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A quick tale 22


They will forget everything she ever did for them. How she would stay up late until they were all home. How she would wait until they were all served before sitting down to eat. Or how she would fast so that they may pass an exam or get a good wife or not get chicken pox. They will remember what a good cook she was and how they miss her food.


virumandi said…
yaen, yaeh, yaen, yaen...ippiddi pannareenga..whatever u wrote was right..absolutely..orae guilty feelinga irrukku!!!
kaaju katli said…
Am going to call my amma right now!
*Warm Hugs* to you.
Balaji said…
very nice :) this is more like it, especially after those kubrick-like "water,terribly,sleep" stories!
Kika Gops said…
we all do the same mistake i suppose, take mother's sacrifices for granted.
Shyam said…
Am learning NOT to take my mom for granted, since moving out... but still had a quick flash of guilt when I read this quick tale. Nice work, Ammani. :)
virumandi said…
thanks for stopping by!!!

well, i should say night, after i got angry at my mom..i day morning..i told 'sorry' to my mom..she cried..that day i matured!!!!
JaganLee said…
thought i dont comment, i used to read all ur stories right from day 1.
this one really touched me. Mother sentiment, always works. :)
Vidya said…
Very nice post.
Although a mom's role is taken for granted often, we always always place her above everyone else. No role can gain the kind of respect that a mother's role can.

Materialistic desires, dreams, selfishness, locational issues make many forget the people they love the most, which is the sad part.

This post really puts the truth as simply as can be..

moushmi said…
hey i am going to miss my mom.....that was a good work...
PVS said…
Its one of the undeniable truth. Everyone laments only about the food. But, I feel, along with it everyone laments for the other comforts from "Amma" inwardly.
Subha said…
You know, this is exactly what my mom says..:)
Amrita said…
mothers are always adorable aren't they! that's quite a moving post
AF said…
Ammani, You Rock!!

dinesh said…
How true ! Guess we need more blogs like this to keep reminding us !
subramoni said…
I don't think you are totally correct. There are kids who remember their moms for things other than her culinary skills. But a nice one, nonetheless.
Prabhu said…
very true!
india poren intha vacation nu sonna vudan, " enna amma kaila nalla saappaada?" that wud be the first question asked :)
Ram.C said…
touching and hitting the bull's eye....keep going...
Anonymous said…
அன்புள்ள அம்மனிக்கு,

அம்மா 'கை'யால் சாப்பிடுவதென்பது எல்லோருக்கும்
கிடைத்துவிடாத ஒன்று; பசியறிந்த அம்மாவுக்கு
மட்டும்தான் 'சாப்பாடு'-டன் அன்பை, பாசத்தை,
நேசத்தை அல்லது நம் பாஷையில் சொல்லப்போனால் 'love'-ஐயும் கலந்து தர முடியும்; வேறு யாராலும், மனைவி உட்பட தரவே முடியாது.

சம்ஸ்க்ருததில் பழைய மொழி ஒன்று உண்டு. 'அம்மா கையால சாப்பாடு; மனைவி கையால தாம்பூலம்; புள்ள கையால படுக்கை எவனுக்கு கிடைக்குதோ அவன்
கொடுத்து வச்சவன்'

கதைக்கு, கை தட்டுதலுக்கு, பாராட்டுகளுக்காக
வேண்டுமானால் உங்கள் முடிவு சரியாயிருக்கலாம்; அதற்காக நாம் good cook அளவுக்கு இறங்கத்தான் வேண்டுமா?

என்றும் அன்புடன்,
rajesh said…
In hindsight,atleast the food reminds them about their mom..right?
Kottangachee said…
Anbulla Ammani-kku,

Nalla post!

Good cook yenbadu IRRAKKAM alla (periya 'ra' please) .. inda kaalathulaYUM neraya husbands sit @ home and do not even help their wives in the kitchen.. avangalai-pondravargalukku cooking oru periya samacharam alla.

COOKING-ai taazhti pesubavargal, oru naal kitchen la pacha mulaga killi pottu, karuveppalayai aaindu kodukkatum..

appuram teryum cooking-oda arumai.. kashtam, ellam!

Mr.Anonymous' comments' first two paras talk abt amma cooking-ai anubavital teryum etc and the last para goes completely ULTA to say IRANGI POGANUMA?

i still dont get how people can say GOOD COOK alavukku irangi-p-poganuma!!! sirripudan varudu.May be he meant(the comment) 'GOOD COOK-AI MATTUM PATHI PESANUMAA' instead of GOOD COOK ALAVUKKU IRANGI POGANUMA? Correct - daane tamizh post adithavarae?
~phobiac~ said…
very true...what can I say... !!
sathish said…
ennama ezhudareenga...
TJSwami said…
Ammani, Kalakkareega.
btw, congrats... A quick quick tale 16, indha vaara vikatan la katradhu Petradhum la publish aagi irukku.

Ennamo ennoda sondha padaipai padicha maadhiri oru peelinggu..

continue maadee..
perspective said…
I cannot empathise with this.... sadly...
virumandi said…

i went through the projectwhy site..itz amazing.thanks!!!
Anonymous said…
how typical of us to use 'kezha mozhies' to justify our 'murpokku seendanigal'.... wonder about what
ancient sanskrit quotes tell us about who is the luckiest woman... i suppose it would
be a lady who departs for heaven before her husband!!! i think that that would supersede her achievements as a good cook!

food from your mother, sex from your wife.... so is this what it is all about.... why
shouldn't it be let us say.... a women who gets a sensitive husband is the luckiest
person in the world or well... i thought of something to do with orgasms... well i hope
you know where i am going...

'ayya kezha mozhi avargale'... if you do want to read stuff which was purportedly written
ages ago, at least try reading someone like mahakavi bharathi. you might not understand
the rage which he feels at the way women are treated in our society, but at least
(and luckily for him), he is not here to cringe at the how far back into the past the
indian male has progressed since his time.

instead of trying to justify your living in the past (based on the truth of anonymous
sanskrit quotes), try to get up early one morning and cook (maybe) some semia upma
along with a glass of filter coffee for your mother and your wife... then they might
consider themselves as truly 'koodathuvaithavargal'....
PVS said…
I used to always feel that your writtings should get published. When I saw TJSwami's comment...ennakkum athae feelings :))
ranganathan said…
அன்புள்ள அனைவருக்கும்,

'anonymous' என்றிருந்தாலும் எனது பெயரைப் போட்டுத்தான் கருத்துக்களைப் பதித்திருந்தேன்.

மாற்றுக் கருத்துக்கு 'blog'-ல்தான் இடமுண்டு; சிலர் மனதில் இடமில்லை எனத் தெரியும்போது 'மௌனம்'தான் சிறந்தது.

பிறர் மனதை நோகடிப்பது எனது நோக்கமல்ல; அப்படி நிகழ்ந்திருந்தால் எனது ஆழ்ந்த வருத்தங்கள்.

என்றும் அன்புடன்,
Not me.! I remember everything.!
Visiri said…
Jikku site blog fans' association members : Ayya, ranganathan avargalae,Nalla comments-ai / blog-ai ezhudi paer vaangubavargal undu..

...(adil) Kutram kandupidithae 'paer' vangubavargalum undu

Ranganathan: hehehe

Fans : *sirikaadir*..neengal enda pirivai serndavar endru ungalukke teryum..naanga adanaldan 'paer' endru inverted commas il sonnoam..

ranganathan : ????
oh boy
so true
missmy mom (mi) ya
Praveen said…
Been mostly a silent reader coz all i could comment on ur post is the same old "brilliant" :)

But this one was really touching!! Cant help commenting! Awesome!!
Anonymous said…
I cant agree with this! Its not only food which remainds u of mom but also love which remainds her.

Sad that many ppl told it is brilliant.
Thoughtful post. But I'll add myself to that list which is a complement of this post. I do remember my mother for more things than her cooking (and her cooking too!)
Anjali said…
Mother of mine you gave to me all of my life to do as I please without your love where woudl I be"Mothersweet Mother of mine".Love theses lines and ur write up too.
rt r said…
this one made me cry...
Probably for my mom and her sacrifices, and how I still do not acknowledge them.
Good one, ammani. You are brutally honest.

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