Bhookhe bachon ki tasalli ke liye,
Ma ne phir der tak pani pakaya……………
(words from the gazal of The Legend Jagjit Singh)
It was 8.45 pm and I was driving. Admist street lights, in medium traffic, I was busy thinking about my work and probably car was being driven robotically by me. Traffic lights turned red and like others I stopped my car in my lane. As the car stopped, thoughts in my mind took a halt too. Suddenly I thought of changing radio channel and started surfing for my favourite 103.1 fm, the moment channel catches signals, a famous gazal by Master Jagjit Singh broke the silence and monotony of my car, it allured the atmosphere! These were the lines which touched me the most. After listening to these words, I was thinking about mothers and greatness of the mothers in whole.
Ma, Maiya, Mother, Mata, numerous could be he names of the soul, who gives us birth and takes care of our upbringing. The moment we open our eyes in this world, she is the one who presents herself for us. All our needs are catered by her without any demand in return. I remembered a beautiful excerpt from the book, “When God Created Mothers” and the whole story flashed in my mind.
When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said. “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”
And God said, “Have you read the specs on this order?” She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts…all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands.”
The angel shook her head slowly and said. “Six pairs of hands…. no way.”
It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” God remarked, “it’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”
That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel. God nodded.
One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ‘What are you kids doing in there?’ when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. ‘I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word.”
God,” said the angel touching his sleeve gently, “Get some rest tomorrow….”
I can’t,” said God, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick…can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger…and can get a nine-year old to stand under a shower.”
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.
But tough!” said God excitedly. “You can imagine what this mother can do or endure.”
Can it think?”
Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model.”
It’s not a leak,” said the Lord, “It’s a tear.”
What’s it for?”
It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.”
You are a genius, ” said the angel.
Somberly, God said, “I didn’t put it there.”
― Erma Bombeck, When God Created Mothers