A Mother, A Girl, A Woman… Now Living My Dreams

She was a young girl with bookish dreams, but took the ‘safe’ career path… but now, a mother, she is living her dream, pledging to stand by her son’s dreams too!

39- Nay that’s not my age,

And that possibly can’t be my weight,

Yes it was this girl’s.

Today-I start her story back from some 2 and a half decades,

Thin as a straw, she could get lost in a crowd of one,

But she stood out- always!

As a daughter who wanted to be right,

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As a student so meticulous and bright.

You know, literature was her first love,

But back then it was like an unemployed boyfriend.

Keynes looked like the perfect suitor,

SO ECONOMICS it was,

The subject she chose to pursue and master.

As they say,

An arranged marriage of sorts,

Where you find love on the way.

Aah yes! Love also she found when she got married

later in the day!

From a Geeky Economics professor,

To a strong and poised Principal,

Perfectly logical outcomes of what all she had  mastered

Responsibility, recognition, glamor,

All thrown in in just the right measure.

Nothing was kept waiting,

Meticulous you see.

Somewhere on the flight,

She got an egg clicked right.

And bore a boy – an absolute absolute delight.

Isn’t this all perfect and so impeccably right?

Then what was it that nibbled her inside,

A strange strong emptiness,

Or something like Diminishing Marginal Happiness.

So one fine sunny morning,

She hung up her boots.

Thereon-

Leisurely mornings made way into the arms of

warm afternoons,

Blissful evenings making out with her favorite

authors.

But nothing just nothing could beat the joy of seeing

her chubby boy,

Zoom up into a lanky teenager,

Fearless, witty and never shy

Imagine the other day I met her,

After two and a half decades.

And the first thing I asked her,

Lady! you left all of your economics?

All that you mastered?

She giggled like a school girl!

No no she said and smiled.

“I use it all now to study my own trends and statistics!”

Way beyond 39 she was,

She said ‘Look”

“My marginal curves have made way for parabolas

My asset classes are roaring.”

“I’m a flourishing economy on the side-swings

and soaring.”

I asked her “Aren’t you bothered by the diseconomies of scale?”

“Not a wee bit”, she said

“Having seen the scarcity of being utterly frail!”

“69 is my new favorite and I’m loving it” she said.

See …I too got it wrong again!

She was talking about her gross gain!

I still wanted to pester,

“What else do you do?” I asked her.

“I flirt” she said. With such guts.

Good heavens I thought

This once upon a sane woman has certainly gone nuts!

“I flirt with words O girl,

“I’m now a writer-a blogger

Known for my quirky thoughts,

While writing and enacting,

I discovered,

Humor was my G Spot”.

Then she got serious and stopped

“Life has come a full circle”, she sighed

“Today I see my son,

Eyes laden with dreams,

Chasing new academic streams,

Like his mother was decades back.”

“And I do ponder.

If ever he decides to step back,

Pace down his stride,

Or explore some new beautiful side.

Will I let the mother in me override?

Will I dish out thumb rules,

To make him just abide.

It’s then that I must be the friend by his side!”

No points for guessing who the girl is on this ride.

Watch me perform this slam poetry

Author’s note: This poetry was recited at The Quill Company Slam 3 at the Mumbai Chapter at The Habitat and was widely appreciated

Published here earlier.

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