurachu Fire enikku baaki…I cut the call…

Why her heart was burnt with fire…And why its not happened to us…Ariyillatto.



Mothers ‘Dirty’ habbit

We never like some habits of her..so sometimes we had a fight with her…One reason to fight was this…

She used to eat the food which we left over the plate….She had two covering points for the ‘bad’ Manners

1)God hasn’t given to us any food to throw

2)Njan kanjivellvum cheeni nurukkum(Tapioca piecesum) kazhicha schoolil poyathu…Hmmmm



Balapeedanam



Whenever our father came for vacation, he was starting teaching mathematics…We had a shoeflower plant in our compound…He would break sticks from the plant..and started beating like anything…Amma karanjondu parayum… “Avanmaare engane ittu Kollanda ketto…Padikkan mandamaranengil ,valla krishi paniyum cheythu jeevicholum”. .



The pictures of our journeys with mother were very beautiful…We used to have some long journeys on weekends…to some churches…We were normally going not because of faith…We would get an opportunity to eat ‘Masala Dosha’ from the Hotel…



Praying Mother

Her Morning and Night prayers are very rich; In my memory, she never missed any…In the Morning she started with “Unaruga nee yen Athmaave…..”



Dream has come True

I got my first salary on one Saturday…I gave the small amount to my Mother’s hand…She was weeping…later became a cry…like a Woman, after fulfilling a life time dream.. A lot of meaning on that tears…



She has sacrificed her time, money, life, fun, everything, a woman has the right to have. But she abandoned the Joy for her children…Even then she is telling…. “Enikku ningalle sradhikkan kazhinjilallo” . Nengil vallatha oru Nombaram; When I heard the confession..



I’m blessed for having such a cute MOTHER with hundreds of pierced swords in her heart like Mother of God. and I know, All Mothers having the Same Face…





Ennu Snehapoorvam

Subin



Recently on one fone conversation… I told to her “ Ammo, I am alone here, So…….There is a good chance to Lost… Aano“Are you remembering my Face”…Yes. ..."Then you never be…"