"Anu wadhla jevayla ye"( anu lunch (mostly) is served ,come and have it) and she will say it until she doesnt see me eating it.
I always said to my mom I can take it by myself but " tu jevha wadhtes tevha tat bharlela watat ani pot bharel yachi khatri hote" ( meaning- but when she served it I felt my plate was complete and satisfaction of my tummy guaranteed) . This is one of the differences... isnt it wonderful how you realise every small thing in life means so much more than it seems to be.
Mom used to sit there with a paper sometimes I had to make her sit there or talk to me when i was having lunch.. she used to unknowingly watch my reactions on whether or not i liked it and whether or not i am eating properly.. be it exam day, busy hour, getting late to work ...2 rotis with whatever he had was on either on the table or in her hand literally running behind ( i used to be embarrassed but she never did feel anything ,she always concentrated on how she can feed her son). I miss that but mam lucky I had that once in my life...
Standing by the table when she made something special waiting for the reaction how I or piyu liked it. As if she didnt know it was good but we were her taste buds.. I told her its great and piyu told her its not good coz it was not mutton! even if she didnt remember to smile the sigh of satisfaction could be seen all over her face.... that is MA KE HATH KA KHANA....
I could eat that food less salt less chilly less everything with all that love and expectation she had from her food.. I could feel her presence in her food. More than the food the affection love the motherly emotion of care ...of like feeding her own part who now thinks differently is what MOTHERS FOOD is all about. Its always like coming from her heart from her chest . Never did she mix the effort she put in to make the dish perfect technically with the emotion with which it is served. Thats mother thats what mothers do.. they prepare it with expertise and serve it with love.
now the diffrence between the food we now eat and what mom made...when I make it I make it to be technically perfect I make it to prove it to myself that its not very difficult. I call upon friends to share the food and the emotion of a family. and sometimes to test if other people think the same way about the food. coz I seldom taste my own food before serving. Its all about what we are learning more than with what emotion we are serving it. Thats the difference in my mom's food and mine. or anyones mom's food and the food they now prepare..I should not even compare the two but this was just to show how we can differentiate
Ti bharleli plate varnat la tup, bhaji plate madhe wadhleli
kadhi garam kadhi thanda polya, to cooker madhun ghyava lagnara bhat, parat ghyavi lagnari ki parat milnari bhaji, ajun havi mhantla ani nasli ki aai cha to chehra, saglya goshti kashya agdi datun yetat ani sangtat ki ghadhdya ka motha zalas !
( that ful plate, with butter on dal,and curry in plate, sometimes cold sometimes hot rotis, the rice that i had to take from the cooker, the curry that i had to refill my plate with, ( the candid discipline in it), when i say i want more sometimes and there isnt enough of it, coz it was just for taste that she made it, the sorry face that she so hated to show us showed up (even if it didnt matter to us it meant a world to her)... I remember everything and say to my self why did i ever had to grow up..
:D
this what they say when they say mom ke hath ka khana bohot yaad ata hai...
