A SCOLDING MOTHER

My mother scolds me for a complaining world!


It was yet another instance of a complaint from a school teacher, cruelly tingling with my mother’s ears and pulsating her heart, over telephone.

She dropped the call and turned towards me with a couple of looming eyes that were helpless.

She had yet not understood how she could to do away with my evil-habits.
The same thought tortured her thereafter and more so, when the schoolteachers complained about it.


It would do all that makes her fiery red eventually plunging into purple-prosy lady, who has not yet decided on her shot at the budding child.


It is pitiably undeniable as to the teacher that I was easily able to make out precisely what venom she has spat and sent into my mother.

She must have gone saying“ Mrs. Bhatia, your ward nearing class 5 has not done his English homework. What a spirited disregard to the studies?

So much as when I ask him why do not you do the homework, the unabashed soul has precisely one reason to cite “Ma’am, I wish to do it all. But, I am morbidly fed up of you.”



Sure enough, then, my mother or better call her “ Mrs. Bhatia” chews down any the patience in hers to the cud and begins drawing a sustainable plan to punish me.

I tried to calm her down saying “Mom, could I help with the making of the plan”. It served only to whip up the frenzy that was about to shower on my head.

Haplessly enough, her plans have never seen the light of the day. Even as she rethinks about it, she climbs down the ladder. Why?


If you reader trying to put across a guess. It could be less wilder than the answer to why?


Since my mother had learnt that If she would beat me down anytime earlier than I grow a wisdom teeth in my 4’5 buccal cavity, it would have had a catastrophe. It must have been a strand of the superstition that my Grandmother narrated to her simple daughter so as to save me from such harsh moments.


As things tumble out, my mother met the superstition halfway.She wrapped my mouth , exclusively area under nose covering lips to shut them. And thrashed me up and down, while I could make failed attempts at crying or shrieking.


The rationale here is since walls could not hear me, the prospect of the wrong done, being diffused to how so ever near or distant human, was not a loose fiction or likelihood.


But, what would a mother do who has lend an all-ear to a string of similar complaints from many, all day long. In an event, my mother does not have a wisdom ear to entertain them all, she entirely gives up at the hands of harsh happening.

So much as she gingerly announced before initiating a conversation with others that she was not born to descend her intestines to the knees, listening only to complaints.


For many days the new attitude of my mother pleased no one as I. She had stopped fussing over my misdoings simply because a “mere complaint” came to her.


As life itself makes a complete circle, there are repeat events to test the patience of a particular person. One such moment came to her way too.
It was any the more, when the same school teacher rang up her and mother reflexively takes the call.

Typically,as anytime earlier, the teacher begins “ Mrs. Bhatia, do you know your ward…
At the repetition of the same line, seemingly complaining , seared up my mother sorely.

And interrupting her on phone, she breaks out in words “Full-silence now, I do not always want to listen to the complaint of my ward. And I too am fatally sick of you. Do not chew up my ears.”


…In the course of her wording my mother even went to a messy meaty margin and announced –“ You see, for the God’s sake I know that I cannot beat only those who have not grown a wisdom teeth.”


My mother finally draws a deep breath while a big blow of womanly throat arrested her on a wrong foot “ Mrs. Bhatia, I had called to announced that your son has got highest marks in English language.”


My mother fell back on the chair, in this trembling surprise. And felt hugely embarrassed after having cut a sorry figure that left her with nothing to curry favour with.

Author: Deependra Tiwari