The “Maa” Sentiment.

A few days ago, I was ‘helping’ my son have his dinner. (My husband had given both of us not-so favourable feedback on me spoon-feeding him even after the kid turned 5) With no tv to distract him from what’s going into his mouth, he begged me for at least a story. So I picked up a book and read him a mealtime story. But the story finished before the food.

My sonΒ  insisted he cannot finish his meal. In a desperate attempt to placate him, I told him a very, very short story on how I got duped when I was his age. A story about a beautiful pencil. My mother had bought me this beautiful pencil and all my friends at school thought it was so cool.

During the lunch break, a boy came across and showed me a bunch of about 30 pencils. “Wow!” I’dΒ  gushed.

“All these are yours!” he’d said. “You give me your beautiful pencil in return.”

I was torn between losing my beautiful pencil and owning 30 pencils. Finally my greed won. I handed him my pencil. He grabbed it and added it to his collection and ran away shouting “Hey guys! Look at this new addition to my collection!”

I thought my son would find it really funny.

But he was furious.

“Did you get back your pencil, Amma?”

“No, baby! I told you, he ran away with it! Haha..”

“Did you beat him up?”

“No!”

“What was his name?”

I told you, it happened soooo many years ago. I don’t remember!”

With that I wiped his mouth, gave him a glass of water and went back to my comp to complete some work.

A little later, he clambered on to my lap.

“Amma, I’m so upset…” He said.

“Why, kanna?”

“With that boy..”

I had totally forgotten the story by now.

“Huh?”

“The boy who stole your new pencil”

“Oh that! Don’t worry about it now. It was only a story to get you to finish your dinner!”

“You mean you lied?!”

“No! It did happen. But it was soo long ago. So don’t worry about it now.”

“I’m going to ask Hanuman to kill that boy!” he announced with his chin quivering.

The more I tried to brush it off the more agitated and angry he became.

Finally I distracted him with some tv and went for my shower.

Soon enough there was an angry knock.

“AMMA!”

“Yes!”

“Did you tell your teacher about it?”

By now I was so fed up with the whole thing and was beginning to wish I’d never opened my stupid mouth about the beautiful pencil.

” Yes, I did!” I lied.

“Did she shout at him?”

“Yes!”

“Did he cry?”

“Yes!”

“Yippeeeee!!!! You made him cry!!! Nannannaananaana!!!!”

Now I know where our movie makers get the inspiration for their “Maa Sentiment”!

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23 Comments

  1. Praveen said,

    October 19, 2009 at 1:42 pm

    LOL!

    πŸ™‚

  2. vishvak saen said,

    October 19, 2009 at 2:13 pm

    everything is so simple to these kids..

    true!

  3. srivi said,

    October 19, 2009 at 3:27 pm

    Lol, very interesting..My kisses to ur beloved one.

    Thank you! πŸ™‚

  4. Pearls said,

    October 19, 2009 at 5:40 pm

    Funny!!
    I take you didn’t tell the teacher? And the boy was actually never reprimanded?

    Of course I didn’t!! I was sooo timid back then!

  5. buddy said,

    October 19, 2009 at 6:34 pm

    πŸ˜€

  6. NRI Maami said,

    October 19, 2009 at 7:58 pm

    See how lucky you are? That kid is a darling I tell you!

    I know!! Now I feel so bad for being depressed that I didn’t have a girl!!!:D

  7. Lavanya said,

    October 19, 2009 at 11:20 pm

    Wow !! So chweet πŸ™‚ What a lovely compliment and what more does a mom need?

    πŸ˜€ Thanx!

  8. maami said,

    October 20, 2009 at 7:19 am

    Ammmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

    πŸ˜€

  9. anush. said,

    October 20, 2009 at 2:18 pm

    ha ha

  10. anush. said,

    October 20, 2009 at 2:21 pm

    Being amma in movies is not easy. She should be all enduring. Fast every now and then better go without food. Get beaten up by a useless husband. Earning her dough. Selfless! Any takers? Being amma in real life is simpler.

    hahaha!! so true!!! πŸ˜€

  11. Gradwolf said,

    October 21, 2009 at 1:49 pm

    Hehehe, he really is a mama’s boy!

    yeah! hope he remains that way!! πŸ˜‰

  12. sindhura said,

    October 21, 2009 at 7:46 pm

    πŸ™‚ i dint know that chit pit can speak so much , so cute, he is turning out to be your bodyguard πŸ™‚ lucky mom

    πŸ™‚ he talks non-stop now! and by the way, you’re chit pit!!! πŸ˜‰

  13. Rohne said,

    October 21, 2009 at 11:37 pm

    Lucky u . very cute and amazing how u cannot just say something and think they will accept it at face value.

    I know! πŸ™‚

  14. kusublakki said,

    October 22, 2009 at 5:36 am

    He is sooooooooooooooo cute πŸ™‚ Loved the part where he says ‘I’ll ask hanuman to kill him :D”

    πŸ˜€

  15. revathi said,

    October 23, 2009 at 12:55 pm

    Very cute! I should have spoon fed my son too. Alas he is 15 now and talks back- he would have said, wow mom, you were dumb then..

    πŸ™‚ thanx! 15 seems such a long way off!!!

  16. Sreekumar said,

    October 24, 2009 at 11:54 am

    So very nice. I thought of my 5 yr old son. He too have so much of doubts when we narrate a story to him..

    Thanx! πŸ™‚ 5 years old is a nice stage, don’t you think?

  17. October 26, 2009 at 6:53 pm

    “Mere Ma ke paas PENCIL hai”

    πŸ˜€ that was so funny!!

  18. Foreign Desi said,

    November 2, 2009 at 4:38 am

    Haha atleast you know he’ll always stick up for you!

    πŸ˜€ true!

  19. divya said,

    November 4, 2009 at 7:53 pm

    Lol.. Nothing beats what runs in the minds of children!

    πŸ™‚

  20. Vidya said,

    November 10, 2009 at 2:41 pm

    Nice posts. Loved this and ‘the male species’ one:-) My son once doubted if I was his step-mom because I was ‘rude’!!! Thanks to the Snow-white story..

    thanx vidya!

  21. Priya said,

    November 12, 2009 at 8:58 pm

    Hi, I came across your blog from some other worldpress blog. and LOVE it. Simple and neat way of writing.:) love it.

    thank you! πŸ™‚

  22. Aravind said,

    January 9, 2010 at 10:16 pm

    Gud blog!!!visit mine too

  23. JLT said,

    April 22, 2010 at 4:19 pm

    awwww… he’s sweet! πŸ˜€

    πŸ˜€


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