War-Mom And Son

Childhood…some consider childhood to be the best part of their life, and some consider it the period when they were making frantic efforts to break the curse bestowed upon them by their parents(especially by mothers). My parents had chosen to give me life by following the second principle.

I was 6 years old at that time. Every morning, the sun would come out from behind the clouds and show its brilliant sunlight to me, thereby becoming the first thing acting as an obstacle to my sleep. Then at 6 a.m. my mother would come into the room and shout out loud,” You fool!..its 7 a.m. and you keep sleeping. Get up. You need to get ready for school! Her voice was so loud that even if it did not wake me up (I was used to the voice by that time), it would surely wake up my entire society. If this attempt failed, she would start tickling under my toes. Even after this failed, she would get a bucket of water with ice cubes and splash it on my face. Then she would pull me by the legs. I would make frantic efforts to try to glue myself to the bed. Ultimately, I would wake up.

The ride to my school was a boring one. At school, the first period would start. Mr Sengupta would come and sit on his so-called “grand chair”. He would ask for the homework, and very naturally, bombard me with threats for not doing so. He was always unique from the other teachers and could be identified very easily. This was because he always used to wear the same black trousers bearing a special white chalk mark covering the entire area of his bums.

I would return to school and have my lunch. As I would try to retire to my bed for a short nap, mom would burst into the room and say” Why did you not eat the “daal”?” She would make me eat the dal and then a call would come from my tuition teacher,” isn’t your son coming today for classes?”

I would then remember. It was Thursday and I had to go to my tuition! I would pack my bag and forget about the nap, go for my tuition.

At 6p.m. I would return home, tired and exhausted. “Sit down to study!” Mother would tell me and I had to carry out this order lest I wanted a whack on my back. But I never wanted to do any studies. And I would run away from her and take refuge in my grandparent's room. Sometimes I succeeded but sometimes I had to succumb to near death. You could not compare my mother’s speed with anyone else. She would pursue me, running even faster than Usain Bolt. The spectators to watch this nuisance would be my sister and my cousin's brother.

Consequently, the storm would come to, an end and mom would show sympathy for me. I would curse her and wish I never had a mother. Frustrated and irritated, I would simply go to bed.

Yesterday in school something terrible happened. I saw my classmate crying at one end of the classroom. Upon inquiring, we all got a shock. Her mother had unexpectedly passed away yesterday. There was no explanation as to why all this happened. I then realized the huge responsibility that fell on her shoulders-the trouble, the sorrow she would have to face. As children, we require both our parents. They direct us the right path to life and tell us what is right or wrong. If they scold us, it's for our own good. Without them, life is incomplete.