On this mother’s day, I cannot stop but think about the prominence of the mother and the motherly figures around us, doing what they are best at; “making us feel safe” from a world that can be so ugly and unsympathetic at times. I tend to use “ente amme” (oh! Mother) to express shock or surprise instead of the usual OMG!! Or Ayyo!!
During a time when headlines on violence committed against women seem to increase day by day, I feel so blessed to have grown up under the shadow of motherly love that has nourished the feminist in me.
Legend has it that the invincibility of the lord of Lanka depended on the sanctity of his queen Lady Mandodari. Angadha, the monkey was given the task to rape her and ensure Ravana’s defeat in the battle.
“So you are the Son of Ruma, only her son could do such a thing” said Mandodari, as she stabbed herself to death with a dragger (Lankalakshmi, C.N Sreekantan Nair). Those words must have shocked him and brought him back to his senses for sure. Angadha must have died of remorse about attempting to do such a thing later. But Angadha raised by the mothers of Kishkintha in “Ooru Kaaval” by Sarah Joseph can never do such a thing for he has seen the world through the eyes of his mothers, and possibly will disown the Ram of Ayodhya for the sake of the abandoned Seetha.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Every Day Is Mother's Day
My best friend once remarked “dude, I’m not your mother, you should do it yourself”, when i kept on pestering her with too much things. Then I suddenly realised that I tend to seek and cherish the motherly side of all the females in my life more than anything else.
This is perhaps due to the influence of the three wonderful ladies who raised me. Amma, Ammamma and Shobanechi are the most important pieces of the jigsaw that was my childhood. They became audience to my childish blabbering with patience, fed me while I was hungry, taught me with stories and played with me like friends.
It doesn’t matter that I do not fit into that small attic under the staircase to play hide and seek or that I’m too far away to come home every afternoon for a mouth-watering lunch of rice mixed with fresh coconut “chammandi” and curd. I cannot stop needing them.
On this mother’s day, I cannot stop but think about the prominence of the mother and the motherly figures around us, doing what they are best at; “making us feel safe” from a world that can be so ugly and unsympathetic at times. I tend to use “ente amme” (oh! Mother) to express shock or surprise instead of the usual OMG!! Or Ayyo!!
During a time when headlines on violence committed against women seem to increase day by day, I feel so blessed to have grown up under the shadow of motherly love that has nourished the feminist in me.
Legend has it that the invincibility of the lord of Lanka depended on the sanctity of his queen Lady Mandodari. Angadha, the monkey was given the task to rape her and ensure Ravana’s defeat in the battle.
“So you are the Son of Ruma, only her son could do such a thing” said Mandodari, as she stabbed herself to death with a dragger (Lankalakshmi, C.N Sreekantan Nair). Those words must have shocked him and brought him back to his senses for sure. Angadha must have died of remorse about attempting to do such a thing later. But Angadha raised by the mothers of Kishkintha in “Ooru Kaaval” by Sarah Joseph can never do such a thing for he has seen the world through the eyes of his mothers, and possibly will disown the Ram of Ayodhya for the sake of the abandoned Seetha.
On this mother’s day, I cannot stop but think about the prominence of the mother and the motherly figures around us, doing what they are best at; “making us feel safe” from a world that can be so ugly and unsympathetic at times. I tend to use “ente amme” (oh! Mother) to express shock or surprise instead of the usual OMG!! Or Ayyo!!
During a time when headlines on violence committed against women seem to increase day by day, I feel so blessed to have grown up under the shadow of motherly love that has nourished the feminist in me.
Legend has it that the invincibility of the lord of Lanka depended on the sanctity of his queen Lady Mandodari. Angadha, the monkey was given the task to rape her and ensure Ravana’s defeat in the battle.
“So you are the Son of Ruma, only her son could do such a thing” said Mandodari, as she stabbed herself to death with a dragger (Lankalakshmi, C.N Sreekantan Nair). Those words must have shocked him and brought him back to his senses for sure. Angadha must have died of remorse about attempting to do such a thing later. But Angadha raised by the mothers of Kishkintha in “Ooru Kaaval” by Sarah Joseph can never do such a thing for he has seen the world through the eyes of his mothers, and possibly will disown the Ram of Ayodhya for the sake of the abandoned Seetha.
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