And I call her super mom for a reason. I honestly have no clue how she does infinite things a day. I would get exhausted even if I do half the things she does. And to us, it seemed like, ‘Alright, I’m going to get some groceries, pay our bills on time, pot the plants, mop the kitchen, teach my students, cook dinner, raise you, and uh, maybe get a PhD on the way…’


My mother’s research work was focused on the work of musicians from Maharashtra and their role in Hindi film industry. There were no written records of historical work or research anywhere remotely associated with this area, so she had to scour the ground herself. I thought that was remarkable.

She also runs a music school, single-handedly teaching vocal music to about hundred students and is also involved with lot of music groups in Mumbai.

Meanwhile did I mention that she got acquainted with using the computer, internet, audio/video technology, etc. because she wanted to do the whole bloody thesis in Marathi all by herself?

Oh, and next in line for PhD (in few years) is my younger sister. Seriously! What’s with the women in my family?

That reminded me of a story.

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When you are 13 or 14 years old, you think that ‘nagging you’ is the sole purpose of your parents, isn’t it?

On one such day, years ago, I was getting ready for school and it was already late. I was wearing my socks carelessly (as usual):

Dad (exclaimed): अरे जरा लक्ष दे!     Hey, pay some attention!
Me (irritated): काय झालं?     What’s wrong? – (To myself: ‘He is so annoying.’)
Dad: मोजे उल्टे घालतोएस     You are wearing your socks inside out. – (I looked. Indeed the stitches were on the outside.)
Me (dismissively): जाऊ दे ना, कोण बघतय!     Oh forget it, no one’s gonna notice anyway!
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Dad: कुणी कशाला बघितलं पाहिजे, तु स्वतः नाही बघणार का?     Why bother about anyone else noticing, won’t YOU notice it yourself?

Translation obviously not strong enough.

At that time I must have dismissed it as yet another ‘dad-talk.’ But in no time I learnt the immense value of this statement. I learnt the importance of setting high self standards regardless of other people’s low expectations. Doing things not to impress others, but to impress myself. I can write a long essay on this, but hey that’s not the intent of this post. So, picking up the cue ‘focus on other people, not on yourself’ from Randy Pausch’s ‘Last Lecture’, I simply wanted to say:

“Happy Birthday Dad!”
wait, that’s not all,
“Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad ”

Just in case you wondered who the awesomemost parents in the world were.

Try commenting without the use of following words: aww, cute, sweet, (ok enough)

Happy 26th wedding aniversary to my mom and dad.
They make such a wonderful couple

My learning curve rose exponentially until 2004 when my younger sister also started using the machine. By ‘use’ I mean real work and not just playing games. Although my territory was intruded, yet I had not lost the dominance.

In 2005, dad achieved partial freedom by buying a new laptop. Now it was only me and my sister who would share the home computer. Dad has occasional office work.

However, in Jan 06, my mother finished learning the basics of word, internet and email. She also knows how to type Marathi in Unicode. That’s great, but terrible for me. Now I can no longer assume the availability of home computer. There are 3 others who challenge my claim.

Live example of how we run out of resources.

Happy Dasara to everyone.

Today, my parents celebrate their 25th wedding aniversary. They make both – an ideal couple and ideal parents. I believe I’m among the world’s lucky few who have the most awesome parents.

Currently they are at Goa, rekindling the 25 year old memories !