मुझको यकीन है सच कहती थीं जो भी अम्मी कहती थीं
जब मेरे बचपन के दिन थे चाँद में परियाँ रहती थीं
The first hand I held while I was taking my first few steps was of my mother. The first word I spoke was Ma. The first spoon of food was fed by my mother. My first day of school was scary but my mom encouraged me to attend school regularly. She taught me how to hold the pencil to write my first alphabets. No wonder my mother has been the best. I am sure however old I grow I don’t think about it I will reach out to her for anything and everything related to my life. It is the support, love of my mother that is the greatest gift which I have received in this lifetime. When I am asked who my hero is, my answer is – Ma, my mother. She has been the greatest inspiration in my life and is the main reason that I am where I am and who I am today. She has inspired me to show the world that I can still learn from the mistakes I make no matter how bad they were.
Born in Tirupati, she was raised and educated in many towns of Andhra Pradesh and Chennai. Marriage bought her to Delhi where she studied for a while and now resides in Hyderabad; I would like to introduce you to my mother. Her name is Prema and she is 60years and she is the third born out of 6 siblings to her parents. Her looks disproves her age as most people are fooled into thinking that she is 10 years younger, often considered to be my sister. She is a daughter, sister (to 5 of them), wife, mother (of 2 adults), daughter-in-law, sister-in-law (to 14 of them), Aunt (nieces/nephews run around 50), mother–in-law and a grandmother (to 10 children) who is a post graduate and a qualified Interior Designer. Ma has inspired me to be strong and be there for the family from my childhood; now that I am older and more mature I know she was right. She is the one who stood behind me on my positive decisions in life and faced me on the negative ones.
She is a composed woman, loves reading novels and watching TV serials. She likes visiting temples as she finds peace in presence of her god. She is super friendly, she knows everything about me including the tweets I write, about all my friends (online and offline), the books I read and review, the articles I post in the blog. She reads all the pieces I keep scribbling. Ever since I introduced her to Twitter, she has turned famous as many of my followers like her a lot as she comments on their tweets and sometimes gets into a conversation with the young lot. She is the lovely ‘Auntyji’ on Twitter. She makes the best Yakhni Pulao, Rajma, Mutton fry, Fish curry and Aalu ka parathas.
Just like how #IndiaRunsOnChai, for Ma, Tea is liquid wisdom and it is the truth. She doesn’t like coffee, but she loves her tea which has to be made by me. I don’t like tea and never had a single cup in my life, but I make amazing Masala Chai which has a big fan following. She has limited circle of friends and I often throw, Chai parties inviting her friends at home which makes her feel so happy. Tea sets have been her fixed gifts on Mother’s day or any other occasion.
Anyone who knows my mother knows she’s the most giving person. She’s always happy to help someone if she can. It’s from her that I’ve learned to be a giving person. My mother has shown me how to embrace the present moment. I’ve gone through madcap phases in my life, my mother has always been willing to embrace whatever I happen to be into at the moment, which is a very inspiring quality.
Ma was the only person that believed in my dream to be the best that I could be in writing/journalism. I wanted it more than anything in the world at the time, but had absolutely no promise. I mean really, I was pretty amateur article writer at school level. However she always knew nothing was going to stop me from doing everything I could to make my dream a reality. She promised me she would support, and encourage my efforts. She watched as I slowly but surely progressed in the world of writing. The greatest feeling in the world came when I finally got good enough to where I won prizes for my contribution in various magazines and newspapers. The first thing I did was take her along to Delhi to attend the “Superbrain of India” contest. She was the absolute best company. Her gratitude for every moment we get to spend together, her support in everything I do, every moment to her is a gift. I learned from her that to stick with no matter what the end result, feels so much more satisfying than giving up.
If you had not supported me in my passion (writing) since I first wanted to become a writer at the age of 13, I would not have won many awards, titles, contests and earned fame as a recognized writer/editor/blogger/book reviewer. I dedicate this post to you Ma. I hope you have all the happiness you deserve and you know this already, but I’ll tell you again: you are always in my heart. I love you to the sky and back.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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