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 🙂