A MARVEL THAT IS MY MOTHER
“If you want to be remembered forever,
write something worth reading, or do something worth writing about.” I can
say that mom will be cherished forever because what she has been and done are worth
writing about. It has been my long time desire to put my pen to paper about the
extraordinary personality of my mother to whom I owe my existence. So here comes
a treatise from a simple son about his splendid mother.
Growth of the Giant Heart
Born
in a simple family of two daughters, she grew with virtue and responsibility. God
fashioned her unique character with much gifts and talents. Her younger days
were filled with artistic adventure and other creative capabilities. Her tender
heart knew no deceit and despair. The way she went about with all her human
qualities made people around her feel so good and warm. Caring for others,
being responsible and sincere, taking lot of initiatives etc. were her typical
traits.
From
her father she learned discipline and competency; from her mother she inherited
tenderness and compassion. She had a loving sister to whom she became the ideal
sibling. She studied in the institutions she deserved and her environment
allowed her excellences to triumph. As she grew, her mind was sound and she was
second to none when it comes to quality and creativity. Some virtues like
forgiveness and kindness were at its best in her. If in a conflict she would be
the first one to ask pardon and forgive. That was her angelic self; unharmful,
non-threatening and unassuming. She was indeed a gem of a character.
Given
in marriage to a well to do family she did her best as the first daughter in
law. Her parents in law found in her a pearl beyond price, exceptional in behaviour
and temperament. She was blessed with so many siblings as in-laws. They all
would cling on to her with so much of pride and privilege. She really owned her
household and considered every person as her own. Slogging day in and day out
she wouldn’t even manifest the slightest of grumble. In the destined time God
brought forth three of us from her womb. The highest honour children can
receive is to have noble and self-sacrificing parents. We were tremendously
blessed by God in that respect. We received the best things in life; be it
schooling, facilities to grow and opportunities to dream big, etc.
Against the tide of life
Her
wedded life was not all milk and honey. Situations were not at its best with my
dad’s business. Financial crises started creeping into the family. Life testing
moments started pressing from every direction. My mother daringly bore all the
untoward state of affairs. She had faith and perseverance to endure. The economic
burden could not even afford to pay the school fees. Many advised mummy to change
us to some other school because of the fiscal crises. But my mom wouldn’t. She
believed that her sons deserved the best. She would do everything for that. She
fought tooth and nail to bring a bright future in our lives. Despite my dad’s
complacency she was optimistic about everything. Not many wives in this world
act protagonists when their husbands give up. My mummy was a visionary and she
well knew how to cope up with life when things turn worse. She dared to plunge
into new possibilities, she didn’t sit idle and lament over the given state.
She was a woman of action.
For
my dad’s inopportune situation, she was gun-pointed. Her goodness was pointed
out as a reason for my dad’s lackadaisical nature. What all mental agony and
frustration she must have undergone. Just to keep the pot boiling in the family
she was not ashamed even to work as an employee in one of our relatives’
private agency. She went out of her way to bring some solace to us. Nothing
stopped her passion to turn things positive.
Being
aware of her intellectual giftedness she even walked into our school to seek
some job opportunities in the field of teaching. But that didn’t work. Totally crestfallen
and depressed she sojourned in the school canteen. There while observing the
scenario she had a sudden insight. The insight that would turn her whole life
and give her a unique identity. Catering was her vision. She envisioned a
possibility of supplying some food packets to the canteen because till then
they were only tea and snacks. She being a graduate in Home Science and
housekeeping is outstanding in cookery and cuisine. Late did she discover that
latent potential in her.
Mending Meaning in Meaninglessness
It
was then started her days of trudge and toil in front of the stove. The sunrise
would not see her resting. Her commitment called for hard physical labour. The
famous vegetable biriyani wrapped in a small package became her brand. She used
to wake up early in the morning and perspire in the kitchen to run the daily
show. In the beginning she hardly drew any profit. What kept her going was the
purpose for which she was struggling: that was to built up the family and make
our future secure. Slowly a gleam of hope penetrated into our home. Mummy
gained resilience and started saving resources for us. At that time, we were
never serious and were all playful. She bore all the burdens and gave us the
best for us. Well, she could have remained passive and put the blame on the
situation, or she could have walked out of my father. She didn’t, her spirit
was indomitable. Years she immersed herself in this career of catering. She
cared a damn about her health or luxury; and what others would think of her.
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