It’s sad, but it’s true that the least understood people in my life have been my parents. Blame it on my education and my quest for knowledge. Ever since I was 6, I was put into a beautiful boarding school in the foothills of the Himalayas, where the stupendous and gorgeous Mount Kangchenjunga lay its abode. The school was my guru, my parent, my dost, my love and my Lord. All the qualities moulded in me has been the efforts of the great institution.
You’ll surely get to read more about this beautiful place in the future, but for now its on my Ma!
Born on the 2nd of August, 1956 in a Rajhasthani Rajput family (who were the Treasurers of the Maharaja of Coochbehar); Royalty is in her blood. A beautiful pretty dame who dreamt of conquering the skies. She trained in the Indian Air Force until she got married to Jay (thats what my Ma calls my Dad; I call her Basanti!)
From a Zamindar’s family, she moved into a small reputed daring businessman’s family who believed in patience and silence (traits of a Jain). She bore three beautiful kids and handled the house and the family exceptionally well but it cost her both mentally and physically.
For a person who has conquered both land (her mesmerizing beauty) and air, she had to settle for the little space between the four walls to see her family prosper. She’s taken life’s apathy with resilience and perseverance. The soft supple skin of her face is embossed with wrinkles. The eyes are tired, her silky brown hair is turning gray.
She’s cleaned, mopped, wept, fought and faced life’s thwarts, bricks and bats like a lonesome warrior; but she still stands, stands like the grandeur Himalayas.
I salute thee, oh! honourable mother,
I salute thee.
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i am sure after mom reads this..shell b doubly proud of her young cub..fangs very well written..its in these small things parents find happiness..love u. di
First things first.,
its nice way to express your love for aunty.
Job well done..
now my views abt wat U wrote..
first para covers ur school., and how smart and wise u became in life, owing it to ur school..
then when U finally start talkin abt aunty., only thing U disclose abt her is her date of birth., n then U talk abt her family n the values she inherited from the same
when U describe her., its a nice display of Ur writin skills., but a reader who doesnt knw aunty will hardly get to know her.,
I mite sound a little harsh with the comment., but its a genuine one.
rest I told U over the phone already..
Have a nice day..
Mama’s beauty as the person she is, is so great na?? i somehow feel at a loss of words whenever i sit down to write about her.. There’s just so much to say, that in the end i just leave that paper saying i love u mom, God Bless you so much more than He already has
well written Fangs.keep it up.tc.
Good one dude.I guess we really never realise how much our parents do for us selflessly.Kinda start taking them for granted.We forget that they are people too who have aspirations and desires just like us.Very moving dude.Keep it up
Kya bolu mein..i had tears in my eyes when i was reading the last para.
They reminds me of my mother.. remind me of all the things she has done for us, all those sacrifices she made for us, and yet how i keep complaining ‘why cant she understand me’.
A few lines from Renee Duvall’s poem, dedicated to my mother :
“While it’s too late for a lot of things
it’s not too late for me to tell you
that I appreciate how loving you are,
how giving you’ve always been
and that even though
I may not always be good at showing it,
I love you very much.”
To all the Moms of the world, “Happy Mothers Day”
Hi Prajakta,
that’s a nice poem.. thanks for sharing it.
so did u do anything special on Mothers Day?