Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Shasha
All of us feel the need to be loved, to be cared for, be it a human or an animal. Humans express their feelings, not all pets do, but even they have their own ways of expression, maybe they just answer to your call when you call them or talk to them. I'm not referring to animal obedience here, but to the feeling of being wanted or needed.

In North India, crows are considered to be the bearer, or attender of Lord Shani .It is believed that you should feed crows to please the Lord and ward off harm. My mom being an ardent devotee of Shani Maharaj  took to feeding crows. She would place bits of bread on our kitchen window sill of our second floor apartment and call out to the wanderers of the sky with the sound of "khao,khao". It was weeks before one finally turned up to eat, snatched the food and flew away. But she kept calling out and it wasn't long before they knew that they are being called everyday. So, now they come and sit and eat their biscuits regularly (they are surprisingly choosy about their fooding habits and don't prefer roti in their diets). Sometimes they come and call out to her instead trying hard to imitate the word khao. They don't just come for food, you find them calling just for nothing, mom responds back and blabbers to them as she works, they just sit their watching her work and fly away after some time.

I stand and watch from afar, they fly away when I approach them. I stand and watch and wonder what they feel, what do they think, do they really understand our feelings or is it just basic animal instinct to come for food. Even when mom's away for work, they come to our kitchen calling out for her....

Shasha

For people who are not quite familiar with the "Dashabhuja", she is our very own Hindu deity, Goddess Durga, armed with ten weapons in her ten hands and a third eye on her forehead, she's the one who rid the heavens of the rakshasas or the demons and restored peace. The supreme mother according to Hindu Mythology, she is considered to be the most powerful for she had been born when all the Gods and Goddesses put together their powers to rid the heavens of the Asuras.

And so is my mom, well, she certainly didn't have such an extraordinary birth but with her extreme abilities to multitask and do the household chores, I certainly imagine her with ten hands and flaming eyes, scanning her territory for unwanted intruders and unwanted germs and dirt, which render her home to something slightly less than spanking clean. Her ability to wake up at five in the morning and begin with her everyday chores, I feel is an incredible feat. I have never managed to wake up a single morning to the sound of the alarm, but her one roar of "wake up!!" is enough to strike all the chords in my body and put me in super alert mode.

I get to see my mom in super ninja mode from 8 to 10 in the morning every day. Just before she's rushing to office, she is heavily armed to fight all evilS of germs, dust and garbage and make her home clean. 
[Caution: Even humans are not spared during this time. 
Safety Measures: Please remain stationary at one point for the above mentioned two hours.]

You see like the Goddess Durga, my mom possesses a third eye as well. It is a very difficult feat to get past her “lie-detector” (don’t even try it, you will land up lying even more). Her third eye also detects the minutest of changes to her nest, she may just return from work and ask, “Why had you pulled the curtains?”. (:-O)

But all the ten weapons and third eye come very much in handy when it comes to warding off evil spirits- aka Roadside-Romeos- aka unwanted boys from her daughter. For example, a week back, a Roadside-Romeo (an old irritating classmate) started disturbing again, to which I resorted to my last and final weapon of defense, my mom, she just had to attend to his call once and whoosh! He vanished. J

So you see my mom is a woman of power, including her temper which often cracks down on me like a thunderbolt, she is a lady with ten hands, a third eye and an “unexposed, hidden” soft core, and I love her.