Oh! Mother....

"The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness."
-Honore' de Balzac.
When people talk of women sharing equal rights with men and their fairer sex flying successfully to the 21^st century, it often compels me to think of the diverse roles that a woman keeps on changing. Of all the divergent roles that she plays daily, be it a wife, daughter, aunt, mother-in-law or a friend, the one role that is most gratifying, pleasing and close to her heart is that of a ‘Mother’. When people talk of Women’s Day, my first impression and first image of a woman is that of a Mother. Mother, around whom our lives revolve, around whom we learn the trials of a journey called ‘life’, around whom we first learn the feel of a soothing touch. The touch, which nobody of us would ever forget in our life. That touch eases our all fears and discomforts. That touch takes us to the comfort zone of our life. That touch assures us of our existence. We first learn to walk and take baby steps with the help of that firm yet gentle grip of her hand. This is the most pleasant experience one can ever get in his life.
Mother is the person who nurtures, nourish, and nurse a child for the whole nine months and bear the burden of labour just to see that adoring smile of her little progeny. And the child fulfills her small world. Mother’s worls revolves around three C’s; Care, concern, and comfort. Care, caution, and consideration that the child grows in the right manner, concern that he heads towards the right path, and comfort when the child’s whole world is her Mother and under her comforting wings, the kid learn the lessons of life. God has given both parents an equal role, but has blessed mothers with the power of healing. When a child cries, no soul on the earth is so much concerned and so much moved as that of a mother, her heart cries with him and she would bring the skies down to console, calm, and cheer him up. She is the ultimate world for her child. Those who had the luxury of her warmth, affection, tenderness, and the touch of those soft hands are really the most blessed souls on this planet.
The moment a child is born, a Mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but not a Mother. When God first thought of Mothers, He must have laughed with satisfaction of making souls that are a part of Him, so rich, so deep, so divine, so full of soul and power.
I often wonder that the phrase ‘working Mother’ is neither a duty nor a privilege, but simply the way that humanity can satisfy the desire for physical immortality. Being a full time Mother is one the most highest paid jobs, since the payment is pure love and this love compels a common man to do the impossible. Mothers have the innate power of energy and unending enthusiasm which compels her to rise from the bed however bad her condition may be. I often fail to understand its never ending source.
People have coined a fashionable word called ‘multi-tasking’, which we often hear these days, but a woman has been doing this for generations and with equal ease and love. She is taking good care of her child, taking the charge of her home, managing her husband with similar enthusiasm.
Somebody has rightly said that the door to heaven lies in your Mother’s feet and at her knees you could take lessons from the best school in the world. Unles we realize her diverse roles and comforting care, we cannot sense the existence of God. The Jewish proverb that "God could not be everywhere and therefore he made Mothers", holds true in whichever generation we live. The greatness of a person is directly proportional to the greatness of his Mother. My hearty salutes to all the Mother’s on this Planet for making this world a better place to live!

MAA..

woh diya-e-mohobbat ka woh sayabaan

hai jiski roshni mein main ne

aankh hai kholi, woh kisaya mohabaat

ka woh fishain hai jisme main ne

sab se pehle khud ko hai paya, woh

hasti aisi hai jaise, jalte diyon

mein aise, jaise sab se roshan diya

ho waise, mehekte phoolon mein

aise, jaise ho sab se mehekta phool

ho waise, mehekte khilkhilate

rangon mein aise, jaise roshan

chamakta rang ho waise, chaandni

raaton mein aise, jaise chodhawin

ki raat ho waise, jism ki tamaam

rago mein aise, jaise jism ki sha

rag ho waise, woh hasti tamaam

hastiyon mein hai aise, jaise kisi

hawa ke naram jhonke ne mujh

ko payar se ho thapthapaya, ya

woh hansti hai waise, jisko sab

pukarte hain “MAA" :)