My Dance :-)

Video clip of my dance for Historical Market Data on 19th December 2008 as a part of the Christmas / New Year Bash.

AMMA

AMMA – when I typed those four letters I smiled. When you close your eyes and think of your mother there are probably 100 million things that run in your mind. However, not a single feeling can be described in words or expressed to anyone.

To be honest, I don’t think so I will be able to pen down all my thoughts. I have no clue where to start but I am sure there can be no end to this topic as well.

The greatness of motherly love can never be explained by anyone, it has to be felt. When I look back and recollect some incidents with my mom it’s a wonderful feeling – it makes me proud, smile, cry and what not….

When I think of my child hood days – the 1st thing comes to my head is exam times. I used to be literally an inch away from my mom every second. If she leaves me and goes even to the opposite shop, I used to keep looking out of my balcony to ensure she is back soon. One would find me in the kitchen most of the times with my books. I still remember the pinch on my thigh when I got my answers wrong. It made me study better, prepare better.

I also clearly remember the day I got my 12th Board results. It was approx 4:00 in the morning, my friend had called and said the results are out on the net. I scored 86% and the moment I told my mom she was so happy for me that she got up instantly. She gave me a warm hug and was so happy for me that she probably was laughing the whole day. I would never forget those magic seconds.

I commit to memory once, when I cried to my mom (I didn’t get Visa to pursue my further studies). I started off showing my disappointment by talking to her on how badly I wanted it. All along she was encouraging me, saying its ok – it happens. However, minutes later I started crying to her and the next second I see her crying too. That minute I decided I will never ever cry in front of her, I just cannot see her crying – we owe her that much at least.

I am so attached to my mom that I never ever have food at home if she is not serving it for me. Although, I live in a joint family I cannot think of my aunty serving food for me. Unless, my mom informs me that “I am going out kanna .. you pls ask chithi / athai to serve you lunch / dinner .. pls don’t trouble them” .. If I don’t get to hear those words forget the food till she comes back. The 1st thing I do whenever I go home (be it after going out with friends for couple of hours / going home for weekend) is call “Ammaaaaaaa” till she says “ennada .. naan ingae irukaen (what kanna .. I am here) I would feel so lost even inside my house.

Not to forget the days when she used to save me from getting thrashed by my dad for mischievousness, talk really proud about me in front of others, feed me when I am tired even when I am in my 20s, do everything I ask for and more, praying for me every minute (am sure she would be doing it now)

Come to think of it, mom is probably the only person in the family who manages everything which we are so used to. The so called comfort at home – be it the food, bed, arrangements are made by our mom and it’s a priceless luxury that we never give credit. They have such amazing way of leading a balanced life, ensuring everyone is happy and smiling, they sacrifice a lot for the families’ happiness.

There are certain things that can never be explained. Amma and her love is one of them. You won't find that special love in any other relationship. I owe everything that I am now to my one and only AMMA.