Mother: The Protector
I heard that Lord Shiva swallowed deadly poison for saving the lives of humans and about Jesus Christ too who took-over sins of all the human beings on himself, in order to save the humankind.
We cannot compare someone in modern times with these divine souls. Nevertheless, the memory of my mom flashes in my mind, whenever someone talks about Lord Shiva or Jesus Christ.
My dad was a perfectionist and a highly disciplined person. He used to follow certain codes of conduct specified for him and he made it sure that we children too stick to our specifications. He remained in misunderstanding that we were so very sweet little good children, whereas, we were just opposite to his expectations- the most naughty and mischievous brats.
My mom was the only person who had powers of deterrent against dad's rein. She also used her veto powers and many times overruled dad's decisions. The severest punishment dad used to award was “stand facing a wall holding earlobes with elbows holding high". He kept an eye on us and made sure that we were relieved within a couple of minutes. Yet, sometimes he used to forget on attending a long-distance call especially while engaged in an online conference call. That was the time when mom rushed to our rescue and asked us to go and play.
These were the day-to-day hide-and-seek plays between dad, mom and us little monsters. Dad had a lot of work, meetings, conferences, workshops, presentations etc at his office and on field. He used to return home tired and exhausted with tensed face and lose tie-knot. We always rushed for holding his hands as he threw himself on a sofa. Our touch used to bring a feeble smile on his face.
One such evening dad returned home a bit earlier, unusually with a smile on his face. We could not hold back our screams out of excitement, shouted on top of our voices, rushed to him, and clutched his legs hard.
He came down on his knees, kissed hard on our cheeks, and hugged us in both of his arms. Mom came running towards us and we all went speechless when dad disclosed that we were going to New York next fortnight. Mom cupped her face in her palms and squatted on the carpet with us giggling and smiling with excitement.
It was dad's business trip and a pleasure voyage for all of us. Dad stayed back at home for preparing an audiovisual presentation for his overseas assignment. On the other hand, we kids went out on a publicity tour to all of our friends' places telling them about our US trip.
On our returning home, we found dad taking a nap on his chair with stretched out legs on a stool. His computer was running with colorful animations blended with mild background music and commentary in dad's voice.
There was a bird's eye view of a site layout, drive through a road and by-lanes followed by a walk through along interiors of some luxury corporate office.
My sister left me there and went away to kitchen and I kept watching the amazing animation film created by my dad. I went closer to dads table. I could hear his feeble snoring. I moved yet closer and held my hand on the keyboard. The view on the monitor went masked abruptly and a dialogue box appeared. My legs trembled and hands went numb. I did not know what it was and what to do. My hands reached out for the mouse and I clicked ‘yes'. The images went out and the screen turned blue. I saw mom rushing closer and I could not hold back my fear and cried aloud. Mom held me at herself and dad looked at the monitor with blank eyes and hands hanging down free.
Mom could hardly speak, “I just tried to…"
“…disgusting…" Dad whispered in pain and mom broke down, holding me hard in her arms.
I could hear her hiccups only and they are still resounding in my ears even today.
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- Harish Jharia
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