Saturday, September 26, 2009

Mother - Sweet Mother of mine

This incidentally is my fifty first post – sort of completed a half century. My first post was dedicated to the memory of my late father. This post, I owe it to my mother, who still looks after me and treats me like her little kid.

My mother, a simple woman, extremely loving and such dedication for one’s family is simply to be seen and believed. My father was her everything, and her two sons , my elder brother ( who is an example to follow – I have tried all these years and seem to be no where near) and I are her two eyes. The family is the end all for her and she is extremely content just seeing all of us happy.

Yes, she has done so much for us and still continues to untiringly do. My late father lovingly called her ‘ Aho! Bhagyavathi Naari’, and they doted on each other for sixty five long years when he bid her good bye. I have been lucky to have great parents and their love and blessings throughout.

My father’s death dealt a severe blow to her enthusiasm and liveliness that for nearly a year she was lost in her own thoughts. Her melodious chanting of morning prayers had stopped, and there were only silent prayers said within herself. A month back, when I was having my morning coffee with her, I mentioned that all of us missed her morning chant and that she start it for our sake. Like a bolt from the blue, she started chanting prayers and it was pure vibrations and ecstasy that filled our house. We are blessed that we hear these chants once again daily morning.

She is eighty two, very enthusiastic and loves to meet people. Her culinary skills are unmatched and she loves to feast guests who come home. Whatever she cooks, would be distributed to all her friends and this has been happening over the years. Though she has always wanted to do things on her own and be independent, she now holds a stick as her support to walk. She, however, looks very cute with a stick, holding her independence in one hand.

What more to say of my mother, she is truly God’s gift. Anne Taylor’s quote would be appropriate to end this piece on my mother.

“Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.”

35 comments:

Sucharita Sarkar said...

This post brought tears to my eyes. To every child (even when he/she grows up) the mother is more special than probably any other relation.

♥ Braja said...

...and to Sucharita's comment I'd add, especially and Indian boy and his mother :)

Hopeless Romantic said...

that was a touching post...hope she completes a century and long live after that too....

Regards,
Amit

Ugich Konitari said...

Mothers are very special. And that is such a wonderful photograph. I almost smiled back at her .

A wonderful post. And please convey my namaskars to her ...

Sylvia K said...

What an incredibly beautiful and touching post that honors your mother! And how blessed you have been to have been given so much love! And such a lovely photo! You can see the love and joy in her sweet face! Thank you for sharing the love and the joy!

Sylvia

June Saville said...

NSIYER
And your mother surely deserves such sons!
June in Oz

Anu...:) said...

Very sweet post sir :)

Neha said...

I was more close to my father earlier, but post marriage, my mum is my best pal...loved the post...thank you for sharing...

Varunavi said...

Wonderful post,brought tears.You are the lucky few who take care of there mom,god bless you and touchwood

Ghost Particle said...

god bless her for many more eternities, angels in our lives. not a day passes without the tough of her.

nice, passionate post sir. reminds us of who we are and whom we will always be. from the heart.

thank you.

Ranu said...

Mothers are truly great people. Yours is particularly cute...... as they say since God cant be there every where..... he sends mothers to do his work.

Kavi said...

What a lovely piece. What a lovely piece. And having met her, i can imagine and soak up each word of what is written over here !

Fantastic !

:)

Vivek Patwardhan said...

Very touching,

Vivek

Greener Bangalore said...

Thats truly a very touching post sir!

nsiyer said...

Thanks Sucharita for your nice comments.

I agree Braja - it is more so in the Indian context.

Hi Amit. Informed her of your wishes for her. She has blessed you.

nsiyer said...

Hi Ugich Konitari. My mother send her blessings after accepting uour namaskars.

Thanks Sylvia for the touching comments. Yes, she is a lovely lady.

nsiyer said...

Hello June Saville. We are blessed to have her. Thanks.

Thanks a ton ,Anu.

Neha, thanks for sharing your comments.

Thanks Varunavi for your blessings. I deem it my fortune to look after her.

Hi Ghost Particle. Thanks a million. I agree we understand ourselves through these.

nsiyer said...

Thanks Ranu.I liked your comments why mothers are sent to this earth.

Thanks Kavi. You have met her and experienced her warmth.


Thanks Patwardhan Sir.


Thanks Greener Bangalore for your nice comment.

syed ahamed saqi said...

Sir,
wonderful, this is a truly different post.

In fact, in the class you had remarked about how your mother is still concerned when you move outside your home.

sujata said...

What a beautiful dedication to your mother, absolutely lovely.

Babli said...

I appreciate for beautiful and touching post. I liked it very much and you mother looks very sweet. Convey my regards to her. I pray to God for her long and healthy life. For everybody Mother plays a very important role in their life. Even I miss my mother very much as I stay too far and can see her once in a year.

Samyukta said...

What a moving post Sir! Thanks Sir for writing something so beautiful on the most divine relationship that this life can offer to us.

nsiyer said...

Thanks Saqi. Yes, I had shared this . Thanks for the thought.

Thanks Sujata for your nice comments.

Thanks Babli for the nice description and liking my post. Fantastic!

Thanks Samyukta. Its truly a divine relationship which only enhances each passing moment.

Richie's 2ts Inspires said...

Wow! this is one of the best post I've ever since I started blogging, a year ago.

Not so many of us, honouring the most important people in our lives, huh?

You rock, man! Thanks for sharing and reminding me the sweet thoughts of our mother dearest.

I surely be back in here and keep an eye on what your posting ;-)

Have a wonderful Sunday...

DebraLSchubert said...

What a blessing from above your mother is. This tribute to her is precious. Your words, for me, are precious. I will never be able to thank you enough for your rich, wise, beautiful words. You are my friend across the water...

TCGirivasan@Vasan, Puducherry said...

On seeing your post I remeber the song of Rajnikanth "Amma enru azhaikadha uyirillaye" from the film Mannan.

A touching post.

Roshni Mitra Chintalapati said...

what a sweet sweet post! My pranaams to your mother

Minoshka said...

Feeling penned down so beautifully..very touchng

Sushree said...

Sir, u look so much like ur mom :)

Sridhar said...

Excellent narration Iyer. Brings out the love and affection you have towards her. Very touching too. My Pranams to her.

by my window said...

very touching.blessed are those who love and are loved. a century and more would be in order for your mother.

ajaysview said...

very touching my pranams to Amma, i see my Maa in her.

Tapas Misra said...

Very touching account of the admirable lady.

R.Seshan said...

Finally I saw the face of the Mother who actually made the "adais" which I pinched from your lunch box. Reminded me of Amma and a whole generation of very strong, loving and talented women, who 'gave' and asked for nothing in return - holding whole families together with the bond of their affection. You are lucky to continue to bask in her affection and so is she to have a son who publicly and affectionately acknowledges and reciprocates.

Affectionately
Sesha

Inderjeet_Virdi said...

Very touching indeed. Thanks for share. Kind Regards. Inderjeet Virdi