Today here in Portland there was a program from Anindya Chatterjee of Chandrabindoo fame #chandrabindoo which included songs , book reading and what we Bengalis call “Adda” (chatting) . As a part of that he read something he wrote on “Ma Calling” or Mom calling, what shows up on your phone when you mother calls (mostly at odd hours something you would hate and love at the same time) .Was a hilarious story and was easy to relate for every one of us . I am sure everyone of us must have gone through those calls .
As he was reading through the small story , I could see lot of people relating and shaking heads vehemently in agreement . While the heads were shaking in agreement , some where within the crowd and noise, I started drifting down the memory stream, specially given it is my mother’s 70th birthday today.
As I drifted it reminded me also of the years of her calling , Today as I stare at the blank screen of my phone longing for the impossible to see the words “Ma calling ” all I could think of were ……
As the clock ticks to seventy
I am slowly drifting down memory
How did the years pass by
Where did the time fly
Let us start at the very beginning
When for her motherhood was just about starting
Every time I could hear her calling
There was the sense of security and belonging.
As I crossed over to become a teen
The rebel in me didn’t deter her from being serene
Irrespective of innumerable conflicts & fight
Her calling somehow always gave the delight.
Adulthood took me away from home
Be that study or just my feeling of being grown
Her gray hairs didn’t stop her from calling
My inexperience or feeling busy ended up many times me just stalling
Today my heart longs for that calling
Technology unfortunately not supporting
Strings of heart prays from afar today
Wish you where ever you are a heartfelt Happy Birthday