Our arrival into this beautiful world must have been a momentous occasion for our family. The world into which we announce our arrival with our cry, but which brings so much elation to our family. It is a time for them to celebrate and rejoice, to revel and revere this new bundle of joy that almighty blessed them with. The day becomes special for the rest of our life.
As kids we all look forward to our birthday each year. The party, the presents, balloons, festoons, friends, the new dress ….all so perfect! The games at the party, passing the parcel, treasure hunt, balloon games, each year something new to go with the theme. How excited we are, to plan for the party and all the paraphernalia associated with it. The frenzy of opening the gifts is the highlight of the party!
The thought that struck me was, while receiving birthday gifts is a happy time for us, do we give ourselves any gift for our birthday too? Gifting ourselves can assume many forms. From learning to appreciate small everyday moments of joy, developing more positive intangible qualities, learning a new skill, exercising our will power, stepping outside our comfort zone, there are plenty to choose from. Imagine how much one would have grown not only in physical aspects but as a person.
So this time for my birthday which just went by sometime back, I have promised myself a gift of a fitter me. Exercising my body and mind is my focus for the coming year. Hope I will be elated with my makeover by my next birthday!
Ask yourself the best gift you would like to give yourself. Let it play often in your mind. Focus on the answers you hear. Work towards its realisation and soon you would be pleasantly surprised to meet a new and better “You”!
Today on my mother’s birthday, would love to dedicate this post to her. Happy birthday Mom ❤ !
In the summer of 1970, wedding bells rang in the sacred temple town of Tirupathi. The bride a tall, slim, beautiful, demure young girl and the groom a dashing smart and handsome officer in the Indian Airforce. A perfect couple, made for each other.
After the fanfare and all the wedding ceremonies were over, the bride who came from a small place called Udupi in the south kanara district of Karnataka was to accompany her husband all the way to her new home in New Delhi. After bidding farewell to her family she set out with her newlywed husband carrying a kaleidoscope of emotions within her.
This young and beautiful couple my dear friends are my parents.
After helping my mom settle down in the new place my dad resumed duty. Soon they were invited to a very formal dinner party. My mom who hailed from a small town never had an exposure to any formal event. But being the person she is, she agreed to accompany my dad for the same. The dinner was a five course meal served by an array of waiters. An assortment of cutlery was set on the table with so many different sizes of spoons and fork, each to be used for a specific course. She sailed through the entire evening with élan, with many officers complimenting my dad to have found such a beautiful bride. On their return my dad questioned her if she was used to eating with a knife and fork? To which she replied that it was the first time she was using it. She simply observed how the others used it and followed them! Simple, isn’t it?
The best way to learn something is by doing it.
My mother had a lot of free time at her disposal. Not knowing what to do she decided to join some class. My father did not consent to that as she did not know Hindi. Arguing that she would never learn the language if she did not step out, she slowly ventured out to neighbours houses in the locality. Gradually she made friends and learnt not only to speak fluent Hindi but also knitting, baking and north Indian style of cooking.
Courage is not the absence of fear, but overcoming it.
Being in the Airforce, my dad had to go for flying sometimes for days together. Once he left saying he would be gone for 3 days but came back after 28 days!!! I wonder how my mother spent those agonising days with no news about his return. Our house was at the far end of the Airforce quarters beyond which was a huge empty playground. It had glass door with no grills. Chilli powder and kitchen knife were her companions during dads absence. Remember there were no mobiles or phones at home then!!
Do everything to the best of your ability.
Frequent postings are a part and parcel of an Airforce Officer’s life. Unlike today they did not have the luxury of availing the services of packers and movers. Mom with her magical hands did all the packing for every single posting, and not once did a single glass break during the innumerable transits.
Believe in yourself.
Owing to dad’s frequent postings, he decided to admit us to Central School ( Kendriya Vidyalaya). They were very particular about a certain number of transfers before obliging with the admission to the officer’s wards. At one such time we were denied admission for the same reason. Again it was mom who went to the Principal and argued out with him and ensured that we were admitted.
Keep calm and trust GOD.
She was a strict disciplinarian but also showered us with lots of love. She managed the house very beautifully during dad’s absence and lent him all the support during challenging times! During our summer vacations she would play with us like a kid. She helped us with the lessons, Math being her favourite subject! An excellent cook, she managed the house on a stringent budget without allowing us to feel the pinch. She always taught us not to get worried about situations beyond our control and to leave your problems at “HIS” feet and he would take care of it.
Life is about creating yourself.
Today she is 70+ . Even then there is that twinkle and spark in her eyes. My salutations and regards to you dear Mom. Thank you for being there for us ALWAYS!! Love you Mom!!