Sunday, March 1, 2015


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The Hero of My Story

Nothing really happened in the 80s but with the year 2000 a lot changed... changed really fast. BUT what about the 90s ?

Being a 90s kid I have seen a lot. The world around me spun faster than a cricket ball in Murlitharan's hand. And in all this mayhem if someone held you by your heart and guided you through the rubble of the old simpler world to the sophisticated fast new life deserves to be called  a Hero.

"A Hero is someone who has given his or her life to something other than oneself " - Joseph Campbell

Just like most of the 90s kids my favorite Superheroes were Shaktiman, Chacha Chaudhary and Nagraj but they were literary fantasies and never had the comfort of reality that can affect or shape or even touch the inner core of a kids heart. To cause a "ding" in my life you had to be omnipresent  - be it at my first gasp of breath, my first food, my first word, my first step, my first day at school, my first fight, my first mistake, my first win, my first loss...
You have to be present not only on my good days when I am high on confidence and adrenaline but also on those dark days when I return home wounded and defeated from the battles of life.

The superhero of my life will truly be my Mother. She doesn't have the flying abilities of Superman but a loving pat on my back will send me to the seventh sky; She can't smash things like Hulk but her warm embrace can break apart every fear within my heart.

My Mother has always been a driving force in my Life. She herself couldn't read but her lap was my first school and she my best teacher. I still remember sitting in her lap having my first lessons of  Etiquette, Morality, Family, Society and Life. She taught me my first alphabets, held my hand for my first letter and outlined my first drawing. Whatever I write, read or say are because of those few alphabets, those few words and those few lines.

Early dawn be it summer, winter or rain, she was the first one up, lighting up those coal "chullahs", preparing my food, getting me ready to school, dropping me off and bringing me back from my bus-stop, lovingly asking me about my day at school, massaging my legs, preparing my bed and putting me to sleep. She toiled hard so that my childhood was not lost and I could enjoy all the pleasures of life. 

Now I am 26, a working professional but in the eyes of my mother my age is just an exaggerated number. My daily routine might have changed a lot but not my mother's love, and care. In those beautiful eyes I can still see the same spark for me which was 20 years back, the same care when I return tired from work and the same pain when I am worried about something. A warm hug (jaadu ki jhappi) from my mother still inspires me and my worries fly away.

"Utarne hi nahi deti koi Aafat; meri Maa ki Duwaon ne Aasman ko rok rakkha hai"
(Any kind of problem doesn't reach me; My Mother's prayers has stopped the sky from falling down)

How about you - Has anyone guided and encouraged you to grow into a better, more self-reliant person ?

# HDFCLIFE #MyFamilyMyPride - Apno Ko Apne Dum Pe Jeena Sikhao

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