Think it my way !!

June 8, ‘11

6:24am

It is neither her birthday, nor her anniversary, nor the event of Mothers’ Day is around the corner, yet I felt like writing about her. No special reason, nor an occasion, I write just because I felt like celebrating her.

Yes, I celebrate today my Mother.

I don’t think it would be asking for too much, if I call my mother the “Super Woman”, because she not only takes care of her husband, keeps her two children motivated, perfectly manages the household, is terrific at her work, maintains the social relations well but also manages to do essentially well at keeping things clean & in order to satisfy her crazy desire of keeping it tidy. [J]

My childhood memories remind of events similar to ones being trained by an Army General. The house was supposed to be tidy, my toys in their shelves after I finished playing, my books in the study after I was done reading. The things of my toddler days that probably make her happiest even now, besides the events when I first spoke or first walked, are that

a.) I never messed up with walls, painting them like the caves of early man.

b.) I never broke any of my toys and kept them lovingly in their place after use.

c.) Never misbehaved when in social gatherings.

d.) And also, kept away from her only fancy, lipsticks. [J]

I also remember the days when she covered an entire room’s flooring with mattresses, and walls till the height of 3feet, only to save me from bumped head; her throwing away the walker, walking in which I fell down at my first attempt; her pushing my tri-cycle and me having never to learn how to ride a tri-cycle. The list is endless, and so is the regard for her.

This Mothers’ Day when I was told that she had one of her articles published in the newspaper, to show her gratitude to my granny, I could see the twinkle in her eye that told me how satisfied did she feel after her mother reading that.

Yes I talk about Dr. Vinita Rathore, Dean Students’ Welfare and HoD-Zoology for B.N.P.G. Institute. And here I take the same immense pleasure as she must have experienced, in writing about my mother, with the hope that she feel much more than my granny could feel after reading her piece of article.

I am Hitoshma Singh Chouhan, B.Tech Final year in Electrical Engineering from National Institute of Technology-Surat. I hold the credit of my piece of success to my mother without whom I would never even have dreamt of reaching here. My late night studies that also kept her awake, the late night chai-coffee, the T.V. raj for dinner time, that happened to be the only time when I could manage some T.V. Ignoring my late wake-up timings only so that I could study well at my convenience. Again, it’s like a drop in the ocean.

As time flew, and I too began to be a part of the survival-of-the-fittest rule of the world, there started to creep in silly problems between mom and me. The world famous generation gap problem also came to our doors. I had issues with her, had my own ideology that did not fit in hers’ and her thoughts did not let me agree to them completely. I had problems with her fasting regularly and her craziness for cleanliness, those in turn were making her weak and disease-prone and causing other health issues, while she started to dislike my way of living life large without much worries.

Time kept passing on and we even happened to enter small sequential fights. And it started to appear that we drifted away from each other. It is known to both that not one can think of living without the other, and in no way can these small problems be big enough to cause enormous damage to this sacred relation, but those certain words &/or actions that have slightly hurt, or have caused some small decrease in faith, need to be mended. And I do not see any other platform capable enough than this, to apologise for my errors in front of her entire world.

Mom, you are precious, to each one of us. You are the one we look forward to, when in pain and sorrow, and in love and joy. You are the one who is the first to be told about any accomplishment. You are the one to fight with when you overlook your health for petty things like cleaning. And you are the one who’s expected to scold when I don’t finish my tasks properly.

Ma, it is our time to grow together, accept each other, complement each other, motivate each other, be each other’s energy, start vesting total faith in each other, and believing in one another. Its time to work things out together, to take up development all together.

Ma, you have an excellent family of four, where

· your husband, though does not always talk pleasant, but immensely cares for you, does not even scold his son on messing up badly with his exams, and always keeps calm with your side of family;

· your daughter, who is doing considerably well with her studies, has started to see the world with her own eyes, is aware of the difference between the rights and the wrongs, is strong both in the mind and will to have had a paper selected in National Conference (plus International Conference too now), and is capable of travelling anywhere in the world on her own;

· and your son, who although is in a messy situation, but is determined to crack engineering.

Ma, you have absolutely nothing that can make you sad, so do not try to invite gloominess. Close your eyes to just a few little ignorable things, so that nobody back home feels bad because nobody is perfect; rest faith in all the 3 members of your family and think for the best, and then...HAPPINESS FOREVER! KHUSHIYAN HAMESHA!

LOVE YOU MA! :)

Tinka...

wished to get it printed in the newspaper, but i guess i really lack patience.. ;)