You look back to those teething, burping and crapping years
and you feel like crying- you would exchange any amount of crap filled diaper
changing to the s##t you are facing today. At that time motherhood seemed such
an awesome responsibility. You were solely in charge of another human being.
And, how they turned out rested on your bent shoulders. Well, straighten up and
face reality. It seems now that the human being you thought you were raising
right seems to be incapable of finding Mr.or Ms. Right!
That’s right- I am talking about the specter that is
haunting old parents and frightening them to death. The crusty bachelor or
spinster who stares you in the face, stubbornly insisting that they are fine
with their single status. Yeah, why not? They still have their old mom to run
to and unload all the petty woes of their blissful existence.
You lie in bed staring at the ceiling in abject terror at
their loveless existence (or so you imagine!). “Why aren’t they married?” “Why
aren’t they married?” beats like a crazy drum, relentlessly, in your head.
Never mind that moms of married children who refuse to have kids are having
cymbals crashing in their brain! The
worst sin in India
apart from the universal horror expressed loudly “OMG, you have put on weight”
is “Your son/daughter is still not
married?”
There is no escaping that Cyclops eye of censure. It is
there to track every shortcoming in your life and never sleeps. Like a crazy offshoot of the Israeli elite force, start
a Club called MOSAP- ‘Mums of Single Adult Progeny’. You can then enjoy a crib fest
of unresolved, unmarried issues with a lot of eating, drinking and making
merry.
Or, you can firm
up those sagging shoulders and just shrug. That’s it! With that one snip of the
umbilical cord another life began over which you DO NOT have exclusive rights. Now if you fear censure just look at
that Cyclops eye and poke it! There are none as blind as those who will not
see....
Nimmou Nilakantan
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