Its been more than 5 years I started this blog and before i could realize i almost stopped writing as well..Or probably I stopped reflecting (in public space) and rather went more into my own personal space. These 5 years have been absolute gold in my life where I was more into the waters and less on the shores to be able to allocate my time for my blog. Any which ways i feel glad that I managed to get to the shores (atleast for this post :) ) and that too for my most favourite subject and person 'MOTHER'.
I did my entire education till my B. Tech in Tamilnadu and it was the first time I left home and hometown for my job after my UG. I left to a place called Yavatmal nearby Nagpur and absolutely knew nothing in Hindi nor Marathi. The struggle was real and that was when I started facing the heat of being thrown into a real world from a theoretical fantasy world which gave all the comforts possible. I thought my world changed altogether. I worked for a year in the textile company 'Raymond' which is quite a household name in every home fondly related to. This one year I realized how much happens behind a single denim jean we wear. I survived the initial days amidst the language barriers (sign language with operators who spoke in Marathi). I managed to learn Hindi to a practical extent and started winning a lot of friends at work place. I felt accomplished after a lot of hard work. When I say hard work..It is not just my hard work. It is the one that was taken by my mother too. She was there every night to feel my tears. She was there with all the time on earth to learn about my day, to hear about each and every criticism I met with and she was very much there on active mode helping me out to devise plans to face every next day with a stronger soul and mind. I sometimes feel very bad with some of my friends who do not have their mothers alive to see through all the highs and lows of their life.
Next time I was struggling very badly with a relationship during those early 20s and it was at a time when I was helpless and directionless she stepped in with all her mind and energy to protect me in the most logical possible way. Although I had thought I was more matured to handle life in my own way, she made me realize that I cannot stop needing her in life. I felt motherhood is more of an instinctive force that simply conspires with the universe to fulfill the needs at the right time in the right way. It s more of a natural JIT (Just in Time) mechanism. She was always a friend to whom I can confide anything on earth without the fear of bring judged or criticized. This 2 way channel always helped us manage the gap in understanding at times and the willingness to forgive each other for the little flaws of everyday, without which the life may not have looked beautiful.
Fast forward to my PG education in Mumbai after 1 year of Raymond job, I kept facing my own set of evolved problems every single day. Placements, crushes, CGPA, health issues at hostel, peer pressure, expectations, popularity, etc etc. She was constantly there as a friend, mentor, nurse, personal assistant and even as a mom to my friends also. She was always special in every circle of my life. Some of my friends even used to envy our friendly relationship and the warmth she shared with most of them effortlessly despite the generation gap. I cannot quote our moments in PSG Tech during my B, Tech when we often bump into each other at the class rooms where she would come to attend community coaching classes like tailoring, doll making, glass painting etc. I secretly felt very proud of her (although I dont show much to her) for her talent and thankful for PSG for giving such pleasurable moments for a mother and daughter to collide inside an ENgineering college as students, although it sounds hilarious :D
I joined my job in Cadbury after my PG and had my next few months of rigorous corporate life as Management trainee and deliver to the expectations despite all odds. I went through similar little challenges what anyone goes through and I am not saying I went through something extra ordinary like what we see in Story pick where extra ordinary humans perform all tasks independently without her arms and legs. But it was only my mother who could see it as big struggle trying to help me out in each of my lows and celebrate through my highs.
Her wishes and prayers always turn out to be stronger for me and I believe in her blessings and prayers more than mine. She is the same to my brother also. I always wonder how she s able to give so much focus to both of us individually without any compromise despite having a sink full of unwashed vessels and dirty laundry waiting every single day till today and still going stronger.
I was lucky to have been introduced to yoga and meditation right since my school days. I learnt about introspection, power of thinking, witnessed the power of mind, the need of positivity in our life and much more. Although my maturity was low, these concepts made a deep impact that help me always to see the bigger picture in life and helps me a lot more when it comes to forgiving. Thanks to my mom for this. Her passion inspired me to always keep in touch with this spirituality sphere of life then and there.
My marriage was a life changer. It was for the first time I suddenly felt distanced from her and suddenly priorities seemed to have changed.
.... to be continued
I did my entire education till my B. Tech in Tamilnadu and it was the first time I left home and hometown for my job after my UG. I left to a place called Yavatmal nearby Nagpur and absolutely knew nothing in Hindi nor Marathi. The struggle was real and that was when I started facing the heat of being thrown into a real world from a theoretical fantasy world which gave all the comforts possible. I thought my world changed altogether. I worked for a year in the textile company 'Raymond' which is quite a household name in every home fondly related to. This one year I realized how much happens behind a single denim jean we wear. I survived the initial days amidst the language barriers (sign language with operators who spoke in Marathi). I managed to learn Hindi to a practical extent and started winning a lot of friends at work place. I felt accomplished after a lot of hard work. When I say hard work..It is not just my hard work. It is the one that was taken by my mother too. She was there every night to feel my tears. She was there with all the time on earth to learn about my day, to hear about each and every criticism I met with and she was very much there on active mode helping me out to devise plans to face every next day with a stronger soul and mind. I sometimes feel very bad with some of my friends who do not have their mothers alive to see through all the highs and lows of their life.
Next time I was struggling very badly with a relationship during those early 20s and it was at a time when I was helpless and directionless she stepped in with all her mind and energy to protect me in the most logical possible way. Although I had thought I was more matured to handle life in my own way, she made me realize that I cannot stop needing her in life. I felt motherhood is more of an instinctive force that simply conspires with the universe to fulfill the needs at the right time in the right way. It s more of a natural JIT (Just in Time) mechanism. She was always a friend to whom I can confide anything on earth without the fear of bring judged or criticized. This 2 way channel always helped us manage the gap in understanding at times and the willingness to forgive each other for the little flaws of everyday, without which the life may not have looked beautiful.
Fast forward to my PG education in Mumbai after 1 year of Raymond job, I kept facing my own set of evolved problems every single day. Placements, crushes, CGPA, health issues at hostel, peer pressure, expectations, popularity, etc etc. She was constantly there as a friend, mentor, nurse, personal assistant and even as a mom to my friends also. She was always special in every circle of my life. Some of my friends even used to envy our friendly relationship and the warmth she shared with most of them effortlessly despite the generation gap. I cannot quote our moments in PSG Tech during my B, Tech when we often bump into each other at the class rooms where she would come to attend community coaching classes like tailoring, doll making, glass painting etc. I secretly felt very proud of her (although I dont show much to her) for her talent and thankful for PSG for giving such pleasurable moments for a mother and daughter to collide inside an ENgineering college as students, although it sounds hilarious :D
I joined my job in Cadbury after my PG and had my next few months of rigorous corporate life as Management trainee and deliver to the expectations despite all odds. I went through similar little challenges what anyone goes through and I am not saying I went through something extra ordinary like what we see in Story pick where extra ordinary humans perform all tasks independently without her arms and legs. But it was only my mother who could see it as big struggle trying to help me out in each of my lows and celebrate through my highs.
Her wishes and prayers always turn out to be stronger for me and I believe in her blessings and prayers more than mine. She is the same to my brother also. I always wonder how she s able to give so much focus to both of us individually without any compromise despite having a sink full of unwashed vessels and dirty laundry waiting every single day till today and still going stronger.
I was lucky to have been introduced to yoga and meditation right since my school days. I learnt about introspection, power of thinking, witnessed the power of mind, the need of positivity in our life and much more. Although my maturity was low, these concepts made a deep impact that help me always to see the bigger picture in life and helps me a lot more when it comes to forgiving. Thanks to my mom for this. Her passion inspired me to always keep in touch with this spirituality sphere of life then and there.
My marriage was a life changer. It was for the first time I suddenly felt distanced from her and suddenly priorities seemed to have changed.
.... to be continued
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