Maa and Chai !!!

 Got this idea of writing a blog long time back but was procastinating for a reason even i dont know. About me, you all will know me as my stories progress. Some of you already know me a little, more than a little or lets put it like very well. I am confident that i will be coming up with stories that are not fiction completely but inspired by real life incidents. Thats all enough of intro for now.

Maa- the person who takes a lot of pain to show you the light of the world. Quite a text bookish kind of way to define mother because i feel there is no way one can define her in words. At some point of time I miss her the most and i feel some of you are very lucky when you miss your mom you can give her a call and talk, unfortunately i dont have that option. being my first story it has to be about my mother.

Chai- the drink has my heart, its true, even the food blogger in me fails to describe the speciality of this drink. People become poetic when it comes to tea commonly known as chai, cha in india. Chai is described in various ways not only a drink but stressbuster, reliever and its totally on you how you describe this drink. As an agriculturist, Chai is known to me as Thea sinensis, native of china so i will describe it as one of the few things from china loved globally. the fun part is i was having a cup of chai when i thought of sharing a chai story with you. Chai has a bittersweet relationship with me and actually there is a series of chai stories in my life. 

There are people who literally cant live without tea, thats not the case with me, but, Maa was chaiaholic. As a kid, I always wanted to have her cup of chai, but whenever i wished so, she would give me a look and that simply stated 'we dont do that here'. She had this unique way of having chai, no cups are used, cups are for guests. She would prepare a glass of chai for herself and thats not the way she would drink it, she would pour it in a small plate to cool and slurp some part of the drink and that sound that comes gives a sign of peace. 

Once, the 8 year old me rebelled " I will not eat chattua (sattu), I want my cup of chai, nobody listened, i cried, i rolled on the floor for chai. the first protest of my life went in vein, not totally. Next day onwards, chattua is replaced by chai and roti. i was happy finally i will drink chai, i burnt my tongue with the first sip, its like getting out for a duck in debut match. so maa taught me to make a roll of the roti, dip it in chai and have it that way. Maa always had a glass full of chai and nothing else but i am served a cup of chai and roti but i always wanted to have chai and chai only. The logical me went straight to papa, " Nana, why cant I have only a cup of chai?" Papa's reply,  drinking chai in empty stomach causes acidity. My dad is a teacher but I was not convinced and I asked maa the same question and after her reply I never complained again but eventually stopped having roti chai as breakfast during my highschool.

The most pathetic time of the year for any 90s kid was during the declaration of board results. There would be release of result at a national and state level, the toppers were the stars rather celebrity for few days until they get enrolled in colleges. kids are like me were given examples of such toppers to motivate us to become one of them. Examples also involved topper's diet. One of the state toppers used to be my neighbor who always ate roti and chai as breakfast.Now at the end of the story you know what could have my mother replied. Such a wonderful move.