I woke up with a smile this morning, gently slapped away the mosquito singing the morning raga in my ears. As I stretched out like a cat or so I thought I managed to topple a few jars on my bedside table. I didn’t fret and no I didn’t frown either. There was a spring in my step, a silly grin pasted on my face as I tottered to the kitchen. Today is special, Tee finishes her exams.
For days I have been bubbling with excitement. Even before my daughter’s exams could finish, I went out with my girlie gang to raise a toast to liberation which was just around the corner. The bistro was brimming with women, the mall jam packed with even more women – all of them wide eyed, excited, celebrating their reunion with freedom with gusto.
When your progeny sits for the exams, it’s the Mum who breaks into a sweat. Tee doesn’t get too bothered about such trivialities; she outsources all her worries to her Mum. True, she has to bear with me in my truly annoying avatar. It’s 10 in the morning, are you still in bed!! (Insert eyes popping out, horrified expression) Do you really have to watch Castle.....can’t you miss a single episode of Las Vegas!! Gosh are you sleeping again! When will you study? (My voice pitch is touching the 10th floor now)....It’s two in the morning when will you sleep! (A mix between desperation and air of resignation)
I hate how the exam fever dents my chilled out Mom image! But what to do, my Tee makes up for all the sleep she lost in the year, during her exams. And whenever she finds time between sleeping and entertaining herself, she deigns to pick up her books and studies.
Secretly I do not blame her. One look at her books and you know that it is enough to put even a confirmed insomniac to sleep. The language is stuffy and unimaginative. Imagine describing the big bang theory as a small dot that exploded! If Stephen Hawking reads it, he will be banging his head in frustration. NCERT books have this magical quality of making even the most interesting subject sound mundane.