*The World's Toughest Job* 24x7x365 work with no breaks. No holidays. No salary. This is just the glimpse of what is the world's toughest job. Yes, toughest. And all of us undermine it. Moms, or mothers (being honorific) do that job, the toughest job. I was led to write on this issue after I saw an ad which went viral on facebook. I even posted it on my wall, got a couple of likes and comments. One of them wrote: "Awww". Frankly, that's the only non-lexical filler I could utter after watching the video. So; after the video, my mind started a slideshow of all things my mom did for me. Staying awake for consecutive nights when I was sick, bearing the brunt of my father's anger when I did wrong, wiping off my s#it and throw-up (I was too young back then). And now I scold her shouting, "Mom! You don't understand!". Don't understand what? She understood my emotions when I was nothing but a bag of flesh and bones who only uttered meaningless sounds! But that is different, right? The slideshow continued. She was there at the best times of my life. When I scored distinction in my board exams, when I got placed in Goldman Sachs, and when I was out of home for a 2-night camp. She was there at the worst times of my life also, when I scored amazingly low in IITJEE and CAT. Of course even Dad was with me all along (certainly not undermining his role). But yes, somewhere I have a special place for my mom. They say, you don't understand things fully if you can't express them in words. Well, I can't understand my mom. She gives me all that paneer sabzi and I happily gorge on it. Then does she come with chapatti and pickle. I ask her, "why?", referring to the paneer sabzi. She replies, "Oh, I know you like paneer so much. Moreover, I am fine with pickle". I highly doubt if I'd do the same if I were at her place. Self-less is the least virtuous word you can use to describe her. Then I look out of the window, and see mothers everywhere. A cow feeding it's calf, a bird feeding her offspring with the pre-digested food, a day laborer toiling full day and getting her son a 5-star. Words fail me beyond that. I wish I could tell the entire universe that my mom is the best! No, not 'my' mom. Every mom is the best! My soul shouted, "Maaa!". The cow mooed along with me. I was muttering to myself these words when I fell asleep over the couch, with a bag of pop-corn in hand and a laptop over my belly. I wake up the other day -- in my bedroom, with the pop-corn bag emptied in an air-tight container, and the laptop neatly kept charging (with the lid on and the keyboard covered, lest dust should fall). I smirked, magic does exist. -V.k. Dadhich