The paris she saw…

…was beautiful, awesome and sexy. Just like she is, I’d say πŸ˜‰ And by “she”, I mean my mother πŸ™‚

She went to Paris with my brother, to attend his convocation.Β  Amma’s never been out of India before, so I found it pretty amazing that her very first international trip was straight to Paris!

πŸ™‚ Fantastique, n’est-ce pas?! πŸ™‚

Right from my earliest memories, Amma has only sacrificed — be it a chocolate, be it the last piece of her favourite fish fry, be it a chance to buy that lovely sari, be it a chance to indulge, be it a shopping-for-self treat, be it a good night’s sleep…you name it, and she HAS sacrificed it: either for me, or for my brother, or for dad, or for her mom, or for her siblings or their spouses/kids, or for her in-laws. For her, “me” and “I” was (and still is) after “you”, “them” and “they”.

So, when the brother got into ESTACA, Paris, to get his Masters in Spacecraft Engineering, both he and I knew that his convocation would be either at Paris, or at Southampton (his course was to be two years, the first year conducted at Paris, and the second at Southampton) — and we’d been planning since then, to ensure Amma gets to attend the convocation πŸ˜‰ Of course, we never told her this, since we didn’t want to get her hopes high.

It was only when we needed to make her sign for the Visa applications and stuff that it really sunk in, for her, that she was going to Paris. We were praying that the Visa would be alright and there would be no glitches. I also have a feeling one of us drugged Murphy, for there were absolutely no glitches! πŸ™‚

The few days before the trip, she was in a frenzy. “I feel weird, and I don’t know why…” she kept saying. We shopped for her — bought her a new pair of spectacles, new shoes, new dress… We taught her some basic French, though she insisted she’d respond with aΒ  “Khem cho” if anyone asked her “Comment allez vous?” πŸ˜› We told her to make sure no random frenchman would grab her and kiss her. We told her the ONLY food she’ll get in Paris would be “bouillabaisse” (this grossed her out!). You get the idea, right? πŸ˜€

The way her face lit up every time we said “Yay! You’re going to Paris”, was one of the most wonderful things! πŸ™‚ On May 23, Amma and my brother set off to Paris.

She had an awesome time at Paris.

The convocation was a small, private affair with just the students and their two guests each, on a cruise boat that went cruising along the Siene river from 7 – 11 pm πŸ™‚Β  Dressed in traditional Indian attire, she apparently stole the limelight and had quite a few fans πŸ˜‰

A proud moment

A proud moment

She was made to walk all over the city by my brother, so that she could take in the Parisian streets, houses and shops. She got on to the Paris Metro, and almost got mugged by a french belle and a boyefriend πŸ˜‰ She named the Arc de Triomphe her very own “gate”, like the India Gate :D. She felt the Louvre was too big, and there was too much walking to do — and all this, to see a lot of nude statues πŸ˜€ Funniest of all, she felt the Monalisa was too small, for the whole world to kick up such a huge hype about her! ROFLMAO! She loved the Moulin Rouge, but the sex shops on both sides of the street freaked her out. She was glad to see that the women were all fully and well-dressed, and there was no public display of affection that an Indian woman could not handle with dignity. LOL. “The movies are all a load of fakeness πŸ™„ “, she said.

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We had planned the trip such that the return would be via Doha, Qatar, where her two sisters and family live. So, two birds at one shot: she went to Paris, and she went to Doha as well.

On early 4 June morning, Amma came home beaming with joy, was welcomed by an exuberant Pumbaa and had many tales to tell. I’d have loved to go o Paris too — but I’m much, much, MUCH MORE HAPPIER knowing Amma could go, see and enjoy a place she never even dreamt of going to.

Γ€ bientΓ΄t, folks πŸ™‚

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44 thoughts on “The paris she saw…

  1. Firsttttttttttt πŸ™‚

    Oh blesss .. I can imagine .. I can imagine .. you know the first time my mum was to to come to UK he he he we were so bad pulling her leg and saying what if someone says this to you , how you got to respond and this and that…

    I cant see the First pic .. 😦

    and the slide show WOWO.. Mum looks very happy and the surroundings look even better with her in the pic .. and Well done to you all who gave her such happiness.. GOd bless..

    and I am sure your mum had lot of fun and she will alwyas rememebr this .. Maja Ma Cho …

    Bikram’s

  2. Oh my gosh. πŸ˜€ That was such a heartwarming post. I can imagine the smile on her face when she got to know of the upcoming trip. I am glad she had such a good time… Touche. πŸ˜€

  3. So so so so so sweet! Loved the post and all the pics! πŸ™‚
    Glad she had a great time!
    And wow. I always thought Spacecraft Engineering was something restricted to Sci-Fi books and movies. To think your bro actually did that! Wow! πŸ™‚

    • HheheheThanks girl! πŸ™‚
      She sure did.
      Yes, I swear. And now taht I’ve proofed and edited a few of his essays and thesis, I can safely say “I know rocket-science” πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

  4. Moto here..(take this comment as a P.S to “The paris she saw…”)

    For a starter, I’d say Amma (mother) looked beautiful, gorgeous, charming, stunning, awesome, sexy, hot and what not? And so I wouldn’t wonder why she got a hell lot of comments in admiration from a lot of people around,-my friends, acquaintances and even strangers!

    We were all gathered on the ship deck celebrating, sipping champagne, when a senior professor (almost equally stunning, awesome, sexy, hot and what not) called me and commented “Your mother looks so pretty and stunning in the Sari”. I could see heads turn around (not sure if it was hearing the comment or if it was) to find the “stunning and pretty” lady.
    I felt elated.
    I felt proud.
    I bet she would have been on cloud number nine, if she heard it directly from the professor (which I reckon she did, some time later πŸ™‚ )

    Later, while dining, we were seated with a colleague and his parents around the table, and was busy exchanging cultural ties (American-Japanese-Indian), when his mother said “your traditional attire may not have looked so beautiful if it was not wrapped around such a ravishing beauty”. Amma was busy digging into the salmon laid on her plate, when this comment happened and I felt like I saw an appreciative smile on Amma’s face. πŸ™‚ . I felt so happy to know that she was enjoying everything. (except the salmon, of course!)
    I felt elated.
    I felt proud.

    During one of our explorations of Paris, I took her to “her very own gate” the Arc de Triomphe. And when she wanted me along with her in front of “her very own gate” I asked a tourist couple if they would mind taking a picture of us using our camera (luckily they were english). They did take a nice picture which I readily thanked them for. In return the lady said, pointing at Amma “Its not my talent, its the subject. She is too beautiful”
    I doubt, if Amma heard the comment, but nevertheless Amma was gleaming all through her first Parisian day out.

    Thanks (in the order of millions of billions) to ‘Scorpria’ and her husband, For without their initiative and help these memories would not have ever happened. And of all the pictures my sister has embedded in this blog, I love the ones with Amma in front of Moulin Rouge and Sacre-Coeur. Oh how she stole the show!

    It is an honour to have seen Amma enjoy Paris and see her smile at all the comments she got a chance to hear, much more than the personal pride/honour felt when getting awarded a Spacecraft degree. πŸ˜€

    But the greatest honour is: I am her son!

  5. Priya, I loved this..totally !!!! πŸ™‚ Amma looks stunning in all the pics like TOTALLY ! …gosh. she must hv been a college beauty n all in the past right?? hehehhe…and i loved ur bro’s post too…so touching !!!

    And hey, I cant see the very first pic 😦

    Waiting for many more such lovely , hearttouching posts frm you gurl πŸ™‚ Hugg!

  6. lol @ drugged Mruphy , random man grabbing and kissing πŸ˜‰

    lovely pictures…and your mum is beautiful πŸ™‚

    congratulations on bro’s convocation πŸ™‚

  7. Your Mom’s so beautiful! And she looks so happy being there πŸ™‚ It feels so good when you can do something – even a small little bit to the parents na? It gives as much happiness as we going there ourselves – well – atleast almost!

  8. How wonderful! Both the post and the pics.I love the idea of the convocation on a cruise boat. Totally cool.

    Oh yes, can you please tell me how you drugged Murphy? I need to figure this out soon.

    • Thanks πŸ™‚ Hehe — yes, she gives me all complexes πŸ˜›
      Hehehe — yes, thts my fav pic! πŸ™‚ Lol, tips? Hehehe…she’d be glad to get a prey. Coz I never follow any of the tips she gives πŸ˜€

    • Yes, I remember reading in some post that she was thr. Initially in fact, when we couldnt arrange tehir accomodation, I thought I’d ask you if she was still there — and burden her with my folks πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ Then I figured the 2 years might’ve been up πŸ˜€

      Anyways, Murphy got drugged, so accomodation was OK soon.

      Thanks, I’ll tell her that πŸ˜‰

  9. OMG, she is drop-dead-gorgeous πŸ™‚ No wonder she stole the limelight πŸ™‚ Proud moment for her and for you, not just on the convocation, but about what fine human beings you and your brother have turned out to be πŸ™‚

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