Our first earthly embryonic abode
The first person we connect with
Nurturer, protector, teacher
The One trusty lap of love
Lessons aplenty has each of us learned from our parents as we grow up watching them, many a thing have we picked and emulated mindfully, a few traits we have twisted to our own persona or convenience and yet others we have used to become cautious against things the pitfalls of which our parents may have been innocent of.
I will now zero in on some gems I have gleaned from my mother Swarnalata’s life and the manner in which she has led it.
She was an athlete par excellence and has done her coach training from the National institute of sport, Patiala. She was a theatre enthusiast and acted on stage and on AIR. Trophies, awards and kudos and the like found her firmly grounded and with no trace of pride.
In all the black and white pictures of my mother I have found her to be one of the most simply dressed, yet dignified lasses in the group. She remained thus all her life and is a dignified, yet simple 75 year old now.
Living in the now
I have rarely seen her dwell on the past for much more than a few minutes, if at all. The now is where she lives, almost all the time. The result is that she achieves a lot each day and does not carry mental baggage to hamper her life’s flow.
She does not brood and worry like I am wont to do at times. I guess she does get worried when something worrisome happens or about the well-being of her near and dear but she never lets it grip her in a debilitating fashion and shakes it off with prayer and goes on blithely.
Anything that does not happen according to plan only gets these responses from her. There will be a way out of this or it will all be fine in the end. What is lost will be found and what has gone wrong will be righted.
Detachment from material possessions
She has lived in adverse conditions as well as in a great deal of comfort but neither bothers her very much. Property, jewels, clothes mean very less to her and people are far more important to her than the transient goods.
Her attachment to us, her first family and her siblings goes very deep, without shackling her. Ma can still live a fulfilling life far away from everyone. Being in anyone’s good books means zilch to her and she can love people despite any harm they have caused her.
Hardly anything throws her off balance for long. When she fell and broke her wrist badly, she called an ambulance and went to hospital, leaving a note to my dad which said she was at the hospital. A flood while we were in Danapore, killing a cobra with a stick, nursing ailing relatives nothing ever seemed too much to her.
Inward outlook and accountability to self
My mother looks inward for any guidance she may need. Gratitude and belief in the almighty are her mainstays and anything she does goes through her internal scanner in complete detail and truthfulness.
Acceptance and open-ness
My mother accepts whatever comes to her without a grumble. A woman of all climes and seasons, very rarely does she judge people and is generally open to the varied vagaries of human nature, including mine. She has never been stuck mentally and is proficient with the demands of the current times be it social media or doing aqua-aerobics at the gym.
Ma is enthusiastic. She loves reading and reads whatever she can lay her hand on, usually. She plays table-tennis twice a week and come rain or shine is to be found at her TT club, brandishing the racket on the stipulated days.
All in all she is quite a fantastic human being. I only hope that I don’t embarrass her too much with having written at such length about her.
Sunila lived in Australia for twelve years and all over India as a child. Now she lives in Bangalore, India with her family. She is a lecturer of Communication to MBA students and is a practising Yoga teacher. Sunila was introduced to books by book-loving parents at an early age and devoured them at every opportunity.
Nature, music and art mean a lot to her and she loves solitude and noisy fun in equal measure.
She expresses herself through a variety of creative channels-singing, pottery, sketching and writing.
Sunila writes fiction and poetry both in English and Hindi. Her debut collection of short stories in Hindi, “Nirjharr”, was published by the Karnataka Hindi Sahitya Parishad.
Poetry and short stories authored by her have been published in a variety of medium. She is a Post graduate in English Literature from Kuvempu University in the verdant Malnad region of Karnataka, that has given the world a large number of writers and artists. She can be reached through her FB page https://www.facebook.com/SunilaVigAuthor?ref=hl