Buchies know the art of taming their moms. In fact, they learn this from the mothers themselves. There are hundreds of instances to prove Sheru’s point, but just one story will suffice.
To show to her crorepati sister that she was not as shikaslad as she believed, the mom sent her daughter to Aligarh to secure a good education. The buchi spent some years in Aligarh and later sought admission in a Delhi college for graduation. He father tried his best to get her back but she delayed it on one pretext or the other. The mom fully supported her. One day the problem was discussed with Sheru who, after giving it serious thought, gave his verdict.
“The buchi has fallen in laive with a Delhi boy. The mom knows it and supports her daughter. She will not come back.”
But nobody listened to Sheru.
A year later, the buchi gave a late-night call to her brother-in-law. She wanted to know where he stood. After ascertaining that there would not be much resistance from any notable quarter, she called her father and poured out her laive story. He was surprised. Sheru had informed him in advance, but he had not believed.
The mom kept pestering her husband. With great difficulty he agreed. The buchi felt on top of the world, and so did her Hindustani boyfriend.
Sheru was not interested, but burst into laughter when the father narrated the story.
“I told her that Kashmir would become independent shortly. After independence, the newly emerged state of Jammu and Kashmir would not have good relations with New Delhi. You cannot come to Kashmir for quite some time.”
The buchi had turned muhabbat mein andhi (blind) and behri (deaf). She would not listen. But the mom, who was an accomplice in the crime, got terrified.
“I cannot see my daughter if Jammu and Kashmir gets independence,” she poured out her heart to Sheru, and asked him to defer the dawn of independence for some time. But how could Sheru do that.
“Do not worry, I will exercise my influence and get a visa for your daughter,” Sheru assured. She was delighted.
Sheru pondered and pondered. People offer huge sacrifices for independence and the selfish mom wanted to delay it for her khini nas daughter.
The buchi got married and has now shifted to the Gulf. She has to look after two children. Then realities of life have dawned on her. laive mein woh maza nahi raha. She talks to her mom regularly, who gives her valuable tips on topics ranging from cooking beans to taming the husband.
She acknowledges it by telling relatives, who visit her from time to time, to sing Bollywood songs to her mother. Last week her sister returned after spending a month with her.
This time she had sent a Kashmiri song. Wafadaar Mouji.
The mom wept.
This time her tears were real.
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