Myself Kamalamma from Kunjibettu, Karnataka.
What to tell, today morning The Mister is bringing the newspaper inside the house and saying, Oho, it is our Kamala!
And I am going into shock-like mode.
Kamalamma is coming in newspaper? That also in front page? Arre baapre!
How I am looking in photo? Sari is proper, or stomach is showing? Grey hair can be seen? What about smile? Oh I am forgetting that smile is not seen with mask and all!
But anyway, these all are small questions. More important million dollar question is what Kamalamma has done to come in front page of newspaper!
Maybe neighbour has told reporter of nice smells coming from my kitchen? Or that auto rickshaw driver is telling someone how I am fighting like Rani Chennamma because he is not putting meter? Or maybe journalist has seen me drying 120 papads on terrace? In hot sun. All by myself! Who knows, nowadays journalists are everywhere with zoom cameras and sting operation.
All these thoughts are running like Super fast Rajdhani Express in my mind and I am quickly wiping my hands on The Mister’s lungi which is drying on clothes line and rushing to take paper from him.
Tchah! What to tell! It is not Kamala from Kunjibettu in front page of newspaper. It is some other Kamala from Chennai. It seems she is becoming next Vice President of America.
Full disappointment but I am not showing that to The Mister. I am giving Mona Lisa like smile and saying, good good at least one Kamala is becoming famous.
Then I am reading full article and it seems all this is happening because Kamala’s mother went to US when she was 19 years to study or something it seems.
So much advance thinking I say!
All such things possible only with Indian mothers. And fathers also of course. Our Indian parents are thinking much in advance for their children. Full planning of child’s future is taking place before 9 months is completed in womb itself or maybe even before.
As soon as Good News is confirmed parents are running to astrologers to check if child will become doctor or engineer.
After that, next option is becoming Sachin Tendulkar or PV Sindhu. When these two are becoming famous all parents are so excited. Before buying Johnsons baby powder they are buying cricket bat and badminton racket. After that, every second they are alert, to see which one baby is touching first.
And they are so proud when child is hitting sixer and boundary and breaking other people’s bedroom window. But even if all windows are broken along with our heads how to shout at them? Because who knows! What if they become another Tendulkar? Afterwards in their autobiography 100% they will tell full story how one Kamalamma from their neighbourhood confiscated their ball and chased them down the road with their own bat.
Abbabba! Don’t want like this kind of fame.
Now maybe this Kamala Harris from Chennai is becoming next target for our parents. Some smart person will start coaching class to train our children how to become Mayor, Senator and all!
Now I am telling The Mister we should go around our town and take selfie with all children going abroad for higher studies.
Who knows in future which one will become next Sundar Pichai or Satya Nadella?
Or even the next President of US!
If my mother had gone to America that time only like Kamala’s mother Shyamala, then maybe I had little chance.
Now too late. Only option for Kamalamma is becoming President of Mahila Mandal, Udupi Branch.