A few messages on the cell wishing on teachers day is such a
pleasure. I presume this remembrance is a token of love to the little
contribution if not huge. While my students remember me on this day….it is
natural that I too express my gratitude and respect to my teachers. They indeed
had their influence in making and unmaking of who I am today.
But the best of all is Ms.Vijaylakshmi Rajgopal.
- She taught me life lessons.
- She taught me patience.
- She tried hard to put emotions in a dead log and was pretty much successful.
- She taught me when to say what and how.
- She walked what she preached.
- She is indeed the embodiment of such fine distinctions of life that makes her the best Mother the planet has ever seen.
I couldn’t remember any greatest gurus of all times than
her. Some noble soul has rightly said, "Thaayiye modhalane guru, manaye modhalane paatashale….."
While her teachings and preaching’s continued ever since I
was born, my bad, I wasn’t respective enough and gave unnecessary pain and
caused hurt. Wish life had Ctrl Z, I would go back and wipe some of those
which I did and which I dint do.
This was the worst of all……
Amma was ill and couldn't have food the previous night. Probably
she was hungry by mid night and had no energy left in her to help herself. She
preferred to wake me and asked me if I could prepare some porridge, for which I
obliged. I Walked to kitchen and returned back with some semolina
porridge. I kept it changing tumbler to cool it faster. When it was right
temperature handed over the same to Amma. She woke from the small nap, gulped a
couple of spoons and pushed it to the corner. I overheard the sound, and
questioned Amma, for which she said, she is done and she couldn't have more.
I gave mouth full for,
1.
Not having what I have prepared fully…. that
too, post-midnight
2. I found it too silly to just fill yourself with
a couple of spoons and waste the rest.
She dint utter a word. I fell asleep with the noise of the
clock lingering in the background. Worse, she had two noises to put up with.
While all were busy the next morning to attend to what they
had in the schedule, Amma was still on bed. She looked really weak. She asked
me to prepare porridge for the second time. As I made faces and started walking
towards kitchen murmuring, she softly uttered, "Ee sari ganji maaduvaaga, swalpa
reva huridhu maadappa."
I felt like kicking myself. Semolina if not fried prior doesn't get cooked, no wonder she couldn't have the half backed one which I
gave the previous night. Imagine you are ill, missed food the previous night and was
given some nonsense to both body and brain and you still keep quite!!!! Who on earth could behave this way. While this incident was
just one of them, and there are many which went unsaid, unnoticed and buried
deep down.
Amma, I take this opportunity to kneel down in front of you
and seek forgiveness for my wrong doings and being stupid all through. Love you
Mamma.
