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Birthday Celebrations - For Whom
All of us celebrate our birthday. Birthday is a very special day in the life of an individual. We party with our friends and relatives. But in all the hullabaloo we tend to forget the most important individual - MOTHER. She is the person resonsible for our existence and who underwent pain for nine months to give birth to the child. She spent sleepless nights so that the child can sleep peacefully. She sacrificed a lot - whether it be her career, money, etc for proper upbringing of the child. Hence, on birthdays, we should never forget our mother. Rather for the child, on his/her birthday celebration, mother should be the most important person. The child's birthday should be cdelebrated as "Mother's Day".
I am reminded of a birthday celebration of a friend of mine, Naresh (name changed). Naresh is a senior executive in a MNC at Hyderabad. He had hosted a big party at his Banjara Hill residence, where he had invited a number of his friends, senior executives of his company and the IT sector and senior bureacrats of the government. His old mother had come all the way from Delhi to celebrate his birthday. However, when I reached his home, I did not find her in the party. I asked Naresh where his mother was. "She is in her room", he said in an indifferent manner. "But she should have been here", I said. "No, she will get bored since she does not know anyone here", Naresh said.
I went to his mother's room which was on the first floor. I found her sitting near the window watching the celebrations from behind the curtain. "Auntie", I said, "why don't you come and join the pary for sometime?". She looked at me, as if trying to figure out an answer. Then she said "No, I do not know English and would not be able to talk to the educated people there. I am fine here". I could sense the pain and agony in her voice and eyes as she uttered these words. She had travelled 2000 kms to be with her son on his birthday, but she could not travel the last 10 meters to be by his side. She watched the celebrations as a mute spectator, sometimes smiling and sometimes tears flowed down her cheeks.
I am reminded of a birthday celebration of a friend of mine, Naresh (name changed). Naresh is a senior executive in a MNC at Hyderabad. He had hosted a big party at his Banjara Hill residence, where he had invited a number of his friends, senior executives of his company and the IT sector and senior bureacrats of the government. His old mother had come all the way from Delhi to celebrate his birthday. However, when I reached his home, I did not find her in the party. I asked Naresh where his mother was. "She is in her room", he said in an indifferent manner. "But she should have been here", I said. "No, she will get bored since she does not know anyone here", Naresh said.
I went to his mother's room which was on the first floor. I found her sitting near the window watching the celebrations from behind the curtain. "Auntie", I said, "why don't you come and join the pary for sometime?". She looked at me, as if trying to figure out an answer. Then she said "No, I do not know English and would not be able to talk to the educated people there. I am fine here". I could sense the pain and agony in her voice and eyes as she uttered these words. She had travelled 2000 kms to be with her son on his birthday, but she could not travel the last 10 meters to be by his side. She watched the celebrations as a mute spectator, sometimes smiling and sometimes tears flowed down her cheeks.
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