just write a post of your own (5 things that you love about being a mom) and find someone to link to and tag - someone from your own country, if you like, but definitely someone from another country (Google is a good resource if you don't know any; google any country name and 'mom' in their blog search function) (be sure to let them know that you've tagged them!) - and link back here and HBM and leave a comment.
Now, I dunno about loving being a mum, but I do love Bhablets and it’s not all bad being a Babu. And I do love this city I’m bringing my very own Bhablet up in, so my tag will be – ta daaaah! – 5 Reasons Why I Enjoy Being a Mum in Calcutta.
- The people, the people. I love how everybody stops to chat with him as he walks past. They don’t have to and they don’t always, but they do, mostly. And it’s not because of his essential Bhabletness either. It’s something about Cal. The way a watchman waylays us as we walk by and then tells us proudly that his own granddaughter is a much better talker (trust me, you can’t take offence); the way rickshawwalas, taxi and auto drivers wish him good bye when he gets off; the way an entire Post Office full of people babysits him while I send a letter off by courier; how women of all ages stop and offer advice; how shopkeepers get involved in my choice of baby cereal. It doesn’t annoy me somehow.
- The food. Knowing I can get cheap, safe food almost anywhere for a Wee One is a real help for a mum like me who likes to be on the move. Also, given that we’re surrounded by relatives and friends, we keep having delicious stuff everywhere. Separate meals are cooked for him, lovely sinful stuff.
- The CAINS! Rahul is train-mad and when I say mad, I mean he’ll forget all his woes if only somebody will show him something “cain”-related. Given that we live within easy access to the local railway (the line goes just behind us), the Metro (a short drive away) and the tramline (again, short drives away), he couldn’t be a better place to indulge in his obsession.
- The history. Personal and impersonal. Cal has so much I want to share with my son one day. Not just the building where his father got stinking drunk and proposed to me but also the building where his Babu lived as a little girl, the schools and colleges his parents went to, the place where his Grandfather Niyogy built a company… where does one stop? It’s the city where Grandfather Roy directs people using eateries as road signs, where Jimmamaashi and Tuamaashi pick up random toys for him, where R was born and it has the first home he had. Add to all this the historical wealth Cal has that has nothing to do with Rahul's family...
- The language. This is the one place where a Ghoti can marry a Bangal and this equation still be in comfortable balance. Because you have equal numbers of people speaking both Bengalis! Also, if, as is likely, he grows up here, he will be in touch with Bengali literature as I never have been. And I’ve always wanted to be, because it seems so rich.