Skip to main content

My First Expert

Mom, only the word is enough to describe what a special place she holds in everyone's life. 

The most special thing about mother is that everyone has got best. 


She carries her child in the womb for 8 to 9 long months and again she gives birth knowing that her life is at stake. She feeds the baby with her milk. She makes you learn to sit and to take your first steps. With her shadow you feel that you have everything. Even if you yearn for a 5 star hotel food, you only get satisfied by your mother-cooked food.


Not so long ago, I realized that if you have her you can easily conquer the harsh world.
I am an intern at a leading CA firm, so but obvious the pressure gets build up when you are near March ending. Everything is so hectic. And amongst all this, I have my CA finals exam due in November 2015. So 70% of my concentration has to be in studies these days.
On one of the day, I had a row with my senior for sitting till late hours at client’s place. And I am of the nature that I get affected by so easily by all these. I went home that day and I cried a lot. I didn’t eat anything and inside my room cuddled up in a pillow I constantly wept. Mom came with a glass of water in my room and I saw tears in her eyes as well. Weeping with me, she make me understood the things.

Everything became normal when the days passed.


On dad’s birthday we decided to dine out and to my surprise I came to know that mom sacrificed eating outside food till I became CA. Only because of a stupid event of my crying that day, she took such hard decision. She has a trust in this sacrifice and yes only a mother can do this to her child.



I feel that mother is another word for not only love, but also sacrifice. I feel blessed that I have her unlike many others. Sometimes I feel that I haven’t thanked her enough any days that how much I have loved her always. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Feminism 2.0

Yesterday, I was having a conversation with my old friend and he asked me if I was still blogging. And I sighed immediately. The worst feeling is not giving time to writing. There are so many things to be told but I just feel too lazy. But now let me make a resolution of at least trying to bring up to you one topic per month. I don’t promise though. So, why this topic? A cliched term? I am not the one to give opinion here. The word feminism has very broad meaning. But I always look up to it and construe the same with my own experiences. I am quite amused by the interpretation of being a feminist and rolling of eyes that is freely accompanied by this topic. The word feminist is interpreted as bitch in a black suit, men-hater and who always consider herself superior, sometimes “divorced” and also annoyed at the entire world. Absolute myths surrounding the word. How many of you come across women starting the topic with “I am not a feminist but...”? I mean why you need to justify? ...

Being with "YOU"....

It is important to meet pal who or indulge time with the things which gives you pleasure. Trust me it acts as a stress buster. Be it meeting your loved one, playing a guitar, dancing to bollywood tunes, playing with your pet or spending time with nature.   At least make it a point to do it once during weekends. The anxiety level goes missing from being to an intense level. And I realized it today. I decided to put off everything else and go to my best friend Pooja’s place. Yes!! She is my only pal who has lasted for a decade...lolzz!! Still each time I meet her I feel that our friendship matures and gets enhanced. I can be myself with her and blabber all nonsense; would tell her what I did each and every moment and she would nod to every talk even if she is not listening…:P… She is blessed with the patience to listen to my talks. And today was no different except that we decided to watch a horror movie together. N every time we decide to watch a movie together some o...

Amidst my Alley

Ever imagined that every person you see, every person standing on the street has a story, may be an extra-ordinary story to tell. Ever imagined that abandoned building is a home for many twittering birds. The stranger who bumped into you has fought a battle against cancer? Ever occurred? Me? Yes, I have a habit, habit of observing things around me and finding funny moments circling through that observation and also at times feeling the centermost creature on Earth, all of these, just while commuting. Seeing traffic police daily, reminds me of cartoon “ Make a way for Noddy ” and the sole police office in that animated series named Mr. Plod (no idea why I still remember). And a smile spreads across my face. Obviously, when you compare Mr. Plod to any traffic police you see on streets, with a huge belly and his whistle, you just laugh. Sometimes, if you are extremely lucky (well in my case, yes), they allow you to elude a rule and instruct you to just not stop and go, even if y...