“Women belong in the house... and the Senate” is true. Today
is women’s day and whole world is celebrating it by honoring and glorifying it,
which ought to be celebrated. It is the most suitable day to narrate story of
my “iron lady”. She is none other than my mother. We all find our mothers to be
the best. But I don’t find her best, as adjectives cannot suffice her
importance in my life. After my granny I find her who helped me understand what
womanhood, motherhood & feminism means.
She is a mother of two children & grandmother of her
grandson. I presume raising my sister was not difficult for her when compared
with raising a brat like me who has weird mood swings, possessive, extremely sensitive
be it emotionally or physically. She is lady whom I find daring, confident and
important pillar of my house as she has to deal with two extremely passionate
& possessive men, i.e me & my father, and these two feel left alone when
they don’t find her nearby them. She is her father’s most adorable daughter & brother’s
adorable sister. Me & my sister used to call her “Dadu’s golden gift”,
reason being she was born when my grand paa turned 50. She was a pampered sister,
who would get five different dress (read it trendy clothes of 70s) on her
birthday and festivals from her brothers and two pairs of footwears from her
both parents. She would tie herself with her bed just to stay awake during her
exams and study. Like majority of Indian girls, she got her prince charming, my
dad and became mother of two children, daughter and son.
“Life is not always bed of roses”, so was her life not bed
of roses. It was 4’o clock in the evening of 14th October when her son,
i.e me met with an accident on my fourth dusshera. People presumed me to be
dead after having shown several children to her. But as we say a mother knows
where her child is, so did she knew. She pointed towards the engine of the bus
and told my dad “our son is there”. I was
taken out of the engine and was given in her lap. I still remember her yellow
saree with blood stains. She looked at me and smiled and hid her grief. I opened
my eyes after three days of series of major operation and saw her at my
bedside. I don’t know what was going in her mind that time but I could see the
confidence with which she saw me.
“Life never stops, one must face whatever comes in life” is
something that she believes in and this is what she has inculcated in me. Even today
I remember how she would motivate me and used to leave me alone to face the world and
its harsh realities. After accident I had become isolated child. I would neither like to
meet anyone, nor would like to go to any kind of parties but she would
force me to go. On an occasion she asked me the reason for not going to
birthday parties. I said “ I have one hand. How would I clap when my friend
would cut his birthday cake”, she looked at me and smiled. She said “ so what
if you have one hand, you have got legs. You can clap” I found it to be a rubbish
idea. She gave an another idea, which today I find very stylish. She asked me
to put my hand gently on my chest and clap.
On an another incident I asked her how would I do batting in
cricket. She called me and tied bat to my arm and said “lets play cricket. I’ll
do bowling and you’ll do batting”. I wasn’t confident but I gave a try to it and
was able to bat. That was the moment
when I realized nothing is impossible and that’s how I learnt playing cricket. Everytime
I used to ask her “mummy will I get my hand back” she would give affirmative
answer. It was morning of 1996, when I was reading telegraph and I came across
an article on hand transplant of a French thief. Impromptu I ran upto her and
made her read that article. She looked at me and said “I told you everything is
possible. All you need is to believe in yourself”.
Today whenever i get
success I just think of her and say to myself “ its you mummy that I’m here”. De’scartes
said “I think therefore I’m”, but I say “ mummy thinks, therefore I’m”. I find solace when I see her smile when people
come up to her and say that they find me cheerful, confident irrespective of my
imperfection.