Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they’ll like this song?
Mother, do you think they’ll try to break my balls?
Mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Is it just a waste of time?
Hush now baby, baby, don’t you cry
Momma’s gonna put all of her fears into you
Momma’s gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won’t let you fly, but she might let you sing
Momma’s will keep Baby cozy and warm
Ooo Babe, of course Momma’s gonna help build the wall
There was a mother who loved her son so much that she wanted to see him become the king. With her elder step-son was all set to become the heir to the throne she devised a plan to make use of an old promise made to her by the king. In an inebriated state the king acceded to her wish and the heir was sent packing with wife and brother in tow. There was another mother who appeased the gods to give her five children and she gave away two of them to her king’s second wife. Many years later during a battle, her first son who was secretly born when she appeased a god out of wedlock was up against his five brothers. She told him she was his birth-mother and made him promise that at the end of the day she would still be a mother of five. There was this mother who adopted the son of her husband’s childhood friend when he turned up at their door with a kid one stormy night. She raised him with utmost love and thereafter never had any kids of her own. There’s one thing that runs through all the three women listed above and that is the unbridled love for their child. It’s something that comes to them naturally and is unquestionable, whether it goes against society or not.
Mothers have had a strong presence in our movies as well, heck how can they be left behind. Lets begin with a mother who not only accepted the fact that her son was gay but also left us with the immortal words ‘Phoolon phalo khair chodo’. In another movie the very same mother had such a strong resolve that her son was reborn once again as she waited for him to return. There was a mother who could hear her son alight from a helicopter a few hundred meters away in the midst of celebration and walk towards the door to welcome him. The same mother in a different movie embraced the love-child of her husband with another woman as he shot himself unable to bear the guilt. More recently the mother stayed away from her son whose life was endangered by an evil sorcerer and was turned to stone by him when her son finally came to meet her. There was the mother who gave up everything to raise a kid in a village on the words of a silly doctor only to return 25 years later to the city and not recognize his birth-parents! She was also the mother who in another movie shot her gangster-son in the very last scene as a symbol of freeing him from the earthly ties. Oh how can we forget the mother who not only lost her husband but had the words traitor tattooed on her forehead and wait by a temple for her son to avenge the humiliation 25 years later. I guess this mother liked roles with apathy for elsewhere her two sons were butchered in front of her eyes but were reborn and take the baddie to task for the gross injustice. Oh we are so not done, for in another movie her husbands confidante cheats them of their property and hence again 25 years later the proud mothers son entraps the cheaters daughter, bumps her off the terrace, romances his younger daughter and finally ends up killing himself and the cheater. Something about winning despite losing, what crap moron you are dead!
Well I don’t subscribe to the idea of a single day dedicated to mothers all over the world but then I’m not against it. Also don’t we think of our mothers all the time especially in pain and sickness, then why just tell them that on one day? Who do you call out to when you slip and take a fall or bang your toe against the table? You actually don’t need a calendar to remind you to tell your mother how much she means to you, and if you do then that’s pretty sad. Forget the movies, forget mythology and even those silly cards they sell for every occasion, instead pick up the phone and give you mother a call. I did the same and boy did I feel great or what, trust me you’ll feel the same as well. Sorry ladeej but you won’t understand, it’s a guy thing and oh it’s super cool as well. It’s always been momma’s boys and daddy’s princesses and maybe the girls grow up and act all mature but us boys will always remain the same for we choose to….
PS: The opening verse is from Pink Floyd’s Wall and this post was supposed to coincide with mother’s day if it’s not quite evident by now!
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