Help Me Dear Readers And Fellow Bloggers :)

This is regarding the earlier post I wrote about the Flower selling PaatiFor those who did not have time to read the entire post, here is the gist.

At Palarivattom, Cochin, I saw a paati selling flowers. She looked very old and tired. I bought some flowers from her and started a conversation. Over two visits, I got to know that both her sons passed away. Her husband was sick when I spoke to her the first time. However, in my next visit, she told me that he too had passed.

My Flower Seller Paati
My Flower Seller Paati

She has some debts that sum up to Rs. 10000 to be repaid. And hence, she traveled all the way from Coimbatore to Cochin on Sundays and Thursdays and sold flowers. At an age when she needs to be cared for, she was getting baked under the sun.

When I asked her contact details, she said she did not have a phone and asked me to lend her a old handset if I had any. I told her that I would inform her about the same. She also told me about how she got her eyes checked and didn’t have the money to buy spectacles.

To read the full story, click HERE.

My questions:

  1. I decided to get her a phone. But I was wondering about the SIM card. Since she is travelling a lot, there is a chance of her losing the SIM. If I am to get it in my name, I believe that would be a huge risk. Do I have any other alternative (In case she has no IDs)?
    For those concerned, I just want to help her out. She travels alone and apparently has no close relatives, I am worried. For those who think I’m crazy, you may ignore this post.
  2. I would like to collect some fund and help her repay her debt (At least a portion of it). Do you think it is possible through my blog?

For the skeptical ones:

When I was on the hunt for a good handset, a friend asked me,
“You just spoke to her once and believed whatever she said?”

I believe many of you might have that question too.

Firstly, I don’t believe that any mother would make up a story about her children’s death.

Secondly, she is a very old lady who is working hard. Assuming that she wasn’t truthful about any of the above, I don’t lose anything by giving her a phone. But on the other hand, if she was genuine, I would be helping her somehow. I am only helping someone trying to help herself.

Regarding the fund, again, let us assume she is making up a story. I buy stuff online frequently. Things that aren’t a necessity for me. For an old lady who works to make ends meet, I could sacrifice a top and lend her that money. That is not a great loss for me. But, it would be a great help for her. Whether her story is true or not, she needs the money more than me. If there are people who think like me, they may contribute. There would be no pressure. 🙂

The Guiding Light in my Family

What do you understand by growing into a better and more self-reliant person? I believe it is about:

  • Understanding our capabilities,
  • The shortcomings that pull us away from our capabilities and,
  • Finding out methods to overcome those shortcomings.

When we have the right guidance, when there is a hand holding and guiding us, it becomes much easier. For instance, as a little child, I was always shy and timid, but had many talents. If not for the right guidance, I would still be at my home, scared to venture into anything and be dissatisfied with my life. It all had to begin with removing that timidness and instilling the confidence within me.

My first inspiration is always my Mother. She is independent, smart, brave and knows almost about everything. We used to live in the interiors of the town and Amma was the first lady to ride a scooter there. Everyone knew her, if not by her name, by the caption, ‘the lady with the scooter’.

She knew my talents. She knew that I had a flair in music, in drawing, art and craft, in writing etc. From I was a child, she used to take me for all those tuitions and extra activities, wait until my classes got over and took me back home. But after a point of time, she knew that it was time for the baby bird to fly on her own. She was so independent that she wanted me to be so too. That is how she asked me to go on my own for my tuition, music lessons, drawing classes, sometimes to school when I missed the bus. At a very early age, unlike my other classmates, I felt comfortable travelling by bus. I was proud of myself.

This was followed by her teaching me how to ride the scooter. She didn’t have to try much, for I was a fast learner. Years after that, when I joined the article-ship firm, I was the first female in my office to come by scooter, stay late during the peak seasons for work and go for out audits in my scooter. Soon, others followed pursuit and the shed had an equal number of bikes & scooters.

Some of the guys in my office asked me,
“It must be difficult for you right? You don’t have a brother. So, you will have to go for buying the groceries and paying the bills. At home, I am the one who takes care of running around. I give no trouble to my sisters.”
But that wasn’t how I thought of it. There was one time when I went to purchase a month’s supply for home. I had about 5-6 bags which I couldn’t bring on my own in my scooter. I left my scooter in the supermarket, flagged an auto, went home, left the bags there, came back in the same auto, picked my scooter and got back home. I felt proud.

Sometimes, when I saw some of my colleagues, I was glad I wasn’t them. One of them had to go to a place barely 4Kms away for work purpose. Since her dad dropped her off and picked her up always, she had no idea how to go. It did not end there. She wasn’t willing to try going on her own, she wasn’t willing to listen to any directions, created so much of a raucous that the entire office knew about it. I won’t blame her. I would have been the same had I been in her place.

Had I been in a conservative environment, or if my mother wasn’t my mother, I’d not have been who I am now. She sensed my talents, helped them grow and after a point, she taught me how to nurture them and let me find my path. 🙂

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For our Supermom!

It’s been a while since I have been thinking of writing this- The most beautiful & never ending tale of a mother 🙂

If asked to talk about their mother, every child would think, ‘Where to begin?’, because I have no idea where my memories of her began. But if I were asked to sum up my mom in one word, it would be ‘Supermom!’ And my sister would agree with that too.

Right from when I was a kid, if I needed to fix anything, the first thought that came to my mind was ‘Amma could do it. I’ll wait for her to come.’ She is like a magic potion. With time, the thought was spontaneous.

Since I started using , I have the crazy habit of venturing into new roads & discovering new paths (which I – later realised -had inherited from my mom). If, at any point of time I lost my way, I’d stop my lavy, pick up my phone and dial my mom’s number and she’d show me the way out. If I get stuck in a problem, I’d call her, she’d tell me the mantra and then I’m out. Sometimes, she just tells me ‘Give me some time; I’ll get back to you.’ And the next call from her will mean that she has magically fixed it. Amma! How do you do that!? :O

My sister here says, ‘I always ask for my school project things at the last moment & Amma finally somehow oppikals it even if it’s too late! Everytime! She must be upgraded to ‘Mega Super mom’ I feel’ 😛

Her colleagues too have the same impression about her. Every work that she takes up, is beyond perfect, is always appreciated and when it comes to organizing anything at her office, my supermom is always in charge! (Yeah I’m really proud of her). 😀 I always dream of being her. As perfect and confident, magically conjuring up solutions, the spontaneous presence of mind, myriad ideas and skills. Talking about skills, she is superb at art – stone works, paintings, gravel work, garment designing etc and so we definitely had our more than fair share of ‘mom touch’ in our projects ;).

When it comes to being mom, like every mother, even my mom had her ups and downs bringing me up. When I look back, I have been to music classes, spiritual (bal vikas) classes, guitar classes (I sucked at it), painting classes (Got a funny story there 😀 Will say some other time), tuitions, sai samiti for bhajans etc. I really do not know how she managed to take me everywhere in spite of having her share of workload, tensions & worries. I am given the best education a student could get, I am given the maximum freedom a girl could get (And I have never misused it) and lots of love a child could get.

Our relationship has been very much transparent. Being the good & obedient child I am (Seriously!), my mom exactly knows what I want. And she gives it to me. If at some point of time, she refuses any of my requests, I pressurise her no further because my mom’s ‘No’ is valuable. It means danger and for all the ‘Yes’ I have got so far, a ‘No’ doesn’t hurt. It isn’t further questioned. 🙂

And sometimes, we become her mom too. We scold her if she doesn’t listen to us and scold her more if she talks back :P. Like the other day, she had been ill and she wanted to go for work. We forbade her and she spoke back & I got all the more angry. But anyway she went :|. She’s not so good at being our daughter :P. Mom, you should improve there. 😀

Since last month, my sister & I were planning about what to give her for mother’s day. We- as usual- wanted it to be special. So we thought of the mugs printed with our photos & writings which we ourselves could design in Zoomin, but the time for placing orders had lapsed. Then we thought of certain other things by when I fell ill yesterday. We decided to buy it today, but after attending a marriage & classes, my illness has increased and as usual, our ideas didn’t work out. Finally, we settled for this.

Dear Amma, we wanted to give you something special- something that we made or that would tell how special you are to us. Something that would last long, that you can always keep and that which always reminds you of us. That you could show someone and say, ‘That was given to me by my daughters’. This is one such a thing. These are our feelings. It is very very very difficult to express what you mean to us. I am literally teary eyed while writing this now but these words can’t show them. I mean to say that words are limited to show you what is in our mind. But you will always be special & ever loved. You are our wealth worth the biggest number for which we need not pay any tax :D. We love you so much.