My Very Own Step-Mom Moment « The Unsung Psalm

My Very Own Step-Mom Moment

July 11, 2009 at 3:07 pm | In Dream, Family, Maa | 52 Comments
Tags: Dream, Family, Maa

So we were in one of our regular arguments, yesterday and suddenly Maa absolutely shocked me when, in a very non-chalant tone, she admitted…

“Well, I didn’t have any problem accepting you as my own child, when I got married to your father.”

There were several reasons why I thought that was peculiar.

So she didn’t have any trouble accepting me as her own child, which implied that I was an offspring from my father’s earlier marriage. But there was no mention of her coming to terms with accepting my elder sister as her own child. Implying that my elder sister was her own child, meaning that my folks had her well before they got married and well before my dad and his earlier wife conceived me. Which would make my dad a pretty rotten man.
She qouted my biological mother’s name as “Sukhan Lata” or something like that. As far as I know him, my dad would never marry a woman who was called “Sukhan Lata” (in the late 20th century) and I too would refuse to be born to a woman by that name.
After the sensational proclamation, she went on to say something about being so accepting that she went on to have a third child with him, and avoided having a fourth out of financial considerations. Now in my 21 years of survival, I haven’t known a second sibling. So any talk of avoiding bearing a fourth child (for whatever reason) in the absence of a third would mean that either both my parents were mathematically impaired or that I was in some very ludicrous dream.

I decided it was the latter so I began attempting to break out of that environment into a more realistic one. I wasn’t successful, so I resigned myself to the fact that my beloved mother was a step mother, that I was born out of wed-lock and that I had a second sibling that I cannot see, and a fourth wasn’t born because of the invisible third.

Soon enough though, I did awake and was thankful to realise none of it was true. Phew!

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Hee hee… it’s amazing, the stuff one ends up dreaming about!

Comment by DewdropDream — July 11, 2009 #

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- Ain’t it!!
  
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When i got the header in the rss feed i was first shocked !!! either this was true or u were fooling around so without even bothering to read anything i went to the last line and then i said Phew!! no one should get such a shocker……:()

Comment by v — July 11, 2009 #

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- I tried to phrase it that way
  
  Comment by unsungpsalm — July 11, 2009 #
  
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DREAMS DREAMS

Comment by v — July 11, 2009 #

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ROFL …
You dreamt all this ?
Pt. 2 – is hilarious !!
Complete DQ you are !! :p

Comment by BlueMist — July 11, 2009 #

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- I did
  
  It was rather dramatic, I confess!
  
  Comment by unsungpsalm — July 11, 2009 #
  
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  - I must say you dream about interesting things . for example BD, hats and now this drama
    unlike mine where I dream about bomb-blasts and murders
    
    Comment by BlueMist — July 11, 2009 #
    
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    - Oh ouch! That’s positively frightening, BM!
      
      Comment by unsungpsalm — July 11, 2009 #
      
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      - I know
        Thankfully I don’t recall a single thing from the dreams when morning comes !!
        
        Comment by BlueMist — July 11, 2009 #
        
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cheah~ Apalah, bikin complicated and headache only. :p

Comment by Freedom09 — July 11, 2009 #

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- Errr…. huh?
  
  Comment by unsungpsalm — July 11, 2009 #
  
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Oh i love this evil smiley .. cute it is
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Comment by BlueMist — July 11, 2009 #

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- I never knew of it! Wow!
  
  Comment by unsungpsalm — July 11, 2009 #
  
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Gosh – you are such a drama-mama!!!

Comment by Alan — July 11, 2009 #

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- I write what I see, sir. I write what I see.
  
  But if anyone here works on a gossip mag, you should totally hire me
  
  Comment by unsungpsalm — July 11, 2009 #
  
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  - or may be you can be a drama-chacha
    
    Comment by BlueMist — July 11, 2009 #
    
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    - I sometimes worry that I won’t be allowed around my nephews and nieces if I’m like that
      
      Comment by unsungpsalm — July 11, 2009 #
      
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      - Instead i am sure they will love you to death for most entertaining bed time stories…
        Are you good at children’s stories btw ? Attempted any time ?
        
        Comment by BlueMist — July 12, 2009 #
        
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        I like drama-chacha Very cool – you should officially consider yourself ordained a Drama-Chaha – by the Church of Unending Relentless Doom, Disaster and Catastrophe@
        
        Comment by Alan — July 12, 2009 #
        
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        You guys don’t realise it but you’re actually becoming a bit mean over here —> <—-
        
        But I do say, wherever can one find that Church you speak of??
        
        Comment by unsungpsalm — July 12, 2009 #
        
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        *BlueMist
        
        Oh, I don’t recall :S
        Gawd, my memory is awful.
        
        I think I tried telling a story to a 30-year old once (who reads this blog, btw )
        
        But to little kids? Maybe sometime long ago… But I’m sure I can totally do it! Will adopt a nice English accent too, to give it the Enid Blyton feel
        
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        Ahem …
        But I am sure your little new niece is gonna like this cool “drama-chacha”
        and btw you are too sweet to be mean with you !!
        
        Comment by BlueMist — July 12, 2009 #
        
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        Again, I home they realise that! But scan my blog archives for posts about them, and you’ll see that they don’t think very much of me!
        
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ah unsung unsung. such a dearie aren’t you

fear not though, you dont have to bear the DQ tag all alone.

Once I (with another friend) managed to convince my best friend (of 2 years then) that i was adopted, and that my parents bought me off a fisher woman in Goa. We had a hearty laugh and wrapped up the day and went our seperate ways; Only to realise after 6 WHOLE months that she still thought i was adopted!
now thats a real shocker isnt it.
PS i dont have to type evil grin anymore

you and your posts bring out the worst in me

Comment by Meghana — July 11, 2009 #

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- Oh my god, that’s hysterical!! However did you manage something like that
  I wouldn’t have been able to keep a straight face…
  
  And of all the things, bought off a fisherwoman… In GOA! Someone’s got class, I must say
  
  So she STILL thinks you’re adopted?
  
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  - i owe the best trick i ever pulled off to my friend ofcourse
    we thought she was laughing because she realised it was a joke
    But she was laughing at the goan-fisherwoman part!
    
    the awesome-est part was the 6-months-later revelation, when we got to know and told her it was a joke.
    Man did i laugh that day or what !!
    
    BTW i was born in Goa
    and i grew up along the coast,
    the whole sun-sand-wine deal *smug*
    
    come hither all you mere mortals born elsewhere
    
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    - Oh you bitch.
      
      So you’re telling me that she was LAUGHING at the fact that your Mum is a Goan fisher-woman??? That’s so mean! :O
      (Okay no, I got what you meant… I’m not THAT dense…
      
      or AM I?)
      
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      - You REALLY want to know what i think after the comment fiasco on my blog, i dont think you do
        
        Its all oh-so-interesting! whatever would i do without this sun-burst-orange-splash fun!
        
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        Comment fiasco?
        You really DO live in a little world of your own! I have no idea what you speak of…
        
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        oooooo yeah baby
        
        and dont you love it
        dont say that is debatable now. i know you do
        
        <3 <3
        
        Comment by Meghana — July 12, 2009 #
        
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        If I can’t say that, I have nothing left to say…
        
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Filmy….very filmy

Comment by Pesto Sauce — July 11, 2009 #

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- I agree
  
  Comment by BlueMist — July 11, 2009 #
  
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  - Fine, fine… I’m a drama queen yada yada yada
    
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Whoa…I was confused after the third line…who isn’t, on a saturday night after liquor takes over !
Such complicated dreams! Think of tall-dark-handsome hunks re!

Comment by Meira — July 11, 2009 #

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- Sigh! I’m the only one who’s not getting any fun this Saturday night
  
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ROFL
Trust you to cook up such stories….your nieces and nephews will be sent to you for bed-time stories I am sure!!

Comment by Saima — July 11, 2009 #

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- I swear I didn’t cook up even ONE word! Exactly as it happened, with all those very thoughts!
  
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LOL… I used to have such misgivings when I was 10 and I was teased about how I was found in a nullah near our house, had been picked up by my mom who bathed me and scrubbed me so hard that I became so fair I believed all of it!

Comment by D — July 12, 2009 #

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- Oh, Lol! Those stories are such fun!! You fell for it? For how long?
  
  And what’s with this entire obsession behind fairness?
  
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“LOL”, “ROFL” and “LMFAO” fail to do justice to the gales of laughter this story incited in me. I have probably woken up the whole house.

Comment by Firebolt — July 12, 2009 #

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- I’m going to say to you what Barkha Dutt once said to me…
  
  “Thanks… that’s sweet.”
  
  As you may or may not recall, it made my heart melt and made me jump in total ecstasy, so I hope I’ve given you reason for an encore of your performance that your folks were treated to, last night…
  
  … or not :S
  
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phew! you got me doing a lot of math out there …..only to go pop!

Comment by Just call me A — July 12, 2009 #

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- Heh! But I’m sure you’re awesome at math, so you shouldn’t complain over elementary calculations!
  
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that was frighteningly funny… o whatever!

Comment by Rani — July 13, 2009 #

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- *Toothy smile and *Blink Blink* *
  
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haha…. dreams dreams…. according to Freud, dream’s are result of our desire which we try to suppress. Did you really want a step mom or ya wanted to act in some dramatic soap opera hehehe???

hell, if i decide to make a movie, i will hire you as a script writer… definitely…

you are a hell of drama king (DK, ops! it’ my name lol )

Comment by Dark Knight — July 13, 2009 #

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- Oh wee, that should be fun!
  But I swear, it was all true!!!
  
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  - u don’t have to swear i know
    Ops, i think i was banned from this blog
    
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GOD! I’m still dumbfounded..
You are just toooo much!!!

Comment by Swats — July 14, 2009 #

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- You guys make it sound like I was making it up :S
  
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