May, 12 was Mother's day.Pressing the rewind button, the Mother's day Celebrations of 2011 in U.S. with my daughter and my beloved Jiji flashed in my memory.Very special and precious was the day to her as she got promoted as a mother that year and had the joy of being with her mother, me, after a break of four years.Balloons,sweets,cakes,gifts,dinner and Jiji made our day.A laptop and a camera ,the gifts, received on the day contribute a lot in pursuing my passion of sharing my thoughts and recipes through my blogs.
This space is also used by me to honour my mother who is in her early eighties.All mothers are special to their children.Still our mom,a mother to eight of us is an epitome of selfless love, patience, courage,innocence,positive attitude,wisdom and practical knowledge.Till a few years back,she was after her interests in all sorts of hand works like making dolls,fur dolls,bead works, making wire baskets etc.
A mother's love may seem to be inversely proportional to the number of children she has.It is absolutely beyond truth.Her love for us is as ' big as ' our family.In those days of letters,worried she would be, if there was a delay in a communication from any one of us.Today the same with the telephone calls.
My mother discontinued her schooling after class five ;she regrets for it even today, so, she wanted all of us to excel in our studies.My father,busy with his official work, five decades back,entrusting the two small kids in our grandma's care,she stood in a queue to get the application,to get it filled with the help of some unknown saviour and get me and my immediateyounger brother admitted in the reputed Loyola convent,the primary wing of the St.Ignatius' Convent Girls High School,Palayamkottai,Tirunelveli.Those days happened to be golden days with no donations, no recommendations,admissions on merit basis with written tests for classes other than the " baby class " and a meagre fee for an English medium.
If I am ,what I am today, at the least a good citizen,the entire credit goes to her and the school.
That day of admission must be a foundation stone in the career of my younger brother who is a corporate giant with many ranks,distinctions and a product of India's premier institutions.
My mother's innocence is a bliss to her but her soft nature at times seems to make people exploit her on occasions for which I used to feel much.Literally without education and with no knowledge of English,on date she goes to the bank,goes to the railway station to book her tickets, can travel alone and twice went abroad alone.
Our mom is a Padikkatha Medhai, meaning an " unlettered genius ".
My dear mom,I dedicate the day to you.
This space is also used by me to honour my mother who is in her early eighties.All mothers are special to their children.Still our mom,a mother to eight of us is an epitome of selfless love, patience, courage,innocence,positive attitude,wisdom and practical knowledge.Till a few years back,she was after her interests in all sorts of hand works like making dolls,fur dolls,bead works, making wire baskets etc.
A mother's love may seem to be inversely proportional to the number of children she has.It is absolutely beyond truth.Her love for us is as ' big as ' our family.In those days of letters,worried she would be, if there was a delay in a communication from any one of us.Today the same with the telephone calls.
My mother discontinued her schooling after class five ;she regrets for it even today, so, she wanted all of us to excel in our studies.My father,busy with his official work, five decades back,entrusting the two small kids in our grandma's care,she stood in a queue to get the application,to get it filled with the help of some unknown saviour and get me and my immediateyounger brother admitted in the reputed Loyola convent,the primary wing of the St.Ignatius' Convent Girls High School,Palayamkottai,Tirunelveli.Those days happened to be golden days with no donations, no recommendations,admissions on merit basis with written tests for classes other than the " baby class " and a meagre fee for an English medium.
If I am ,what I am today, at the least a good citizen,the entire credit goes to her and the school.
That day of admission must be a foundation stone in the career of my younger brother who is a corporate giant with many ranks,distinctions and a product of India's premier institutions.
My mother's innocence is a bliss to her but her soft nature at times seems to make people exploit her on occasions for which I used to feel much.Literally without education and with no knowledge of English,on date she goes to the bank,goes to the railway station to book her tickets, can travel alone and twice went abroad alone.
Our mom is a Padikkatha Medhai, meaning an " unlettered genius ".
My dear mom,I dedicate the day to you.
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