#MyFilmyMom : A Tribute To My Mother

My Mother. My heart fills with pride & gratitude while I am writing this article. I am going to gather and pen down the feelings scattered in my heart which I never acknowledged ever. Why today?

I got a contest alert to submit a post describing my mother in terms of a #MyFilmyMom to make it more of a fun post. These were the “Filmy Ma” characters provided by bigsmall.in –

“Is she like Mary Kom, an extraordinary career oriented mum; Or like Krish’s Mom in Two States, a Punjabi mom who hates your girlfriend, loves makeup and pampers you? Is she an authoritative single mother, the Man of the House like Dhaankor Baa from Ram Leela? Or a house wife who cooks delicious food like Shashi from English Vinglish. Is she a classy, sarcastic mom like Maya Sarabhai? Or the one who will let you marry an unconventional lover like Rani Kapoor from Dostana?”

I really thought about this. Honestly speaking, my mother is less or more of all the characters provided above.

She is not a working woman, she has never been, but she has been more to her children & household. I have seen her functioning alone when my father met an accident, went through a surgery & later went bed ridden for an entire year. She was there standing strong, holding the family together while running between home & hospital.

Being alive has nothing to do with a religion or caste. She is a Haryanvi mother who loves shopping & dressing up (I got this from mother …see?). Her style & taste is elegant. She loves bright colors & always manages to look lively. She is 60, but no one can tell.

#TheManOfTheHouse, is a strong term and would not do justice with the her feminism & woman hood. She  had never realized this, but I think she has that personality & capability to run the family by herself. My father never worried about our upbringing, behavior, company that we keep or academics because my mother was there to take of all that. She had her own way to keep us disciplined. She never imposed restrictions on us rather made us realize the goods & bad of everything. I really hope I can do the same with my child.

She cooks delicious food, no doubt. But she has not kept her tied only to the kitchen. She understands the bad effects of generation gap. She never let that come into between her and us. It’s not just English-Vinglish that she managed to pick up with us, she also learned to use Facebook & Whatsapp so that she can talk to her youngest daughter studying in Canada and get the latest pictures & videos of Aarav, while my father hesitated.

She is little sarcastic but only while being funny. She laughs effortlessly. She is poised beauty. Even now while am writing this article, I am visioning her faint smile with few grey hair on the sides of her temples.

I have witnessed the emotional side of my mother…. as emotional as Nirupma Rao used to play in most of her movies. Though my mother did not lose any of her child in a Kumbh Mela, but she miscarried during her first pregnancy. Whenever she remembers her first unborn child, I can’t stand the sadness in her eyes. I can only imagine what she must have been through. The miscarriage hurt her emotionally & physically that she could not conceive for 11 long years. It’s such a long period for a married woman to wait for her first child to see the sun light, while silently gulping all the taunts of the members of my father’s family.

Now, I don’t get to see her very often & can not talk to her every day. But she is someone I look up to when I am down.  She has been through a lot and still she has evolved as a very fine person and human being. I have got only 1% of her beauty, intelligence, grace & stamina to raise decent human beings. But to her, I am just perfect. That’s  A Mother.

Disclaimer: This article is the entry for Mother’s Day Bloggers Contest by Bigsmall.in, unique gift store in India.
I started to write the post to submit to the contest but it made me realize I should have done this post a long time ago. My mother deserves to be mentioned for being so wonderful. Thank you Maa for being my mother.