Perhaps every day is mother's day!

Perhaps every day is mother’s day . . .

Miles away in different parts of the world, living and realizing our mother’s dream to see her children rise and succeed. A phone call and numerous questions to examine and assure our well-being. It’s a mother’s quizzical heart that beats our rhythm. Probably she has a natural GPS or a Geo stationary satellite that captures the unseen for those whom she gave the gift of life. To me mothers are the only human form with a selfless soul & are truly the messengers of the almighty to grow & nurture our holy planet.

It’s the second Sunday of May and the city gears to honor mothers for their selfless acts. The day many attempt to make their cause, feel special. Historically believes remain divided; some celebrate it in the honor of Mary, mother of Christ, some in the honor of ancient Romans mother of Gods, Cybele.  In the US over a century ago, Anna Jarvis a social activist called for a day to spread awareness about the poor health and living conditions of the community she lived in. The day was to make people realize humanity through peace and better living. After her death the day got recognized as Mother’s Day, a day honoring mothers and motherhood.

Drawing an analogy of it symbolism in Indian context, the day cannot be any worthy than remembering Mother Teresa. The founder of the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic nun who elevated millions of grievous lives. A tireless follower of peace & humanity through social service, something uncharacteristic in today’s politically lost Indian social life format. India could have honored the mother by practicing the social act and protecting the needy but we chose to honor her with our highest civilian award “The Bharat Ratna” and forget the rest.

For many of us remembering and honoring the architect of our lives do not need a day.  A mother in our Indian community has been worshiped as goddess. If I were to define secularism, it would be to worship our cause and thus abolish the evil of conflicting religious practices.  Now we live a life beyond the comforts of an over pampered mother’s territory , we no longer have the luxury of an automatically tidy wardrobe & an almost perfectly prepared breakfast to rush to school bus; rather we have a work place radiating heat & a client demanding unnatural commitments. Midst of all this, the over thinking soul keeps wishing and praying for our “ALL IZ WELL making us her world. This might read as an emotional note to remember the life character but we owe all our moral & intellectual learnings to our mothers. Perhaps every day is mother’s day...