MOM – A strong support

MOM is resonant of a support system during all times, however high or low one feels. She has been so for me as well! A complete symbol of strength that has always left me to decide what I wanted and preferred. There has never been a pick on my grades or on my choice and never the pressure factor of ‘what next’?

I relate my upbringing with her, more so ‘by her’, not through the subjects we studied together but through the life’s precious values of morality and ethics. She used to relate to her Moral Sciences classes back at school and we used to wonder if the current syllabus is anywhere near it, though far reached in the technology arena, it still has got to improve when it comes to Moral Sciences and Life’s Lessons. Our rational thinking and reasoning based outlook definitely needs to be a forerunner to the current day rocket and planet science! Technological advancements have moved us higher in the life’s standards, materialistically to quantify, but to qualify; we still should need the very basic values of life – empathy, sympathy, compassion, integrity, love, affection, humanitarianism , to name a few.

Many a time it leaves me with wonder if my mom did take a right step or not so right one, since, in the present e-era, there is no much time for anyone for show casing of values against each other. It has become not a rat race, but a nano race for cutting edge of aptitude. How do we measure our cutting edge attitude? Remains to be a million dollar quest!

Time ticks and it was still ticking in its own pace when it was time for my under grad. Engineering Entrance exam did go by well and it made me realize the bond I shared with my mom and vice versa. The decision of joining a University away from home came from me owing to its reputation. My mom stuck by my side of the choice as always and did not say a word thinking that would hurt her daughter.

It also made me realize a global factor on education. Wherever it is given the studious or the sincere most will continue to be so irrespective of the reputation of the school or its staff members. Subjects remain the same. Quality remains the same; it’s the package that comes through to us that differs. It’s the arena in which we learn differs.

There was again this decision change of visiting the NIT and hence I joined the regional university, Andhra University College of Engineering having known its quality and top most positions amongst Indian Universities. My mother seemed to have been happier than I was and Dad too stood by my decision without reservations or second thoughts.

The day dawns when my mom had to leave me in the college hostel.. Wait till the dawn brightens 🙂

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MOM – Resilience personified

The ultimate goal of living a life of togetherness between two people, who are different in their thoughts, opinions, way of articulating situations, values of life, way of living, commitment to adjust with others; is to find the inner meaning of a relationship that’s eternal, a relationship that pronounces two individuals as bonded through the institution of marriage. It is very easy to break and withdraw cash from a fixed deposit, but the years of recurring that has gone into this fixed account is invaluable when compared to the final cash on hand. So is the relationship between a husband and a wife. A mere law could give a formal / legal separation, but the years of bonding in keeping it together is certainly not worth a rash second of a separation thought.

After two years of successful marriage, my mom gave birth to the girl who is narrating it to you now! Yes, the one and only me! Along with me, they also had a baby boy, my younger brother that made the family a complete one. If you feel that’s complete enough, we all did not! There was another bundle of joy to decorate these relationships – that’s Juicy, our pet dog! She joined after 2 years of my brother’s birth and was watched by everyone, especially mom,who looked after her just as an individual member of the family. One of my fondest memories is of my mom feeding my baby brother and Juicy with baby food – cereal during the nights when they both used to cry and then make them sleep one on each side of my mom and dad and alternate after a while. It was a perfect home.

My MOM’s love has always been like an oceanlimitless and endless with her patience level reaching for the skies. She has learned to be resilient and independent over the years. She knows to paint, design dresses, a perfect chef in all aspects – being a master of everything that she learns and practices – has always been with utmost interest, satisfaction, perfection and enthusiasm. My grandmother will definitely have the sigh of relief of upbringing her daughter in a way that has been always revered!

Anything that’s going so well will also be tested by the Supreme. When I was around 7-8 years, a strong wave hit us to test. Mom was diagnosed with Typhoid, Malaria and a brain fever, when we were too young to understand the situation. She gradually recovered over a month and we were relieved that she will be home with all of us. Grandmother took care of us when mom was away. When we feel dreadful about the situation we were into, my MOM constantly resonated on the faith that nothing can take us away from her. A mom gives everything in the world when it comes to loving her children unconditionally. Realizing that mothers are the living goddess on earth as the Supreme blessed the Mother Earth with!

As our mothers spend time with us, it becomes equally our responsibility, especially as we grow up, to spend quality time with them. Giving back a portion of unconditional love to our parents can exceptionally bring in flowery moments between the families. It is never too late to extend a warm hug to our MOM and just whisper in her ears that you too love her..!..

MOM and DAD – The Knot’s Essence!

Marriage is an enriching experience where two families get together, not just the bride and the groom, but everyone, heart of heart and mind in mind, bridging the differences into one integrated family! Integrated families do see separation soon after the occasion since it’s the Hindu tradition of having the bride leave her home and enter her other parents (in-laws) home. My MOM being no exception did carry the heavy heart of leaving her mom alone when luckily her brother pitched in to stay with his mom along with his wife. My DAD received posting in a remote village which was reachable only through the waters and not by road.

MOM and DAD decided to stay apart till the time DAD could get either a permanent posting or in a location where regular life is accessible.  Though it was staying apart for the bride and the groom, the bride, of course my MOM had to stay with her in-laws. There have always been dreadful pictures of life after marriage and how the relationship and understanding levels are way too different between the various law-relationships! MOM being a symbol of compromise dedicated herself to the commitment of adjustment and reciprocation to her “new” but “very own” family!

I for one have always questioned MOM for being a personification of patience and compromise, and her answer always amuses me – “whenever I think of doing or thinking something that’s against the people of the house, my MOM comes to my mind”. Both the praises and the blame game goes to one’s MOM for upbringing the kid in our society, and my MOM was very particular on earning the best name for her MOM. The pair of eyes seems to hold an eternal bond of the twin pair and hence follows suite like that of the MOM-Daughter combo, I feel. The feelings of one will certainly influence the feelings of the other, in both the cases.

As Almighty listens who performs their duties without expecting any results: so did my MOM’s prayers were blessed. DAD got posting in an area that’s accessible to residential living and hence they decided to stay together. The couple kick started a new life, with all hopes, fun, pleasure, pain, understanding, misunderstanding, wishes, fancies, fantasies and the bond grew stronger with the new arrival into the family – THAT’s ME! Yay!

Every relationship gets purified and continues to stay afresh when the element of compromise and forgiveness is mixed together with love and affection. My MOM did tackle the relationships as how it needed to be even when DAD tried to take sides unknowingly (may be knowingly as well since at times its too hard to resist through a priority when it comes to relationships). One’s strength becomes another’s weakness and vice versa.

Let’s stick together with patience to see what’s in store for who in MY STORY called LIFE…

Mother’s Day – It’s Everyday….

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Today I want to take a break from my routine writings. As the world is set to celebrate the Mother’s day, I too would like to wish all the great mothers out there a very Happy Mother’s Day.. For me, as a child of a wonderful mother, everyday is a mother’s day though.. 🙂

When I sat on my couch thinking what should I write about my mother.. A question hit my mind. The question is Will I ever be able to write a great story or an epic which could be sweeter than the word “Mother”? Yes, the word “Mother” itself is a great epic which no other could ever beat.

As I could not write a story, I thought of singing a raga for her.. Again another question.. This time it is, Can I sing a better swara (music note) than the swara “Mother”? Isn’t it the Mother, who is the supreme swara for the song of my Soul?

While struggling about where to start and what to write.. The frame of the Almighty on my wall drew my attention. This time it’s a flow of questions and theories… Whether it is Lord Ganesha for the Hindus, or the Jesus for Christians, they too have their mothers. Even though they are Gods, they too were born by sharing an umbilical cord with their mothers. It is only a mother who can give birth to anyone. Doesn’t this mean that “Even a God must have been born from a mother’s Womb”? Then “a Mother who can only give birth to a God or to any other great mother, is THE GREATEST OF ALL”?

I think my quest is over. Finally, I found out what I should write.. I should write thanking my mom for everything..

Thank you mom.. Thank you for

                                Bringing me into this world by sharing your blood and flesh..

                                Teaching me to rise by holding my fingers..

                                Guiding me to walk in the right path always by correcting my wrong steps..

                                Searching me when you don’t hear me..

                                Wiping off my tears, when I cry..

                                Soothing me when I was in discomfort..

                                Helping me to find myself, when I was lost..

                                Blessing me to live for an eternity by saying “God Bless U”..

                                                It’s U my dear mom.. It’s U..

                                                Without U, there is no I..

                                                U r my mornings.. U r my evenings..

                                                U r my dusk.. U r my dawn..

                                                U r my success.. U r my defeat.

                                                       U r my name.. U r my fame…

                                                U r my happiness.. U r my sorrow..

                                                U r my best pal.. U r my best critique..

                                                U r my strength.. U r my weakness..

                                                U r my breath.. U r my expression..

                                                U r the happiness of my heart and mind..

                 On this Mother’s Day, what can I give my greatest mom other than saying that “If given a chance, will be born to her as the same child and always bow my head in front of her with utmost reverence”

I once again wish all the mothers A VERY HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY..

 

Thank you Sushma for the wonderful doodle.. 🙂 

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Life’s Bride – Groom Hunt

Yes, it’s time to reveal the story behind the divine knot that gave birth to this soul that you are very well acquainted with. It was when my mom’s mom was searching a groom for her daughter, that my dad’s dad was involved in extending the details of his search for a bride for his son. He did so to my uncle (eldest aunt’s husband) since they both shared the same ancestral village.

Grandfather got an opportunity to meet my mom during one of other aunt’s marriage which is when the right time bloom for the alliance talks. Though from a middle class background, each of the family members were in respectable positions; my dad in State Revenue Department with Grandmother  being a Government Teacher and Grandfather a Senior Technician in Andhra Pradesh Paper Mills. It was a typical South Indian natured alliance seeking and bride-groom hunting by both the sides when my uncle had discussed all the details to family members in order to take the first step of bride seeing ceremony when the groom’s side enriches themselves about the various questions they have of the bride and family. The authentic cultural phenomenon did in fact strike a chord with these two families as well.

Everyone’s soul was harmonious in having this match being endowed with the life’s best gift – marriage and so, wedding was on the cards being distributed amidst family and friends with full-fledged preparations. The wedding did see a major twist from one of the closest family members who had his own marriage booked on the day next to the one blocked by elders for my parents. The pressure on granny and all family members had been building up which in fact did not creep up in my mom’s mind and heart. When I have heard the incidents of my parent’s life, I have always revered, not Sita from Ramayan as the symbol of tolerance, but my own MOM.  The only thing that worried mom was her mom’s health and condition once after she gets married off.

The date April 6, 1988 dawned with my mom adorning her 21s and father, his 24s when the most surprising authenticity being my mom seeing her to-be husband’s face only on the day of marriage and not before. No, no photographs! No Skype connects! No Facebook! No WhatsApp! Just a word of mouth from her uncle and mom that the groom’s family’s character is as precious as a gem! Are we to thank those times or to blame the current exposure, its relative and cannot be judgmental.

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My parents gifted each other a silver jubilee celebration of their togetherness which teaches me time and again that no matter how we get conversant with our partner to be, the understanding that is being developed through each other’s time and trust for one another creates a strong bond that aids in traversing life through miles together. This is something for everyone to learn and ponder with their personal choice of what life means to them.

Value of any bond should be vibrantly felt and understood through the karma of adjustments and passionate patience. Staying positive and vibrating the point of being positive with the loved ones always takes any relationship to a new level of strength to our hearts content.  A lesson that life boomerangs upon… Does it?

MOM – The strongest I have met

Articulating on the word “strongest” makes me realize that the only Woman I will have that word reverberate is when I associate it with my MOM. A little black and white shade as we rewind the journey to her childhood days and when her elder sister got married, it was in her seventh grade. Her brother remained with their grandparents when she and elder sister continued staying with parents. Time being the best teacher and trait, as years flung, my mom completed her tenth grade with the best of her abilities when her parents had to relocate to Vishakapatnam owing to her Father’s transfer.

Time brings with the ticking hands of pleasure and pain to balance the body, mind and soul. When my mom was in her Intermediate, she had to see her father succumb to a fatal lung infection. There was a hole in the family from the previous wholesomeness. They moved back to Vizianagaram where her father had constructed a home. With a son and two daughters the responsibilities grew Himalayan fold on my granny’s shoulders; my mom stood by her side and as a back bone to shoulder some of it equally. The act of juggling studies with animal husbandry along with agricultural and house hold chores has been best learnt and enacted upon by my mom.

Her father was 42 when he touched the land of his heaven. The reflection on others age will send a strong signal as to what mental stamina would have been prevailing. But, my mom discontinued her studies in order to support the household with the final settlement from grandpa’s service and an addition saved through such cuts reserved her elder sister’s marriage. Once the elder sister was married off, mom and granny still had the post-marriage cultural routine that had to be performed from a girl’s side in order to keep the balance of marriage under control.

The courage, bravery, responsibility and hope that was carried out and reflected in each and every quarter of the journey of her life by being herself and not letting her family down at any cost, had indeed united a thread of gene between me and my mom. The entire village had revered the services of my grand mom and mom to dedicate all that they had to their family, unitedly and with all the hope under the sun. As there is nothing called as a stopped clock, since it could be just the batteries, so is the ticking tong of my mom’s marriage …

MOM – The Prime Source of All

Admiring the greatest potential of one of the verses from Taittiriya Upanishad which conquers Respects to Mother, Father, Guru and Guest as they are all forms of God!

Maatru Devo Bhava; Pithru Devo Bhava;

Aachaarya Devo Bhava; Athidi Devo Bhava; 

These primary roles of life are the most important to any clay that is getting molded along the journey. It is of relative nature and not absolute that who plays what in each of our lives. Yes, it is not absolute and cannot be equated to everyone. But the four roles keep popping up as we travel. Some travel along, some wrap up once their destination is reached, possibly before us or even after, which is beyond science to detail. A Mother dedicates her everything to express and bind the family with the extra love and care that everyone at home and surrounding her feels important and special. A Father proves to be the power house of motivation to step up and stay strong at all occasions. A Guru shows the path that is beautifully carved to take us not just through a journey that is beyond materials and pleasure, it is for generations to be built morally strong. A Guest shows us the form of God driving us to stay calm and patient enough to tackle through whenever arrived. On the whole, the package of these 4 roles could be played by anyone in all of our lives, but is played, in many cases, very well enacted!

The “Adi Para Shakthi” that represents the Sattva Guna and consort of Lord Brahma is the goddess of wisdom, creation, learning, compassion, peace, art and much more. With me and out of the three women that I was blessed with to color the canvas of my life, my MOM becomes the Adi Para Shakthi!

This woman I flavor was born in a small village called “Boningi” near the town of “Srirangavarapu Kota (S.Kota) of ViziaNagaram district of Andhra Pradesh. The blessed parents were Shri. Venkata Rao Inaparthi (Veeravasaram in West Godavari district) and Smt. SarojiniKoti from Mulaparru (West Godavari, Andhra Pradesh). Connected much to her father (like all daughters of course), she has been the youngest of all four siblings. Siblings getting offers those days to move to maternal or paternal grandparents place for education being common, my mom and elder aunt stayed back with their parents.

Mom’s father (my grandfather) was a Village Development Officer serving for the state with high moral values and discipline that took an appropriate post to serve the people. Being a Marxist and Socialist, he had always thought about and for people and their welfare is utmost importance. He received the title of “Guruvu Garu” in all hearts. Mom’s mother (my grandmother) hailing from a traditional family of values carried with her the pillar of support to supplement Granpa’s thoughts. She has been a complete and thorough home maker that Grandpa never had the slightest worry of the house when at work and even back home! A true role model to my Mom!

Balancing her boat with the respect that her father has earned through his living and the love that mom has inculcated, my mom relished the values through her upbringing. Values and Ethics were her nerves. Her childhood memories have always kept me envious though she has given me better than the best always and is still thriving to. My mom had excelled in her studies though she continued in the village itself and also gained equal interest and passion in extracurricular activities. The childhood pranks being the vitamin for the rest of the life, my mom treasures the stolen mangoes from her Uncle’ orchards, building mud castles and houses, bunking classes with truth quoted justification, tasting a delicious secretive jaggery and many others that remains fresh as discussed or revisited. Good is always to be balanced, not necessariy with the bad, has been my point from the start. Will see what life had poured and blessed my mom with and how it took a turn!

Stay tuned…