For whoever is Bengali and reads this blog..please skip this post
SnS (I just have to read her blog for ideas) talks about how she scares her sweet adorable twins *Gives stern look to SnS* with ‘Othai Kanna’ – One eyed guy ..if they do any masti
in my case, its ‘Maago’ Imagine saying ‘M-A-A-A-A-G-O-O-O-O’ in a scary loud voice with eyes opened wide and hair all around your face *Shudders*
you wouldnt want to meet me in the Maago way…I am sure you will get scared
but well, R is my daughter, she has grown up for 9 months in my tummy and on my milk, so the chances of her getting scared with that ‘maago’ face of mine is a little less..guess she thinks all mothers look like me 😉
so maago is my othai kanna../
Now what/who is Maago
When RM was a little nice sweet girl…what? dont laugh…I was a little sweet nice girl
she would go to her mama’s house every year…with nine children (no my parents had only me and bro – the rest were my three mamas-mamis ka children) my middle mami was assigned with the job of feeding us with curd rice and pickles at 2 in the afternoon after a short nap
now I dont know whether this happens in every tambram household, but one elder member of the family used to make all the children sit around in a round, bring a BEEEGGG tapela of curd rice and some sambhar/pickles/curry and then the kids had to extend their hand one by one making a small curve (concave eh some engineering words remembered) and then the rice would be put in the hand, a small hole would be made by the giver of rice and either sambhar/pickles/curry (we had a choice phew! at least in that!) would be put in the hole and we would eat it
Now some kids were pakkis (read RM) and some where non pakkis (Read RM’s bro now known as RMB on the blog)
So even after mami finished a round of nine kids, RMB would be holding the food in his hand..and mami would scream ‘Maago, vaaaaa’ (Maago, come) and thats it RMB would be the fastest eater i n the world gulping down his curd rice faster than PT Usha almost winning that Bronze medal at the Olympics
The ‘maago’ made us do a lot of things, eat curd rice, stop whispering to each other in the night when we all slept together, stop us from sneaking bournvita or ghee from the kitchen..and what not
Maago worked like magic..with a set of 9 notorious kids, I am sure many an adults blessed ‘maago’ for being there…and no one in the family ever explained what ‘maago’ was all about
then I married RD and had R whom I had to scare of course…intially RD was perplexed with my usage of ‘maago’ to scare a child..and he was like what is this…he explained to me what maago actually meant..
I mean, I always thought this maago was a scary person with big eyes and hair all around the face (why is this sounding familiar to me!!!)
But actually ‘maago’ means the ‘Mother’ in Bengali…
The beggars in Calcutta earlier (?) used to go around the streets in the afternoon screaming ‘maago, maago’ asking for alms which was apparently a scary noise to a little kid
But mami being the brilliant person, managed to convert the word into a scary person who would pick us up..
and then I became a mother to a stubborn child who is only scared of …guess what?
and the tradition continues 🙂