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No Good Deed Goes Unpunished — Loving My Mom Version
Sharing space and life together
My mother loves Indian music. I don’t.
Well, that’s not completely true. I like some of the purely instrumental stuff. I like the older film music — from the 1960s and 70s. It reminds me of my childhood, and the lyrics and music tend to be softer, sweeter, more elegant (I think). I also like some of the devotional music.
But I can’t stand modern Bollywood music. To me, that includes anything past about 1980.
Unfortunately, I recently found a cache of old Hindi music CDs that I gave to my mother. By old, I mean from the 1990s and 2000s. Still way too annoying for me, but Mom was delighted.
She asked if she could play them in our shared living area, so she could sit comfortably in her chair and hear the music while she read. Of course I said yes. I wanted to make Mom happy.
But then I regretted it!
Because I can only take this type of music in limited doses. And Mom wanted to hear all of them, one after the other, on an adventure of discovery. Which I loved to see, even while the cause of her joy — the modern Indian music — drove me crazy.
Part of the problem is Mom needs to play it louder than I like because her hearing is…
