Bangaramma, O, Bangaramma !!! Chanaagidhiyaa? Artha Aagitthaa ?? 🤣 🤣

This is our dearest, but sometimes not so dearest, and at times painfully dearest, Bangaramma, of our 'Terrace Garden Complex', in The Cyber-City & Garden-City Of Bangalore ) 🤣

Dearest Bangaramma

Dearest Bangaramma

My hobby once in a while, every now & then, in the early morning hours of sacred Brahma Muhoortham, is to land up in Amma's place, wake her up from her slumber, and offer a few  Seva-Sushrusaas (  सेवा-सुश्रुषा ) to her Divine Self, to cheer her up from her gloomy mood. 🤣

I brew a cup of piping hot tea for her, along with a piping hot filter coffee for my own terribly thirsty self. Coffee for me at Amma's place in the morning is a must, as otherwise she outrightly refuses to gulp down the tea, offered to her, all alone greedily, to quench her morning thirst.

And I also boil a Milton Flask, full of equally piping hot water for my dear mom's whole day's consumption. Even in these summers, she wants to keep away from cold water, however tempting be the idea. Then I make Navadanya Kanjee & sometimes the terribly repulsive Oats Kanjee for her breakfast and keep it aside carefully, preserving the heat for her 8 o'clock consumption.

This is followed by filling up a few kitchen containers, with fresh water from the Water Purifier, installed in the kitchen, by her favourite, kid daughter Vijee. This again is followed by the boiling of freshly home deliverd morning milk, by the noisiest local Raju milkman, and other tit bits of miscelleneous jobs, calling for my immediate attention. Most of these miscelleneous jobs, which are plenty in the house, Amma's pet kid, Vijee does. Besides, pet kid Vijayalakshmi Radhakrishnan is also Amma's Warren Buffet, Rakesh Jhunjhunwaala, on call any time of the day, and any time of the night. 🤣 🤣

Not that I do all these chores everyday for my mother dear. I keep doing all these chores, every now & then, to show dear Bangaaramma ( her caretaker at night), that she shouldn't be disillusioned, that she can take any harsh liberties with the old lady, thinking her to be all alone in the house, which the old lady definitely is not, with four hulky, bulky kids, to take care of her multidisciplinary requirements. 🤣

Bangaramma is a sweet thing, with utmost dedication, but a total NUT, who goes raving bonker, every now & then as her most favourite pastime. Besides, staying with old people, any day, anytime, will drive anyone half mad, including the so called evolved Aatmaas of Planet Earth. And as expected, dear Bangaaramma is no exception to this rule.

Bangaaramma was extremely fond of my father, during his earthly existence, and she's been an employee of our Terrace Garden, since the past 25 years of its existence. She couldn't bear to see my extremely old father, carrying vegetables, fruits, and provisions, from the shops near Terrace Garden Gate, and would immediately snatch the bags from his old hands, to deliver the bags comfortably at his residence. Sometime, she even used to hold dear Appa's hand, to give him some support, whenever she found him weak, on his way back home, from the nearby HDFC bank, Big Bazaar, Food World, and the rest. And Appa always cheered up the helpful creature with some tips, from his antique shirt pockets.

This is the reason, why dear Bangaaramma has become an important part of our household, after Appa's departure to the other world, with all her NUTTY behaviour, and dear Viji is reluctant most of the time, to throw her out. And we do feel, it would be an immature, unwise decision.

Touch wood !!! The noisiest Bangaramma is unusually healthy, and has only Raagee Modde for her two meals, morning & evening, prepared only & only, by her daughter Lakshmi. She refuses to sip, even a few drops of tea in the morning, which normally every human in the world does. If Raagee Modde is unavailable, Bangaaramma goes on a fasting, with Gandhi like Sathyaagraham. 

Whole day, she enjoys the fresh cool breeze outdoors, working in the apartment complex, cleaning the garden, preparing organic manure for the plants, with our kitchen wastes, garden wastes, etc. 

Shouldn't all of us learn the beautiful art of living outdoors, with Mother Nature, and enjoy sound health, with vim, vigour & vitality, like our dear Bangaramma??? This is next to impossible, as for us, the so called intellectuals, Computers, TVs, X-Box, Playstations, & ACs are far far far more important in life, than the blissful outdoor activities.

Here is the picture of our dearest Bangarramma, in her full form, busy cleaning the dry leaves, in the garden of Terrace Garden, with perhaps an imported broom in her hand. 🤣🤣

 

The Great Bangaramma of ours, herself looks like an imported piece, from the transcendental world of Swarga Loka, Indra Loka, Brahma loka, Satya Loka, Tapoloka, Varuna Loka, Shiva Loka, Vaikuntha Loka, and last but not the least, even Yama Loka. : )

Ancient Hinduism believes, in infinite numbers of 'Planes of Existence' (Lokas)', in the creation of 'All-Pervading Great God', all interwoven inside one another. The above mentioned Lokas, are some of these Planes, in the Cosmos (प्रपञ्चं / ब्रह्माण्डं ). The same Lokas are known as Parallel Universes, Multi Universes etc in the language of Modern Science. Different Planes are believed to be made up of vibrations of different frequencies, extending upto Infinity, the unreachable number, without a beginning, without an end. The Great Hinduism treats INFINITY, as the definition of God.

Now, let's come to Bangaaramma, where we started. For my mother, Bangaramma, is indeed a TERROR. : ) But, my dearest mother, does require such a deadly disciplinarian as a caretaker, in the silent, darkness of night, to keep her gloomy SELF, alive & kicking, active and dynamic, brimming with infinite life-force (The Great Prana of the Yogic Science of Hinduism) 🤣🤣

Bangaramma will truly get merged with Brahma Loka, if I tell her, that I've given her 'Wide Media Coverage', Globally. Poor thing, I really wish, she were literate. She is very intelligent & street-smart, but unfortunately, became a widow very early in life, with two tiny kids, two daughters. She stays now, with her two married daughters & her grandchildren, doing her best for them, in her own small ways.

Let me wish this self-made SOUL "All The Very Best In Life", for her immense courage & independent spirit. And I wish, she becomes a role model to women like Amma, who have lived a very secure life, all through, and never knew what is INDEPENDENCE & what is CONFIDENCE.

So Long Mala