Mother, My Mother
Read: A Sister, my sister
you, for all the condolence messages that you all so lovingly
sent, on the loss of my mother.
received an email message, whose author, was not
sending you some parts that specially touched my heart.
message stated that God spent a lot of time making a mother,
because she had to have 6 pairs of hands and a kiss that could
cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart.
also had to have 3 pairs of eyes.
pair in the front of her head, one in the back and one, to see
through closed doors.
had to be made soft, but tough, with the capacity to endure
and accomplish tremendous things…
angel who was overlooking noticed a leak.
assured him, that it was not a leak but a tear.
tear to express her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her
disappointment, her loneliness, her grief, and her
mother was made to have strengths that would amaze men. She
was made, to carry hardships, carry burdens but she would hold
happiness, love and joy.
would smile when she would want to scream. She would sing when
she would want to cry.
would go without new shoes so that her children could have
them. Mothers would love unconditionally.
come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes.
do more than give birth. They bring joy and hope. They give
compassion and ideals. Women have a lot to say…
you like to hear about my mother, through the following words?
so, read on!
MOTHER, Mrs. LAJWANTI JAMNADAS KHIANI
mother and I had a very strong Karmic connection.
lost my father when I was very young.
sister, being older to me by 7 years, got married at an early
age and stayed overseas.
I was a young teen-ager, I lived in Spain.
outlook and thoughts were totally western.
could not meet my classmates in discussion when they wondered
aloud, how Hindus could be so pagan as to worship cows,
monkeys and elephants
my sister got married, my mother decided that I needed to be
introduced to our rich Indian heritage.
I returned to India, confused.
mother was deeply religious. She spent most of her time going
for Spiritual discourses. She would not leave me alone at
home, hence we would strike a deal.
I went with her for a religious gathering, she would allow me
to go somewhere I enjoyed.
the Spiritual discourses that I was made to attend, my mind
would wander to whatever was fancying me at the moment.
somehow, somewhere, sometimes a sentence would find its way
into my intellect. Questions within me would surface.
Initially the questions overflowed, probably to argue, to
prove myself right. But as I came across scholars in front of
whom my arguments seemed to have not a chance, I realized the
Ocean of Wisdom that Hinduism is.
Ishtdeva was Krishna, but she had deep faith in the Guru
would sing with devotion at Janmashtami and Radhashtami
functions, and pay my respects to the Guru.
I grew in the company of Krishna and under the benign Grace of
the great Gurus.
you mummy, for being the instrument in instilling a spiritual
interest in me.
was extremely independent. She lived alone after my marriage.
I say alone? No way! She would spend time, traveling to the
abodes of the various Deities, be it, in the lofty Himalayas
or in Southern Bharat-Desh.
did all these prayers and rituals make her superstitious and
Love and Faith in her life were paramount
always, concentrated and thanked the Lord for the glass
half-full, rather than it being half-empty.
you mummy, for giving me the gift, of learning to be grateful,
and the capacity to love, despite odds!
helped me nurse my children through their various childhood
children teasingly called her the night nurse.
you mummy for being a great mom and Big-mama!
last years of her life, she withdrew into herself.
was not sure, whether the above, was a spiritual method to
reduce her attachments and desires, until a Spiritual Giant,
described her condition as Sahaj Samaadhi.
did not trouble me, in the last 7 years that she stayed with
was troubled however, by watching her go, through the
inevitable difficulties of old age. But she bore them with
told me that I (should not fret as I) had done my best, and
she expressed the desire of moving on.
Good bye mummy,
you, for being my mother, my friend, my Guide.
we meet again, fare you well!
(My maiden name)
27 August 2002
have visited the site after a long time and just found out
about the loss of your mother. I believe she was a great
person because her love and devotion shines through you. God
rest her soul in peace and may her love forever guide you
I WAS TOUCHED BY YOUR REQUEST OF YOUR MOTHERS HEALTH. YOU ASK
FOR A PRAYER ON HER BEHALF. SINCE SHE IS A DEVOTEE OF
KRISHNA,THIS IS MY PRAYER ON HER BEHALF:
KESHO KLESH NASHAYA,DUKH NASHAYA MADHVAM,
HARI PAAP NASHAYA,
--O LORD IN THE NAME OF KESHO YOU REMOVE ALL AFFLICTIONS, IN
THE NAME OF MADHAVA YOU REMOVE ALL SUFFERINGS AND PAINS,IN THE
NAME OF HARI YOU REMOVE ALL BAD KARMAS,IN THE NAME OF GOVINDA
WE OFFER OUR SALUTATIONS TO YOU.
NOTE, I JUST READ YOUR REQUEST. IF IT WAS POSTED A LONG TIME
SISTER MY SISTER
I have only one sibling. An elder sister, who I lost 2 days
ago!(7th April 2006)
Did I really lose her?
I have a lifetime of great memories, which will always remain
And I feel a warm glow everytime I think of them!
She was a wonderful human being and had done nothing (in this
life) to deserve the amount of physical afflictions that life
bestowed on her.
I like to believe that she is free of that cage, we call the
body...and is happy and around me, telling me...See, I am free
and healthy and beautiful...
The last time I told her daughter to give her a hug from me
and to tell her that I love her, she smiled and said to her:
" Tell her I love her too and that I will come to
I listened to the little voice inside my heart, and It did not
let me down!
I managed to go and visit her all the way in Spain when she
was at her best, and was able to recognize me and give me all
the love that we have shared!