Celebrating Mothers

It will be Mother’s Day this month .. and everyone will celebrate it

To me, Mother’s Day has taken a new meaning this year, though I lost my mother almost 15 years ago..

Kamala was a beautiful woman and a woman of spirit.. she chose not to marry till India was independent, no slave child for her said she.. she married when she was 30!

She chose not to reveal she spoke english so that her only child growing so far away from her motherland could speak her mother tongue. She chose not take any medication and died of cancer in pain but as she said alive, as life for her was the most beautiful gift.
  Asmall town girl who has to go on ‘repeated’ hunger strikes. To get her father to study,  she went on to get a PHD from Charles University in Paris.

The daughter of a nationalist whose childhood has spent applying ointment on her father’s bruised back, she went on the an ambassador’s wife. And yes, a woman who loved her husband so much that she learnt French as a birthday gift for the man who so loved that language.

Yes, she was a great woman and worthy of being celebrated.

But it is not this mother who taught me what a mother is.. the true meaning and importance of a mother was taught to me by a little boy who sleeps quietly in my home..

His mother has all the reasons not be loved: she drinks, she beats and hits, she even entertains other men, lies, steals, forgets to cook, keeps a filthy home even dropped him in a boiling cauldron… and yet this son never judged he just loved her, forgave her and protected her in whatever way he could..

And when she finally agreed to get help, he let her go without a sigh.. and has had the utmost dignity never mention her.. for the past three weeks he has been the perfect guest and made himself so small that one does not even know he is in our home, abiding by the ways of a home so different from his, as if we was to the manor born..

Utpal has taught me how important a mother is and how selfless and beautiful is the love a child has for the one that has given him life..
so on this mother’s day the only tribute I can give to motherhood is to secure this child’s future and to give him back a mother worthy of his love, one he can one day be proud of in front of the whole world, one that vindicates his love.. even if that means redefining my life
help me do so…

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About anouradha.bakshi

The descendent of an indentured labour and a freedom fighter's daughter, Anouradha Goburdhun Bakshi was born in Prague in 1952 and raised in the numerous cities where her diplomat father was posted. (Prague, Beijing, Paris, Rabat, Saigon, Ankara..).
At 16 she returned to India, where she completed her studies and obtained a masters In French. She qualified for the IAS examination but preferred to follow a different path.

Fluent in French she was Assistant professor in Jawaharlal Nehru university for a few years. After marriage in 1974 to a young executive, she pursued a career as an interpreter and conference manager working for the likes of Indira Gandhi, Jacques Chirac, and many others.

The loss of her parents and the last words of her father "Don't lose faith in India' made her question the validity of an almost perfect life in an India were things were wrong. After a period of retrospection and the realisation that many 'why's needed to be answered she decided to find some of the answers by setting up project why in 1998.





 

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