SHORT STORIES... 1,My Role Model

My  Role Model.....

     

I am normally very slow at typing but I could not resist myself from sharing with you the woman who has motivated many lives but to me she is just a living God.She is articulate, intelligent and charming.She is a bundle of unbridled energy and compassion.She is a caregiver with super organizational skills.  Yes, these are the things which can never be erased whenever anyone asks me about my mom.. Not to mention the super mommy qualities of extreme love, sacrifice, innovative cooking skills, and good judgmental ability comes to her naturally.
Born in the tea gardens of Assam....A tall fair  stem-thin  girl who lost her father at a very young age ... ,she had borne the burden of a large family of 9 siblings she being the eldest of them all . An extremely large family with many mouths to feed and with very less money in hand with all the brothers being so young to her that finally it rested on her young shoulders to take care of her nephews and nieces who was also younger to her .Started her career as a school teacher at an unripe age of 19 when she was supposed to reign over her college life.Got a first class in masters.Her main aim was to give proper knowledge and make her brother and sisters equally qualified . In the long run she forgot that she too was a young girl who too had so much dreams.She slowly slowly started to personify in the  dreams of her siblings. She not only educated her own brothers and sisters but all of children in the area of Borpathar Tinsukia. I still remember when as a small girl I used to visit Tinsukia everyone used to address her as Didi....both young and old....She was the one who had uplifted the name of Baneerjee house.Never did she buy any new dress for her but still her beauty could not be hidden. Earning ,studying,teaching everything singlehandedly she managed very well.She educated all her brothers and sisters.My grandmother who after the death of my grandfather was disturbed,she too was dependent on her.For every single decision she always wanted her to be by her side.
     
       Her life had been of extreme sacrifices.But it seemed God had something good in store for her too....time too changed for her when she got married to my jovial father.He was the man sent by God in her life to fill it with love and joy... She was blessed with two lovely daughters but as she is the Goddess of sacrifice she did not go along with my father who was a bank manager and had a transferable job.She sacrificed her happiness for us as she wanted us to be in Convent school and not move along with her dream.Here too she had lot of difficulties we were small at that time and so many desires she fulfilled it all . After 3years my father was again transferred to where we were living .These were the days she was dreaming for herself but as usual the dark clouds engulfed her dreams as if telling her ...Why dreaming about yourself...?1984 31st December I still can't forget the time when we all went for our winter break to our grannays place in Tinsukia.All enjoying then  my father and my youngest maternal uncle decided to go to Dibrugarh to see our ancestral home. Both of them expired in a road accident near Chabua -Tinsukia highway .They were in a scooter and  a drunken truck  driver overran them and their bodies was fully massacred.Here at home my youngest aunty her children we were all in an enjoying mood.....suddenly somebody came and called my uncle and my masi out it was around 7 pm...She came back by 8 pm her eyes all redden when asked she told everything was fine only some small injuries to my father and uncle...I was at that time in just 4th standard so I was only besides my mother.She was again silent.It seemed as if silence would never leave her side.It was as if God didn't want to see her smiling face. How the night went I just can't describe.Nobody slept .I remember how my second youngest mamaji came back home and was totally disturbed but when asked by my mother nobody was replying her she decided that she would herself go and find out what happened to my father.But by that time my mom's cousin brother already came and even outside the house huge crowd started gathering.My Mamaji stopped my mother and asked her what she wanted to know .....? She just very blankly looked at him..And he told that everything was finished there was nothing to know ....I just don't know how I am typing this as my hands are still shaking remembering all those moments.I went on looking at my mom she became mute I was calling her but she was not listening only looking at the door and by around 11 am two dead bodies all wrapped up in white cloth and kept in the open space in my grannays house ...My grannay who was not told up till now what was going on came to know that she had lost her eldest son-in-law and her youngest son who was also a practicing lawyer a very lovely character,jovial and fun loving had expired and we were not allowed to see them also for the last time as the truck had completely smashed their bodies and not in any state to show them to us .My grannay was sitting in between the two bodies .My mom was not ready to come out but was pulled out by her siblings for the rituals to be done she didn't say anything to anyone...Not a single drop of tear in her eyes she had as of surrendered herself to everyone. Now she just did what everyone was telling her to do I just kept on following her like a shadow my sister was very small she used to come and ask me what had happened....What to answer...?She became like a rock I don't know why people coming again and again and telling her to cry ....She rock steady no tears . Slowly slowly she made friendship with silence but did never cry.My father was in a very good designation, and she never wanted to diminish her husband’s image So she decided  to take  the job offer. Everyone started telling her that she should stay with her mother their on Tinsukia but she didn't react...Then finally when my masi told her to come and stay with them she stirred as she was also going to stay where we were studying.My Mousajii got transferred from Agartala to Gauhati only on the ground of my father's death.
             Now started the second phase of her struggle...My mom without a word in her mouth shifted to stay with my mousi as she didn't want our schooling to end.We continued with our convent school education and my mother now had to fulfill my aunt's desires just because we was leaving with them.She never reacted to anything only looked upon us my sister was very intelligent and was fairing well in her studies but I was not able to do that well.She joined State Bank in the year 1985..in Silpukhri evening branch but here at home nothing was right....My aunt's behaviour towards my mom was a big question....maybe she too had her family pressures....But to behave with her elder sister in that way was very difficult.My mom whose only aim was we both then decided to shift to a separate house as she wanted to devote more time on our studies especially my.... as I was going down in my studies......their was a cold war as they thought what the outsiders would say....Here again my mommy assured them that she would take up all the blame herself and so they agreed....Now our family was only me my mother and my sister.Though my aunt was not staying that far away from us but they hardly bothered about us .Years passed my mother brought us up with strict discipline that everyone again started admiring my mom.She was young and beautiful  when my dad expired but she never for a single day thought about her happiness .Then after a decade I  graduated I saw her  happy once again.....She wanted to be happy with us so she decided to get me married and so after two more years that is 1996 she got me married thinking that I would add to the happiness but I like any typical indian bride just became a babu....But forgot that I was also a daughter and all this time my younger sister took care of my mom.I always called on my mom for smallest of my problems and she like my fairy God mother always fulfilled my dreams.....Then in the year 1997 she became a grandma.....again she started living to fulfill our dreams.She never ever thought about her dreams. Till today when you ask her what she wants she will never be able to answer....What she loves to eat.....no answer....what she loves to wear....no answer........Yes she is my mom....

An epitome of smiplicity.....A perfect daughter,a perfect wife,and over and above a perfect mother. She will always remain my rock solid pillar forever...