MEET THE MOTHER
Do we hear enough stories about women?
If we start at home, have we really thought about who our mother is in all her identities?
This assignment is an ode to understanding women and their contributions, most often not acknowledged even by their own.
Srishti Sharma, A Lot Like A Friend
"When I complain to Nene about never calling me to ask about my whereabouts when I have not reached home and it’s getting late, I ask her aren’t you afraid that I might lie to you and be at some other place, or maybe some psycho Kidnaper has abducted me?
Nene’s reply is a one-liner
A) I trust you.
B) Nobody’s paying money for your abduction."
But trust me, this tactic of Nene has actually worked quite well, A) I have never lied to her, about anything...I just can’t."
What could one possibly write about the woman who has been everything, for everyone, in different ways?
Sumit Buchasia, The extraordinary journey of my ordinary Mother
“You should never let yourself break down, always try to keep yourself composed and realise that nothing is bigger than you. I have been trying to practice this since that day and I still am.”
Shristi Kapoor, For the days I feel like I’m forgetting my Mother and for you to trace where I come from!
My mother is a piece of fiction in my head, blurry but a strong presence that only forces itself upon me whenever I am angry at my situation or just looking for someone to blame for everything wrong that’s happening with me. But I do remember how it looks or looked.
My life is my mother’s and my mother’s is her mother’s. As much as she has taught me what to be, she also has taught me who not to be. I take Aai’s life as a lesson for me, a map I use to navigate my life.
Akansha Sinha, Nurturing Love and Care Since 1971
Regardless of all the turmoil we witnessed, I would say that maa is the only person for whom we can call our house “A Home” today. She's a consistent juggler powered by simplicity and smiles. For me she’s the most liviest person alive.!
I wonder at times can we grow up and cry out, “Mujhe maa k pass jana hai. Mujhe maa chahiye”.
Shreya Muley, How I gave birth to my Mother?
The distance has not been easy for either of us to cope with, but I feel like it was necessary. It has helped me realize her worth and cherish every moment we’ve spent together. It has helped me express my love more openly; which was something I found really difficult to do even though I had spent all my life with her.
Harman Khurana, Not just a Mother
“We were too immature to realize that we could talk to our mothers and grandmothers if we had any issues. I had to bear the pain of the cramps on my own.”
“The best advice I can give you is, to make sure your choices are always based on your hopes and not your fears”.
My first memory of my mother is from when I was 2. As an infant, I’d bawl my eyes out at the thought of being separated from my mother; my separation anxiety was that severe. I’d held on to the symbolic umbilical cord so tightly that crying for my mother as she tried to console an infant me, became a ritual. At 19, when I was returning to Delhi for the 4th semester of my college and my mother had come to drop me off at the station, I saw a glimpse of her crying from my window seat and in that moment it truly felt as though life had come full circle.
The dichotomy of my mother’s life is that she feels like a burden to the same people who are so appreciative of her. She has often confided in me that she doesn’t feel close to people despite having gone through so much with them. She remembers the hurt she felt because of them more than the joy. Perhaps, it’s her way of coping with everything that life has thrown at her.
The birth of my mother brought with it a cold war between my grandparents, the war of naming her. This cold war was so disastrous that it has affected three other lives as well, the lives of me, my brother and my father.
She has a spark in her eyes when she talks about becoming a chef. But one would notice that this spark is visible when she also talks about being an artist, or when talking about taking dancing or acting professionally. Maybe it’s all about creativity and art for her, and anything which involves both of the two makes her eyes lit up like shiny stars on a clear night.
Aastha Gupta, The words left unspoken and desires hidden deep inside the closet
I am often hauled up for being rebellious and my mother has compromised so much. The question that I often ask myself is if I am this way because of something that comes naturally to me or because she has consciously allowed me to exercise this freedom of liberty and choice.