To Mom, with love

Well, this is a post dedicated entirely to my beloved mother. Before she (or any of my other family members) starts having palpitations thinking that this kid (me) is probably trying to elope, let me clarify, this is just a normal fun post. AND I'M NOT RUNNING AWAY! 

There are a few traits common to all mothers. Sometimes when I talk to my closest friends and we discuss our "mother problems" you can see the common stuff. 

I think it's mandatory that I begin this post with a lot of praise for my darling mother. So, she's a fun mother, she's got an amazing vocabulary (the kind that can shut you up), a perfectionist, efficient and bestowed with talents. (That should suffice, right?!) 

Now that we're done with all the good stuff let's get to ground realities. My mother happens to be the biggest drama queen. Well, don't take it offensively mom, but fainting in the hospital while you're daughter's bleeding out isn't exactly cool! The doctors and nurses only asked about her on my next visit when I went with my DAD (wasn't I supposed to be the centre of all the attention?!).

There's another doctor story. I was at an eye clinic for a regular check up. I was asked for my details at the reception. "Your name?" "Mm..aa", I barely said this when my mom blurted out my name. The poor lady gave me another chance to answer and asked for my age. "Fff-ii..", I said. And mum completed the rest of the word. I don't stammer, it's just that my mum's too enthusiastic about giving away my details herself (that's polite for "she treats me like a baby!!!").   

Justin Timberlake can't please her nor can Ed Sheeran. She finds them all boring, monotonous and just very meaningless (hello, are ya kidding me?!). 

If I go out with my friends for a morning trip and if she doesn't hear from me for more than a couple of hours, the panic mood sets in. The other day she called me up to ask, "Have you run away to join the ISIS?" (Only half joking). 

For a mother, especially for an overprotective mother like mine, talking to a boy is talking to a boyfriend and if even he's a Shah Rukh Khan or a Stephen Hawking, he can NEVER be good enough for you. NEVER. Mums can pick out faults in anyone you like (better than John Green ever did in the stars). 

Mums also have this curiousity to know every thing that's going on with our lives. If I'm crying, I just had a fight with someone. If I'm laughing, I have to share the joke even if she'll end up making weird faces after listening to it. April Fools' Day pranks make no sense to her and she always shuts me up by telling me that it was sooooo mean to do such a thing to a friend! 

Burgers and cookies are "very unhealthy" only till they're the only way she can make me do something for her. 

And who can forget "When I was kid..."(You know what comes after that!)

Despite all these "chinks in the armour", she is still a loving mother and I love her too. (Believe me, I have to end it with this otherwise I'll probably not be permitted to post this, just kidding!) ;) 

P.S : If you don't see any posts on this blog for the next few weeks, be kind enough to drop by and check! ;) :P