THE DAY I DANCED WITH MUM

when mum decided to move to the hostel i vehemently rebelled. i couldn't even imagine my mum staying in the hostel with me for 3 whole months (the last 3) and that too in the same place as my friends. mum staying with me would mean answering questions like, "aren't you feeling well?", "is she staying to make sure you study for the final exams?", "don't you guys have a home out there?", "is your mum planning to be a nun and stay with the sisters here?", etc...well, for those who don't know, this is the true story: i've been becoming progressively weaker and was finding it difficult to find proper iron, vitamins, minerals, proteins, carbohydrates, etc. needed to recuperate in the food served in the hostel...nothing serious really. everyone else seemed to be surviving and i could've done it on my own, if i tried just a little bit more. and there were just 3 to 4 months left. i could've held on. but the final decision was made, when i came home for christmas holidays and my pap and mum saw that i was more or less walking around like an anaemic zombie (do zombies have blood, by the way?). mum tried reasoning with me by pointing out to the fact that i needed her and that with my final and most important exams (of degree) round the corner, i'll be needing extra help and support. when i broke the news to my friends all of them were shocked. nobody's mum, in the entire hostel history, stayed with her daughter to look after her. if somebody is unwell, they'd either be taken home or discontinue the course or...anything else but this. since the hostel is particularly meant for the students studying in our college, i winced when thinking about what would happen if my juniors got to know. here i am, a girl in her final year and in the senior-most batch, being looked after by her mum. what depressed me the most was the fact that i would have to renounce all my "bad" deeds and act like a saint in front of mum(wings, halo and all). the thought of sitting in my room with mum and only studying 24/7 was horrifying. ofcourse, that was what everybody was expected to do with all the workload we had (project work, practicals, notes to submit, seminars to present, and worst of all, exams to prepare for). but that's not how my brain works. while studying, i've got to walk around to refresh my brains, crack a joke or two, shout at somebody, make the nerds of my class tense by telling them that i've studied more or know more(when in actual fact it's far from the truth), sneak to my gang's meeting place and play cards(a thing i've got seriously addicted to)etc...

MONTHS LATER......

my exams got over a few months back, my results came out two months back and i'm doing Master's (Post Graduation) now. Writing about mum's stay in the hostel will take a long time and effort. But i just want to fill in the gap by saying that i've been closing my eyes to all what my mum did for me and for my family. it makes my eyes water just thinking about what she went through when she was my age, about the things she is willing to go through even now for the sake of the family's peace and about the things she thinks she's protecting me from... understanding your own parents may be difficult, but it's always nice to keep in mind that, whatever said and done, they deserve atleast a little respect from us...i got amazing marks at the end-just a few marks behind those of the top rankers...and when the others congratulate me and remark on how awesome my marks are, i can't help saying "thankyou mum"...

P.S.-why the title?well i started writing this post to just mention about the day i and my mum did this small dance jig together...but then there was a long break and i had to either continue writing about it or completely delete the post...i didn't feel like doing the latter and so i made a hasty ending...i didn't feel like erasing the title either...he he...i can be sentimentally odd at times, i know...