My Mother’s Mother
Tomorrow is mothers’ day. I want to write about my nani – my mother’s mother. Some days back, she didn’t get up in the morning. She was around 83.
She was a very very strong woman. The fact that she had lost her husband early, and had raised her three children mostly herself proves this to some extent. Her eldest son was her favorite – he went on to the IITs and settled in the US. He has been a responsible son – but he couldn’t come home for the last rites. Other two sons did well too – up to their interests and capabilities.
My mother has ‘gone on’ her mother, and I, on my mother. I hope you understand what is meant by ‘going on’ (resembling). So we had some connect :)
She had studied to some level, but when she went to the US and had to stay there for many years, she used to speak English and even taught in some school there! Like my grandmother, she was very broad minded, and understood even the technical details.
One thing she taught me – the true meaning of being educated. She regarded highly those who had taken higher education – though she got cheated some times by them too :) All because she trusted those who had studied much, and expected them to keep their words :)
Last time I met her, I was to leave my job and go for my MBA. She asked how much I get as salary. I avoided the question. Then she asked, “Do you get 30K?”. My God! She was so smart! The next time I heard about her, she seemed to have found a girl for me, and was pushing my mother for fixing up! Thanks to her daughter, I was saved.
I had made many trips to her place (nani ke gaon) in my childhood. Remember when I woke up in the morning with two kittens sleeping with me? She was always a very warm hearted lady. And she loved her daughter so much, given that she was her only one. She used to call her: Sona, Sugga (parrot) and many more names. But she was really smart! I remember once we were leaving her place and she was crying, as the village people love to cry when especially daughters leave for sasural. Suddenly she stopped, enquired about something that was not to be forgotten to be kept with us, and when she was sure things were alright, she suddenly started crying exactly in the same pitch she had stopped :)
Today when she is no more, I don’t know how many of them really cried. But we all will miss her very much.