~~ Mommy Memoirs # 11 ~~

So, its been a while!! Day before yesterday, after the usual story telling routine in the night, I asked my daughter to tell me about anything interesting that happened through the course of her day. She shrugged and changed the subject to something else. So I prodded her more which just made her give me subtle hints about how her best friend had a princess pencil box and how it was all prettily pink. I understood that it was time for me to change the subject from a request of another pencil box (she already has 7). I began telling her about how sharing information is very important and how, I, as a child, a teen, a young adult shared everything about my day with my immediate family.

She said, “Like what, Amma? “

So, I took an example of a day where I would return from college and this is how it’d go in the first few hours after my return…

Me (entering the house) – “Ammaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”
Amma – “In the kitchen”

I quickly would wash my hands, feet, face, change my clothes – Run to the kitchen, receive a cup of steaming hot coffee and something to munch along, comfortably sit somewhere and begin –  

Me – “You know, I was late, last one to enter the class today”

Amma – “Oh, you should iron your clothes a day early or on Sundays”

Me – “Yeah, I know, lets see, then, today,  you know, first period, blah blah blah, second period, blah blah blah, library, blah blah blah”

Amma – “Hmmmm…”

Me – “Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you know, lunch time, blah blah, notes, blah blah blah, reference section, blah blah blah, LAB, blah blah blah, workshop,blah blah blah”

Amma – “Hmmmmmm….”

Well! You get the drift, don’t you? I should also add (I didn’t tell this part to my daughter) that in school and college, I was a certified nerd (I am definitely not one now), so nothing much happened in these classroom periods except for me furiously taking notes and grasping every word that the teacher or the lecturer or the professor uttered. So Amma actually would get to know during my ramblings about 8085 and 8086 microprocessors and that the antenna that we owned long back and soooooooo used to love to fiddle with for proper reception on TV is called an “Yagi-Uda” antenna etc etc. She would patiently “hmmm” and add her day’s events too in between..There’d be some interesting bits of gossip here and there too!

By the time, I finished yapping about the last period of the day, my brother would return from college, he would lazily complete washing his hands, feet, face, changing clothes and all that blah, come to kitchen, get his cup of steaming hot coffee – and I would go –

Me – “Hey, how was your day?”

He   

Me – “What? “

He – “It was fine”

He  

Me – “Oh, hmm, You know, I was late today, last one to enter the class”
and the entire saga repeats..

Yes, I know. 

And well, if dad was not at home during these 2 detailed conversations, then there would be a third sharing session too where if I miss something, my brother would sarcastically prompt me to add that information  After all why should only he and Amma suffer  

I miss those days and if you think I have stopped it already, no, I do this drama even today. But its a “matured” toned down version of yapping. Moreover, by the time I reach home, everyone is already home and so I don’t have to repeat the same chatter multiple times (or rather Amma doesn’t have to hear the same saga multiple times a day, though she still has to bear it on a weekly basis, when I convey it to my brother).

My daughter stared at me  through this whole revelation and probably felt proud that she is like her cool-uncle-who-shrugs-and-says-fine-and-no-more-explanation-is-to-be-sought-or-offered  

She – “Amma, why couldn’t you wait until everyone was home? Poor Amama, listened about your day 3 times!”

Me –   

I gave her some silly explanation of how I used to be so excited to share my day with my family and so I couldn’t wait until everyone was home and I gently prodded her again to tell me about her day.

She    – “I don’t remember much about today, but Amma, I will tell you about tomorrow, I definitely will”

She then reluctantly asked me

She – “Amma?”

Me -“Hmmm”

She – “So, tell me about your day?”

Me – “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww”

She –  “What did you do today during your first period in office?”

Me  

And before I could think of what I could answer she laughed out loud  and  added –

She – “Aiyooooooooooooooo Ammma, I totally forgot, for you, all periods are computer periods, isn’t it? Tell me about your computer period, Amma? Isn’t it boring to have a whole day of computer periods, Amma?”

Me –