The moment you become a parent you become virtuous. Instantaneously. The pressure of setting an example for a much smaller human being starts hitting you. So you try to always be well mannered and righteous. Well, almost always.
There are a few things one loves dearest. I mean ‘things’ not people or even living things just material things.
Now if your off spring grows to love the exact same things – there are 2 possibilities – unbreakable bond (Like Fevical ka jod!) or unending conflict (like milk and curd!)
There are few- very few kids who I have heard of – who hate chocolates. They love fruits and veggies. WOW! How I wish my progeny was one of that kind. Didn’t wish hard enough I guess.
Chocolates – It seems will make us the worst enemies we can ever be to each other – my son and I.
Dhruv is done with his lunch and demands for his daily rather hourly doze of the brown evil. I open the fridge and scream. Whaaa!!! The whole pack of Lindt had disappeared. I just saw it last evening!
I look at my mom in law. Eyes narrow and sharp, so sharp that I could have her heart piercing with my gaze. She is usually the first accused in times of crisis like this – by the virtue of she being the ‘in-law’.
She quickly defends herself ‘Don’t you dare give me that look! It isn’t me. Ask your son, he is the one who so diligently had one chocolate every hour like a doctor’s prescription’. Damn!
The fridge which is usually always stacked with chocolate bars, suddenly seemed devoid of any. The last of lindt was smiling at me.
It was tough fight between the split personalities within me – A true forever giving mom Vs an ardent chocolate lover.
The argument that ensued was thus:
True Mom says: Oh C’mon. It’s just a chocolate, let him have it.
Chocolate lover says: Just a chocolate?? Whoaa!! He emptied the whole box for God’s sake!
True Mom says: He’s just a child. Let him be. He’s finished his lunch. SO just give it away.
Chocolate lover says: Precisely. He is just a child. So much chocolate can harm him. So just give him jaggery and let him be. What sort of a mother are you? A box of chocolate? Imagine the calories and cavities…
True Mom now is thinking hard. Jaggery it is.
The chocolate lover does an ecstatic jumpy dance. She then quickly picks the chocolate and puts it in her pocket.
‘Maa…Where is Dhruv’s chocolate??? Dhruv finished his lunch. Seeeee. Tummy full.’ Innocent smile. But not even to shake the chocolate lover in his mommy.
‘Dhruv – there is no chocolate in the fridge. See? We will ask Acha to buy some more. Now you will just have to settle for some jaggery. Sorry baby..’ followed by a hug and a kiss.
He settles for jiggery. My understanding little one!
The moment he is out of sight I quickly open the wrapper and hurriedly dump that chocolate into my mouth.
Bliss! I relish it with my eyes closed. Suddenly I feel someone pulling me from down. Arghhh. Do not disturb!
But the pull gets tighter. I open my eyes and find my little detective.
‘What are you eating?’
‘Hmm??’ slowly moving the chocolate from the right cheek to center so it would be less noticeable.
‘What are you eating?’
‘Hmm?’ trying to look around..
‘Ammmaaaa WHAT ARE YOU EATING?’
‘Oh God! Can’t you hear?’
By now the chocolate has molten into a liquid state and I swallowed it slowly.
‘But why does jaggery come in the Lindt wrapper??’
Damn!!!! I can see the True Mom giving the narrow eyed stare to the chocolate lover. You dare teach my baby to lie!!