February 22, 2008

Mothers...

The writeup below is by Erma Bombeck, whose book 'Motherhood - the second oldest profession', gifted to me by my aunt Yashodhara, made me cry every time I read it, when I was a new mother in the mid-1990s (wow! I have gotten past those tough times!).

There are ever so many writeups about mothers, but I find this the most touching. No, it is not mother's day or anything...I am just posting this here because I remembered Bombeck when my friend Sheel sent me another nice writeup by her. By the way, I don't believe in mother's days...in my opinion, every day is mother's day (or father's day, or friendship day, or whatever). The simple rule is to be nice to every one every day (but markets don't like these simple ideas!).

It really is very tough to be a mother, but it is also the most beautiful thing in the world. I am grateful I have had the opportunity to be one.
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When God created mothers

When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into his sixth day of “overtime” when an angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”
And the Lord said, “Have you read the specs on this order?
- She has to be completely washable, but not plastic;
- Have 180 movable parts... all replaceable;
- Run on black coffee and leftovers;
- Have a lap that disappears when she stands up;
- A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair;
- And six pairs of hands.”
The angel shook her head slowly and said, “Six pairs of hands... no way.”
“It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” said the Lord. “It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”
“That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. “One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ’What are you kids doing in there?’ when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, ’I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word.”
“Lord,” said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, “Go to bed. Tomorrow...”
“I can’t,” said the Lord, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick... can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger... and can get a nine-year-old to stand under a shower.”
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.
“But she’s tough!” said the Lord excitedly. “You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure.”
“Can it think?”
“Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. “There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told You You were trying to push too much into this model.”
“It’s not a leak,” said the Lord. “It’s a tear.”
“What’s it for?”
“It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.”
“You are a genius,” said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. “I didn’t put it there,”.

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*Painting by SUSILOWATI from Lo Ca√ĎaS. She is awesome!

February 11, 2008

I watched him draw!

R.K.Laxman. He is truly one of India's greatest people. When I watched him draw, I felt, this is how God must be creating the world. What power, in that hand! I wanted to touch his feet; tell him how much I admired him.

But I just stood behind him, feeling very humble, and watched.