Letter To My Mother On Her Birthday !!!

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         As its my mother's birthday today on 10th April, 2010..I have uploaded the most sweetest pic of me and my mother together..The most sweetest and lovely mother I have ever seen...I love you mom a lot..A very very Happy birthday to you..I want to say a lot of things to you and thus as its your birthday today, I have thought of saying little of them here..As you know when I start talking to you I never stop...So as this is blog and there is a certain limitation of length , I'm writing a little...But everything is directly said up by my heart which beats only because of you..for you...and it has only you..


Dear Mum ma,

               10th April- The day I always wait for..because you are born on this date..The most exciting day of the year for me..I'm never excited for my birthday as I am for yours..Have you noticed one thing..My birthday is on 4th Oct i.e. 4-10 and your birthday is on 10-4 ... This happens rarely and it happens only with the most connected mother and son..So my dear mummy ..You have turned 43 today.. A Many Many Happy Returns Of The Day ... Live A Long Long Long and A Happy Life Ahead.. Happy Birthday To You..

               I have never seen a hard-working lady like you..You are short in height..Average in complexion...but a big heart beats within you..I have never seen you sitting in the home doing nothing..You have never given an excuse for not doing your work..I'm not saying this because you are my mother..but I'm saying this because I have seen the mothers of my friends..Not every mother is lazy but many are..I don't know how their mothers are lazy but I'm proud of you that you are a perfect mother and Im the only child of yours..I still remember when I was small in 1st class..You began working with your sewing machine..just because our family was financially weak then...After that..You kept working on this..I'll not call you tailor because you never sat in any shop..I'll call you a housewife who is using her house for money too by working 5 times more than other house-wifes..When I used to be at home at the weekends..I used to get head-ache listening to that awkward and irritating noise of Sewing-machine..But now I think that how you used to manage that noise for the whole day from 8 o clock in the morning to 10 o clock in the evening.How muc irritated you would be listening to it all day..You are great, mom..I also remember when the festivals used to come..and ladies and aunties used to give you uncountable sarees for Piikoo and fall..You used to sit whole night working with that needle and thread..Your fingers used to change their color turning into red first and then in blue but you didn't stopped..Your eyes used to turn red..but still..You used to work till morning 6..and then provide the breakfast to me and my father and then prepare my school-tiffin and then as soon as both of us left house..You used to sit again..I still remember your hard-work you did to raise the family up..

             
                I also remember your good beings as you didn't used to take money from workers because they didn't had so much money to pay..You used to make the bedsheet and small pillows of the new-born babies in our colony and gift them for free..You were so nice and polite...You also made numerous glasses of pickles and provided to your friends free of cost..You made biscuits and many other eatables...You are the best cook I have ever seen..There is no segment of variety left where you will have to utter that I don't know any of the dishes in this category..From North Indian food to South Indian..From Gujarati food to Kolkata one..From Veg foods to Non-vegs..You excel everywhere..You can dance..I remember the craze of ladies to see you dancing on the festival of ladies-Teez..And the way after your dance Everyone used to whistle..I remember everything..You also knew different types of paintings..That is visible from the frames on the walls of our house..You also had a habit of reading that is also visible with your books kept in your drawers..I'm proud of having such a multi-talented mother..We lived in the colony where there were more than 200 ladies and no one was so active as you..One call from anyone and you were at their home helping them for their parties..functions..for any dish if any aunty is trying..You also used to resolve the conflict between the aunties..Everyone loved you..I remember that...

              You also were working as an agent of Post-office..I remember you walking on a sunny after-noon to the post-office and standing in the queue and when your chance came for submitting your work that silly and bloody government postmaster used to shout at you like anything..I was a child then...I didn't had courage to speak up anything but if the same condition would come again..I'll surely love to be in jail for the whole lifetime for killing that post-master..This job of yours showed everyone that you can even do what men can..You were graduate - B.A. passed and you gave the proof of being educated rather than sitting like other ladies in the house and watching daily shops...

                
              When you left the colony where we lived for 15 years..I remember everyone came to leave you and see you for the last time..There was no lady left from the colony who didn't came and had tears in their eyes..This was the effect of you..The Great Sunita Bhabhi as known in the colony..Even my father was recognized because of you..And the most saddest day of our relation was the day when I was going to the hostel for the first time..I still remember the way you kept looking at me with the tears in your eyes till the time I was invisible on the road..I don't know how much you cried after that but I do remember whenever I called you from PCO , you never talked to me..because as soon as you heard my voice..You used to start weeping and then cut the phone just because you didn't wanted me to cry on the phone..But do you know how much was I in pain being far away from you..How much I cried when I slept for the first time on my hostel's bed alone? How much I cried when I ate my first food at my room without you..When I ate the food made by someone else..When I washed my cloth for the first time..When I went to bath and I forgot my towel in my room? I remembered you everytime..Every morning when I used to go to college..and I wanted to touch your feet and kiss you..There was no you all around..Whenever I saw a mother and a small child on the road walking together..I cried with the unmanageable pain in my heart..I missed you so much..I cried so much..And when I came back for the first time from the hostel..I loved you so much..Like I have met the one I was searching from last 1000 years..

                 And today on your birthday, I want to apologize for every pain I gave you..Everytime I said something which ruined your mood and your day and which made you cry..A son is lost in his life when the reason of his mother's tear is he himself..And I have lost in my life..not once but many a times...I remember how you woke all night when I was sick..When I was in depression for the whole two years continuously..I remember how you remembered the time of my doses and tablets..and what I gave you in return..A dangerous life of two years..A fear of your only son trying to commit suicide every minute..I am so bad..But forgive me today for every wrong activities of my life..If a list of the greatest mother of this world will be generated..Your name will surely lie there..And I'm also proud of you for bringing me back to a human's life..Taking me out of the world of depression..This was possible only by you..No doctor was successful..no psychiatrist was successful..But when you took the oath you did it..You bought your son again on the track..Whatever I do today..The first and first credit goes to you..If you wouldn't be there..I wouldn't have passed 12th board..Not have won Mr.Fresher, not have scored good marks in BCA, not have won on traditional day, not have performed on fest and the most important activity of my life..Wouldn't have written blogs..This is all because of you..I love you mom...And now I have nothing to say...Sorry for every tears I gave you..And plz be alive on this earth till the time I don't die...As soon as I'll die , you too come with me other wise I'll miss you a lot again in the world of souls...

                A HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ONCE AGAIN...Keep Smiling and spreading your love all around...I'm Proud of you...Muaaah..Mummy



Yours Most Lovingly and the only son,
Chutku-Veeru-Badmash and all the nouns you use to call me...