Alien Ware and Mom

My mom texts me this morning:

Mom- is alien ware a computer? wat is alien ware?
me- alien ware is a type/ brand of computer
mom- why does it look like a briefcase?
me- cause it's a fancy computer!

Then it struck me! A little too late: I should have said "it was a new technology found by the Mars Rover, ancient alien technology. Nasa found it and only the Men in Black carry it and use it to spy on humans and aliens alike!" She would have fallen for it!

 

 

My beautiful mother (and handsome father)... isn't it funny when the time comes where you know more than your parents?

 

Life with Mom

Mom - please pick up a protein drink mix for women, 50yrs +

Me - well I'm sure we can get a one year supply, but ma 50+ yrs? That's more than a truck load!

Mom - I meant for women 50+ yrs of age! duh

 

 In my defense - I do shipping, export and imports as my day job

A Shower for a Lovely Bride

Freshman year of college, I was kind of new to USA, especially since I had not lived here since I was 4 years old. I met a girl who lived across the hall from me, and by the second or third week of school we were already having adventures together. One usually expects room mates to grow close but she and I grew close thanks to an incident that led us to evacuate campus, and i was welcomed into her family and home. We eventually did become room mates, ate lots of pop corn, and went for mid night runs because we were pulling all-nighters, and charged up on caffeine. As the semester and our freshman year adventures came to a close, we transferred out, but always kept in touch, meeting every couple of years. I will never forget how she and her family touched my life, helped me out, took me winter coat shopping, helped me cope with Michigan-ness, and a bunch of other things!

I was so happy to be present for her Bridal Shower!

For the record ... it did rain.

The day was filled with showers from up above, love from friends and family, gifts, wishes of good luck, many hugs and blessings!


<3

Mommy Texts

Mom: Did you speak to Nandini?
Me: Yeah
Mom: its... YES... not YEAH... not good english!!!!
Me: Good Grief!
Me: I was speaking German duh
Mom: ur German spelling wrong... dah is Russian

my mommy in her hillbilly clothing looking at our house!

Mother to Daughter

My mom's text to me today:

"u know what?...30 yrs ago today i had this terrible pain in my stomach...something pushing from the inside....gosh...so painful, i had to go to the hospital. Dr. Thakkar said push it out.... push... then i pushed and out came this wiggly thing... moving its arms and legs... and the doc said "look what was in ur tummy, THIS...." and plopped the object on my tummy .... i looked ... and my heart was fulfilled.. i saw the most cutest...adorable...moochiest...motsiest...mochon... i was so relived...not finished... the saga will continues"

 Love you ma!!!!

My mom cooking my a lovely dinner of veggies! the eggplant (bengan) was amazing, not to forget the amazing payasam!

M for Mommy Madness!

Last night I took my mom out to eat Indian food with all my friends, and it was super fun. However I was almost late, because I left work late, then I got to pick up my mom late, and had to stop and change my clothes too. I rushed my mom, cause when I got there she was still in her scrubs! She hurried and changed into a nice sweater, and pants.

Later that night I noticed a little circular M sticker on the left side of her chest. Yes her sweater was spanking new, and she missed one small sticker. I would have tried to take it off there, but it might have looked like I was doing inappropriate things to my mother's breast!

When we finally got home, I tried to remove it and she was shocked as to why I was trying to molest her! So I said "Ma look at your shirt!" She still didn't get it, because looking down, apparently it looked like a logo. I persisted in trying to remove the sticker and she finally saw it was an M when I took her to the mirror and pointed it out.

She was so embarrassed. "I had an M on me the whole night and you didn't think of telling me?"
Me-"Ma what was I supposed to do? Say 'Ma you have an M on your boob?' And I very well couldn't take it off!"
Mom- "You could have told me in Bengali!"
Me- "I forgot about that trick! At least now everyone knows you're a medium!"


This morning my mom tells me she had nightmares of "M" all night, and it woke her up and she couldn't get back to sleep!

I love my mom!

M for Mom!


Breathe!

Also, this lovely lady, believes she saw a a foofie/ fuffy the other night. She was experiencing insomnia and got out of bed and looked out the window and saw a Foofie cross the road rather slowly. A foofie as she calls it, is a fluffy, furry, cute, gopher like, free, creature that has a long bushy tail... I still think she was hallucinating, that often happens to people who have insomnia. :-P

Mother and Daughter Cooking Lessons

I've been spending time with my mother these few days, to keep her company, eat healthy, and relax.
So we are sitting there watching her television shows, and the phone rings.Since it's closer to me I answer it, after seeing that it is my sister calling in the caller ID. I am a punk so I answer in my dad's voice ...
Sis- ded give it to ma
Me- how did you know it was me?
Sis- give it to ma I need to talk to her its urgent.
Me- like an emergency?
Sis- yeah.
Me- she's indisposed at the mo. You can ask me I can be your stand in mother-sister
Sis- no I need her!!!!
 
Worried that it is something serious... like "girl problems" or something, I give the phone to my mom. A long conversation ensues on how my sister is trying to make my mom's delicious cauliflower curry, and my mom giving her instructions while she does it.

15 minutes later still listening to the these two banter. My mom is seriously giving my sis a step by step on the phone cooking lesson, as we hear dishes clang and clash in the background. My mom tells her to heat some oil in the frying pan, and in the mean time get the spices ready, and dice up an onion. Also she must set the potatoes to cook separately, and since she has no pressure cooker, she must boil it. 

My mom tells sis - add 3/4 panch pharang, jeere, and diced onion to the hot oil in the frying pan...
Sis - umm this is a little scary (as the oil splatters a little) 
Mom- ... after lowering the heat of the oil.
Mom - this is such a simple and easy recipe, you can't go wrong with it.
Sis - none of this is easy!
Mom - check to see if the potatoes are cooked simultaneously
Sis- they look done...
Mom- no you need to prick it... don't just "look" at it!
Me- stab it you need to staaaaaab it! (I say in the background, with a stabbing motion).
Mom- (bursts out laughing) You two are too cute, well you are a little insane (pointing at me, and she resumes instructing my sis.


Eventually my sister completes the food, but realizes there's nothing to eat it with ie. Indian food is usually eaten with rice/ roti  or naan (types of Indian Bread). She has no rice, but she does have couscous and quinoa. My mom says either is acceptable. She prepares it and sends us a picture and boy does it look yummy!







Breathe

An Autumn Blessed with Many Life Lessons

This month has been one of many many lessons.
Through grief and sorrow, pain, stress, caring, sharing, loving, many a tear, hugs, goodbyes, prayers, loneliness and togetherness; I have made it through.
The sky has been much grey, of late. The sky weeps many tears down to earth.
The trees are naked, all unclothed.
Fall has always been majestic, dreamy, eerie, and even dark.



Looking back:

My grandmother gets progressively ill, and makes no sense on the phone. The sound in her voice says she was crying out for help and mercy. My Father leaves to India, fearing it may be too late. She holds on and he gets there, and she barely recognizes him. He takes care of her and spends much needed time with her, as I balance spending time with my mother who is a little ill due to a cold, and with my boyfriend, who has some health issues himself. After a few days, my dad gets burnt out, and needs back up, as he is at a loss when it comes to geriatric care, however he is managing and is so humbled to be doing so. He emails my sister and I often with notes on how he feels, and the entirety of the experience.

It is the weekend of Durga Puja, the celebration of the Divine Feminine and we celebrate it reluctantly with cousins here. Durga Puja is the main reason my father decided to go to India, to spend it with his mother and celebrate with her.She is unable to celebrate, but he find time to go back to our remote village of Kudra, to observe the festivities there. He tells us in an email, that the people there have so little, but have the biggest hearts, and their warmth is overwhelming. That's the best type of people right?

My mother departs for India and reaches their safely. She is strong and gets on top of things, but the conditions are harsh, and one can get burnt out quickly. I have health issues of my own, which I had been putting off for a long time, and finally I get my appointment after a month of waiting. This doctor is amazing, thorough and personal. She goes over everything with me, my entire history of health to get to the bottom of this problem, this pain, once and for all.

I speak to my uncle, my sister, my grandparents in New York everyday. I don't realize how often I call my mom and dad, until now. Facing these health issues alone, really suck, but it is something we learn to do, or don't. Hurricane Sandy comes and blows through the East Coast... I lose touch for two days from my sis, uncle and grandparents. Anxiety levels rise. I really miss them, and I am in utter pain, it is rather crappy. Who do I reach out to? I have no energy to laugh, love or even pray... I finally was able to cry myself to sleep last night, and what a relief it was to let go. oh what a heavy burden was lifted. I realize that happiness and satisfaction is not through material things or wealth... but the decisions we make in life regarding, loved ones (family and friends), health, awareness and growth in spirituality and truly caring and sharing.

Today I sang some lovely songs to myself and I felt much better, and I was finally able to pray. Praying is something new, I been learning to accept the possibility of a Higher Power, thanks to "The Artist's Way". It is slow but steady progress, and it's so good to be able to love again. There was a drought due to the sadness I feel through empathizing for my my grandmother in India, my dad's feelings as he is present for her, my mother's feelings as she goes to make peace and forgive a demented little old lady, and ask for her forgiveness in return.

A deep reminder that Karma does exist... the decisions you make today weather big or small, will come back to haunt you later in life. Be mindful, be patient, and value the people in your life, more than anything else in the world.

My Beautiful Mother

Each day goes by and we get older, and I look at my mother. She is beautiful, caring, intelligent, and so amazing. She is this lovely woman who brought me up and has cared for me for my 27 years of life. She was my greatest enemy, and best friend; she would lay down the law and everyday I'd be up to the same mischief. I loved wearing her make up. I wanted to be as beautiful as she!
She always did the right things for me, as I look back and reminisce, well at least what she thought was best! Any mother would do that.
My mother inspires me everyday to love, care, be open minded, and she has taught me that there is no age to stop to go to school. She does yoga everyday, and for the record she can do headstand for 15 minutes! She does some 'asanas' better than me. We do teach yoga together (for free, she believes good health comes free). She still studies and takes exams, to better herself for the family. Mothers are so hardworking, and their work is never accounted for. This work that mother's do is the most priceless work ever. One day I hope to be like her...

 My Mom and I - May 22nd 2010