A Gift - a Tribute
Imagine that somebody gifted you a pen.
If it is given to a toddler who is incapable of understanding what it is and how it should be used, the only thing that will happen to the pen is that it gets broken, its cap gets chewed and its nib is nipped off. A pen is worthless in the hands of one who does not know its value. In that case, there is nothing special about the pen and it is as ordinary a gift as any other. But is that the case?
On the face of it, the pen appears to be an ordinary gift. A little introspection will reveal the magnificence and grand nature of the gift. For starters, one could take the pen and simply start scribbling on a piece of paper. That would be the least that can be done - checking if the pen works and ‘leaving a mark’ of some sort.
Even these scribbles can mean a lot if done in a particular manner. Those with a creative bent of mind could start scribbling in a manner that evokes awe. These little scribbles on the paper would now be admired and valued as sketches and pieces of art. We have so many artists specializing in just pen sketches these days right?
Another might choose to draw letters with the pen. Soon, letters transform into words and words into sentences. Grammar builds into the writing along with a large vocabulary of words and before one could realize, one has become an essayist. A little more wielding of the pen transforms one into a journalist or a novelist - a full time writer.
The pen also could become a symbol of power and authority. Destinies of thousands of people could be changed, positively or negatively, by a simple signature from the pen on the relevant piece of paper. A pen in the hands of a judge or a CEO creates valuable signatures. Such signatures have even dictated the destinies of nations when placed at the end of the compilation of the Constitution. It is no surprise that the pen has been considered mightier than the sword!
The pen moves from being a king to a kingmaker when it creates immortal works - works which guide the spirits of mankind for generations and centuries to come.
When somebody gifts you a pen, it is not a gift of a piece of plastic or metal. It is the gift that has the potential to grow into something unimaginably wonderful and historic. So much is possible when someone gifts you a pen.
imagine what it means...
if someone gifted you a life...
The gift of life is priceless beyond measure and beyond anyone's wildest imagination.
When they say,
”God could not be everywhere and so He created mothers”,
I agree in spirit but the words according to me are,
“God is everywhere and He is in the form of mothers.”
I do not believe in setting aside one day as MOTHERS DAY while the rest of the year becomes OTHERS DAYS! Every day, the mother needs to be treasured for she has gifted us the greatest gift possible.
(A tribute to my mother and all the beautiful women in the universe who embody motherhood.)
I must confess of a small episode that happened between me and my mother. When I joined the Higher Secondary School at Puttaparthi, she called me aside one day and said,
"I want you to promise me something..."
"What is it mother?"
"I have offered you to God completely. This is a chance that God had bestowed on me. If ever, in the future, I ask you to do something that will take you away from God, please promise to remind me this - Mother, you have given me up to God and thus you have no rights over me. Let God deal with my life and please do not come in between."
I was in tears. But she insisted that I make the promise. She felt that the least she could do is not come as an 'attachment wedge' between me and Swami.
And THAT, was a second gift of life for me because Swami is my life! Thus this tribute to this most special woman in my life....
And yes... Such a tribute never gets complete. This is an invite to all readers to contribute their tribute in the comments section.
To the one with the love of a thousand mothers...
"When you are unable to understand the love of a single mother, how will you understand the love of a thousand mothers?"
This was a question that my Master often asked. The statement has been quoted hundreds of times in speeches and articles. It has almost become a sort of cliché for me. But on deeper thought, it lends itself to such a profound meaning and significance... I am lost in thought now...
PS - Talk about coincidences - Even as I finish publishing this article today - the 8th of September 2012, my father points out to me that it is the day of St.Mary's Feast. Then my wife points out to me that it is also World Literacy Day. Wow! Who would have imagined that the same day has something to do with both a mother and a pen! :)
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© 2012 Aravind Balasubramanya
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