The Vodka Vs Mummy

A snippet straight from the glass of Vodka

Usually while I am drinking, I either go extremely quiet or I blabber and annoy people out of their wits.
Last weekend my brain chose to annoy. Nolan was not around, so the target was Mom. I did not want to mess with my cat. He does not tolerate nonsense.

My mom has been my strongest and my only strength, if she was not around, I guess I would not have been alive today. Because I was drunk, I guess, not sure, I decided to tell her how much she meant to me. And I chose to do this after I guess 20+ years. I do not remember the last time I told her I love her.


Wrong move, but you see, when your drunk, who cares.
Since Nolan was out, I told his bicycle how I hated it for occupying so much space in my house.
I told my cat I love his tail. And there was Mom, sitting peacefully having lunch while I was listening to Metallica.


She knows how much I love every annoying thing around me when I am drunk, but till date she has never mentioned a word about how annoying I am.

“I love you Mumma. I can’t live without you”. I should have shut up. But thank you Vodka for the favor.
That was it.... all the 34 years of pain, trauma, annoyance, and frustration came tumbling out of a stuffed wardrobe of her heart.

She said, well she always says this, that because I wear shorts people are getting raped around the country!!! I cannot change her mind set at this age though. All these years, I am the only kid she has and I thought I was the good one. Sigghhhh!!!

Geez... She sounded like she was drunk more than I was!!! Served her wine and she was fine. But, you can’t expect kids to NOT be annoying. At whatever age, when it comes to our own Mothers, though we are one, we will always be who we are. “Annoying little brats” .

I sat there, blank, confused, and hurt. I looked at my glass and wondered if it be rude to take a sip. I still did, while she stared at me with a disgusted look.

After 37 years of working in a reputed institution, she is finally retiring in 2 months. I am so happy that she can finally stop working her ass off for ME.

It was always about me and FOR ME.

I am not even one third of what she is as a Mother to Nolan. If Nolan turns out be like me, I might ship him to China. I swear.

(PS: One day, I overheard her telling my maid, that her daughter is better than any kids she knows, and she is glad she had me than a SON.) I pretend like I never heard it. That is what makes this relationship the most rare and awesome one.

{I am not getting this reviewed by my editor. This is straight from the heart. *hick* from the glass. Whatever}