PM Modi pens letter on mother's 100th birthday: My mother is as ordinary as she is extraordinary. Just like every mother is. Today, when I am writing about my mother, then while reading you may also feel that hey, my mother is also like this, my mother also does the same. While reading this, the image of your mother will emerge in your mind.
PM Modi pens letter on mother's 100th birthday: Mother, it is not just a word. This is the feeling of life in which love, patience, trust, so much are included. Be it any corner of the world, be it any country, the most precious affection in the mind of every child is for the mother. Mother, not only shapes our body but also our mind, our personality, our self-confidence. And while doing this for her children, she expends herself, forgets herself.
Today I want to share my happiness, my good fortune, with you all. My mother, Hiraba is entering her hundredth year today on 18th June. That is, the centenary year of his birth is starting. If Dad had been there today, he too would have turned 100 last week. That is, 2022 is a year when the birth centenary year of my mother is starting and in this year my father's centenary year has been completed.
Last week my nephew sent some videos of mother from Gandhinagar. Some young boys of the society have come to the house, the father's picture has been placed on the chair, bhajan kirtan is going on and mother is singing hymns, playing Manjira with joy. Mother is the same even today. The energy of the body may have decreased but the energy of the mind remains the same.
Well, we have no tradition of celebrating birthdays here. But the children of the new generation in the family have planted 100 trees this time in the birth centenary year of their father. Whatever is good in my life today, whatever is good in my personality, it is the gift of mother and father. Today, when I am sitting here in Delhi, I am remembering something so old.
My mother is as ordinary as she is extraordinary. Just like every mother is. Today, when I am writing about my mother, then while reading you may also feel that hey, my mother is also like this, my mother also does the same. While reading this, the image of your mother will emerge in your mind. A mother's penance makes her child a right person. Mother's love fills her child with human feelings. Mother is not a person, not a personality, mother is a form. It is said here to us that as a devotee, so is God. Similarly, according to the feeling of our mind, we can experience the nature of the mother.
My mother was born in Visnagar in Mehsana district. It is not far from Vadnagar. My mother was not destined to love her mother i.e. my grandmother. The effect of the global pandemic that came a century ago was then for many years. The same epidemic took away my grandmother from my mother. Mother must have been only a few days old then. He doesn't remember my grandmother's face, her lap, anything. You think, my mother's childhood was spent without her mother, she could not insist on her mother, could not hide her head in her lap. Mother did not even get alphabet knowledge, she did not even see the school door. He saw only poverty and deprivation in the house everywhere.
If we add these situations in today's time, then we can imagine how difficult my mother's childhood was. Perhaps God had thought of constructing his life in this way. Today, when the mother thinks about those circumstances, she says that it must have been God's wish. But he still has the pain of losing his mother, not even seeing her face.
The struggles of childhood made my mother grow up long before her age. She was the eldest in her family and even when she got married, she became the eldest daughter-in-law. As in her childhood, she used to take care of everyone in her house, take care of everyone, take responsibility of all the work, similarly she had to bear the responsibilities in her in-laws' house. In the midst of these responsibilities, in the midst of these troubles, the mother always kept a calm mind, taking care of the family in every situation.
The house in Vadnagar where we used to stay was very small. There were no windows, no bathroom, no toilet in that house. Overall, that one-and-a-half-room structure made of mud walls and tiled roof was our home, in which mother and father, all of us brothers and sisters used to live. In that small house, the mother had some convenience in cooking, so the father had made a scaffolding in the house with the help of bamboo sticks and wooden planks. The same loft was the kitchen of our house. Mother used to cook food by climbing on it and we used to eat food sitting on it. In general, where there is lack, there is also tension. The specialty of my parents was that even in the midst of lack, they never let the tension dominate the house. Both had shared their respective responsibilities.
Whatever the weather, be it summer, rain, father used to leave the house at four o'clock in the morning. People around knew from the sound of father's footsteps that it is 4 o'clock, Damodar Kaka is going. After leaving the house, going to the temple, having darshan of the Lord and then reaching the tea shop was his daily karma.
Mother was equally punctual. He too had a habit of getting up at 4 in the morning. She used to complete a lot of work in the morning itself. Whether it was grinding wheat, grinding millet, picking rice or pulses, she used to do all the work herself. While working, the mother used to sing some of her favorite bhajans or Prabhatis. A famous hymn of Narsi Mehta ji is “Jalkamal chandi jaane bala, Swami Amaro Jagshe” that he likes very much. There is also a lullaby, “Shivaji nu halerdu”, mother used to hum it too.
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