As kids, when trouble came, the first word to come out of most of our mouths was "Mummmmaaaaayyyyyyy!!!!". That is again, when you consider the average demographic. In case you do not belong to this worldly populace, don't feel bad. The bogeyman will come to catch you anyway.
I frankly feel a tad bit sulky typing this post. If you care enough to ask/think why so, it is because I no longer call like calling out my mother in times of trouble. I just hurl out some curse words till my shot temper cools down, and then, I move on. It kind of sucks that way. I often get into troubles of all kind, I being me. And sometimes I just hope that my mom will come and dell me something like....
"Hey kiddo, don't worry. It'll be all right."
I'd like it even more if she'd give me a hug too.
I'd like it all the more if she would make me my favorite rajma-chawal!(Rice and kidney-beans). But then again, that alarming call of "Mummy!" never somes as spontaneously as it used to, when I was little. It feels like I'm losing my grip on the kid inside.
It's not like I don't get hurt. For instance, I was sitting with a friend of mine, not exactly a very close one, but a friend, nevertheless. He told me that I was being played with by someone. My initial reaction was a careless shrug. I barely took heed to what my friend had said. It took a while for the reptilian part of my brain to kick in, the part of the brain that is responsible for knee-jerk reactions. And the moment I realized what he had said, I felt a strange suffocating sensation. I wanted to leave his room as fast as my sprinter-legs could get me out of there. The very thought of being played with, drove away all my sense of peace of mind straight out of the window. This is despite that I had suspected a scenario of this sort being the situation I would find myself in. But thankfully, as soon as I raced out of my friend's hostel, I ran straight into a beautiful lady. And then, all was fine. At least till I decided to come back into my room, which is usually where all things I could potentially brood about, come "BACK" into my head. It's like this...
If an empty mind is a devil's workshop, then an empty room is a sadist's workshop. And despite that line sounding cool, it is complete bull! Hence, moving on!
So I got back to my room, got memories of my friend telling me about my situation, and started brooding over the whole scene. As simple as that. And simultaneously, I also realized that I don't call out for my mother as often as I used to when I was a whiny little twit. And now, I see it all very clearly. What I should have done half an hour ago, about the time that I started writing this post, is that I should have called my mom. Instead, I wasted a precious half an hour of my life over thinking about things that, I know for a fact, are going to be a complete waste of my time. I'll call mom anyway....
Too-taw-taaw-taaw-taaw-to-taw-tee-tee-tey (Sound of dialing numbers)
It's ringing!
Pal pal dil ke paas....(mom's ringtone)
Hello, mamma!!
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