The Two Decades

Looking back is a an engaging pastime for me. It is not the literal  turning around , but the retrospection that holds my attention .Recollecting the past events, is an interesting and a hand on experience. I stand a little apart ,and gaze in wonder ,as how I tackled the  situations ,as how I emerged  successful in all my endeavours. Behind all these trials  are a series of struggles , a pack of sacrifices, a pile of humiliations, a  load of mockery , a collection of losses ,and  a heap of perfidy.

The past two decades were a stifling suffocation. My kids were my prime concern. Three boys ,in eight years ,was a dazzling proforma. They were impish at a time and very responsible at another period. They made no serious effort in their early school days. All the three, took things as they happened. They were always in the garden, shouting , playing, cricket one day, football another day and tennis the next morning. The lawn , which was neatly mowed and kept in perfection, would look  torn  and tattered , much to the agony of my old gardener. Not a day passed without breaking of glass panes, and bulbs in the garden .The  whole compound would be strewn with bats, balls ,socks and shoes. Rearranging them was an absolute threat.

The ordeal of bathing them and bringing them to the desk was an extra strain . I used to have severe heart attacks. There is a belief ,that a person  can withstand three infractions. But I have  survived hundred of such attacks,and still going strong. Putting them in the wheel was an arduous task , but I managed. The eldest will have  doubts in Algebra, the second will be doing his  English homework, and the little one half asleep will be counting the numbers. I was a three in one teacher, and coped up with this exercise comfortably.

As they reached the middle school level, each one slowly became studious, much to my amazement. Their border line pass, became a distinction . When they stepped into he high school , it was such a smooth transition, they rose to the top rank.The graduation and the post graduation were a simple jump for them They bagged gold in their masters. They chose different fields, business administration, journalism and advertisement. They are making waves in their areas,. They are excellent in their jobs and have registered a tremendous sequence in their avocation.

I had set aside  all my passions, my interests, my socialiing  for the sake of my children. The writing skill, in me .was dormant all these twenty years. The inclination towards music , which I learnt during my young age ,was shelved . I was not myself. I was primarily a mother, nothing else crossed me, nothing else intercepted my thoughts, nothing else disturbed my composure. 

After ,they have taken off , the I in me is surging and raising its head. I try to put it down , by mumbling , that the remaining years would provide a platformto perform and enumerate my talent.