Monday, April 20, 2009

indus ladies a mothers day blog contest entry


She felt a tingle in her spine,


It was a pain that brought a smile on her face,


She wondered at the stages that the lifeform within her underwent,


From a single cell to its eventual growth as her successor,


She felt a delight that she could never explain,


A prayer would go out everytime she thought of that weird form of muscle and tissue,


The scan that she saw felt that it wasn't yet a reflection of anyone in her lost family,


However, she knew that it would be enough if it carried some bit of her beliefs and values,


Why would she have to sacrifice two of her ribs,if it weren't for the beauty and absolute divinity of childbirth?


In a conversation between the people she worked for Lalitha overheard that women were short of a pair of ribs in the spine because of this wonderful miracle.


She was a house maid who didn't have any support from her husband. He owned his own auto, but was lecherous and demanding in his ways. She feared the influence he would have on her child and avoided being in his presence.


The reality of her existence remained in the hope for her unborn.


Her single minded belief was that the new born would become her purpose and mission in life. Her role today would become meaningless tomorrow as caring for her flesh and blood would take precedence over all her needs. She was willing to let go of all her possessions just to ensure the happiness of this unborn child.


She knew that the path ahead had many sacrifices and pain that she had to endure.Pain she was well accustomed to. The changes she felt within her as the baby grew, the unpredictable feelings of elation and sadness, the hopelesness of poverty,the uncontrollable vomiting, the need to talk and hold hands with people she cared for were just the first few signs of this pain.
She chose to ignore it.
She wanted to have and do all the normal stuff that expecting mothers did.
She ate all that she could find to ensure that the growing unborn would end up being healthy. She had even stolen some money from her husband to get a scan done to feel the vibrations of the baby. She wanted to feel one with her true self through this baby, and she promised herself each day that she will do all in her power to give the little one all that she craved for, but never got - a shelter, hot meals, a school to go to.
She worked harder and harder each day, hoping that she would save as much as she could to ensure that her dream of becoming a nurse would become a reality through this child.She loved the purity of that white uniform and the utter selflessness of the role of a nurse.


She would spend her free time in temples, listening to the wisdom of ancient chants as she had heard that unborns who heard chants and readings from the Geeta would end up being wiser after they were born.


She tried to listen to the broken radio and many a times covered her broken down walls with color paper to make the unborn feel the vibrations of a vibrant colorful life. She would sit and gaze at stars in the night trying to remember fairy tales and stories that she vaguely remembered.


She watched the ramblings in her stomach and often spoke incomprehensibly in her sleep as she felt the days tumble towards the probable date of delivery.


She had one wish before she headed into labor -wanted to head to the beach to make the baby familiar with the beauty of the sun and the sea- she wanted to talk to it about nature's elements and its benefits.


In the daze of expectation she became impervious to the approaching car - the headlights of which possibly reminded her of intense suffering stars.


The papers next day had a small column in page five about a probable drunken driver who had mowed a pregnant homeless woman on the beach front road.

12 comments:

Phoenixritu said...

Hi, I loved your entry for the competition. All the best

kaaya's said...

thank u Ritu for your encouraging words...looks like I have found another wonderful blog to follow...

Anonymous said...

Thank you so much Harsha Goolya for sharing.Wish you n all a joyful Mother's day beforehand.

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Phoenixritu said...

You havent linked it up to the competition announcement. Please do that asap

Anonymous said...

Kaavya,

Very moving tale. Excellent narration.
Best of luck for the competition.

SeethaHari

InfiniteHopes said...

Dear Harsha,
With this post, you have conveyed so well that mothers - in all walks of life - have the same aspirations. That is to give a healthy & happy life to their child. I wish the end wasn't sad... but still very well written!
-IH

Aira said...

Hi Kaaya,

I read your blog. Its nice!

Here's mine: Do check it out and comment if u like it.

http://airakesh.blogspot.com/2009/04/mothers-day-blog-contest.html


Regards,
Aira

Phoenixritu said...

Just add this link at the bottom of your blog entry

http://www.indusladies.com/forums/blogs/phoenixritu/mothers-day-competition-1717/

Anonymous said...

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Ashberry said...

Hmm...very touchy..very you,good one.All the Best.

Nagesh said...

very nice blog!!

Phoenixritu said...

Harsha mail me your address in India at phoenixritu at yahoo dot com for sending you your prize