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 🙂

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..!..

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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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…

The most special “HER” – Yes, My MOM!

Everyone reading or glancing through this post would certainly recall and connect to this moment in their lives. Talking of your ‘MOTHER’ either to yourself or to someone else is inevitable owing to the innumerable sacrifices that she is assured to create for her family and many a time for her kids. With the Three Wonder Woman of my life, am bound to unravel the memory thread that I share with my MOM. Am sure you would appreciate it and not just stop with that, but go an extra mile to THANK your MOM for having been that resilient pillar of your life.

The best person I have ever known and been associated with – the strength and stamina that she portrays mesmerizes the vicinity around, suffering a personal loss of father during her teens, picking up of responsibilities of her siblings and mom, has always nailed in the zero difference between being a male and a female deep into my brains right from the childhood! I thank her profusely for showing me what perseverance and persistence really meant through her own way of life.

Moving away from a family of her own to create another shelter for her and her ‘new’ immediate family had been quite challenging as it always remains to be per our traditions and customs. The close to three decade relationship has rooted like the banyan tree and the family’s branches are well supported through the three lettered mantra – MOM!

The shift between family and emotions has not been gradual always but I have seen my mom handle it with peace and calmness. The serenity she has instilled in our ‘home’ is still afresh with her innumerable efforts. When the foundation of any home goes under control the pillars are stressed for morality. I have never had this experience of our home going down for values or morale!

These are external scenarios that could unleash the shackles of stress and depression. When your own body acts again and turns positive for a carcinoma breast, it is when you start seeking strength and courage externally. When my mom was undergoing deep troubles, she was the one to extend positivity, hope, radiance, strength, courage, stillness and peace in all others. I have not seen her derive her strengths from the outside; it has always been from her inside. One of the best examples of an inward journey!

It was not just a personal care that she had extended by taking care of herself under stress filled circumstances, she had taken care of her family and all of us by staying strong. She had her responsibilities strongly built in her mind and heart! She did not stop with just that, she went ahead to join the hospital awareness team for the dreadful disease and has been inspiring many others ever since, by being a living example! An exemplary effort indeed!

I still see my MOTHER as a burning candle for our family tree. Many other forced situations for her mom, mom-in-law, for her own self trying to keep her the best at all times even though she keeps encountering struggles. Though they are seen as opportunities by my MOM, I pray silently that’ she earns some peace for all that she has selflessly done! To put up a smile as though everything is still and normal has been her nomenclature ever since I have known her. I wish sincerely that her smile remains forever, but without the clause of problems! LOVE YOU MOM!