Mother's love in abundance

Mother's love in abundance

 

My mother is no more but her memories with me is like an in exhaustible wealth. When I look back at the memories of my childhood, a strong image that comes to my mind is that of my mother's loving concern and her benignant smile which only a mother could give- a smile that wiped away the traces of my ordeals . I can understand her concern now as I am in old age being mother of my elderly children.

 

When I was often sick with head-ache I remember my mother's hand gently massaging my fore-head, with in no time, I could get-well by her magical hands. I never forget the comfort of my mother's hand. Now long years passed but the memories of my mother's hands are still lingered in my mind.

 

I often wish she were with me to pat my head in the midst of  my anxiety and tension to get rid of  loneliness and boredom of my tough days and cast away all the fears of my life.

 

My mother's love, her self-confidence and indomitable spirit have indeed, carried me through many moments in life.

 

My mother was truly loved by all her seven children and family members. Her love was in such abundance no child of hers ever felt the dearth.

 

she faced  many emotional battles with much pain and gain in her life of journey but she was delivered out of all her sufferings by the grace of God

 

Today she may not be with me but her memories  are evergreen and ever-lasting. I never forget the hand that rocked my cradle.

 

                                                  Indu Naik

ಅಮ್ಮ-ನನ್ನ ನೆನಪಿನ ಖಜಾನೆ

ಅಮ್ಮ- ನನ್ನ ನೆನಪಿನ ಖಜಾನೆ

 

                ನನ್ನ ತಾಯಿ ಇನ್ನಿಲ್ಲ. ಈಗ ಅವಳು ನನ್ನ ನೆನಪಿನ ಖಜಾನೆ ಮಾತ್ರ. ಈ ತಾಯಿಯ ನೆನಪು ಮೊಗೆದಷ್ಟು ಬಗೆದಷ್ಟು ಖರ್ಚಾಗದ ಖಜಾನೆ. ನಾನು ನನ್ನ ತಾಯಿಯನ್ನು ನೆನೆದಾಗ ಸಹಜವಾದ ಒಂದು ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ನನ್ನ ಮನದಲ್ಲೇಳುತ್ತದೆ. 'ಈ ಅಮ್ಮನಿಗಿಂತ ಬೇರೆ ದೇವರಿದ್ದಾರೇಯೇ?'. ಸಾಧ್ಯವೇ ಇಲ್ಲ.

 

       'ವಿಶ್ವ ಅಮ್ಮನ ದಿನ'ದಂದು ನನ್ನ ತಮ್ಮ ವಾಟ್ಸ ಆಪ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ಮೆಸೇಜ್ ಕಳುಹಿಸಿದ್ದ. "ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲೂ ದೇವರು ಇರಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ. ಹಾಗಾಗಿ ಪ್ರತಿ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲೂ ದೇವರು ಅಮ್ಮನನ್ನು ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಸಿ ದ್ದಾನೆ" ಎಂದು. ಇದು ಅಕ್ಷರ ಸಹ ನಿಜವಾದ ಮಾತು ಅಲ್ವಾ?

 

        ಅಮ್ಮ ಎಂದು ಕರೆಯುವ ಪರಿಕಲ್ಪನೆಗಳು--ಅಮ್ಮ,ಅವ್ವ, ಆಯಿ, ಮಮ್ಮಿ, ಮೊಮ್ ಹೀಗೆ ಬೇರೆಬೇರೆ ಆಗಿರಬಹುದು ಆದರೆ ಆ ತಾಯಿಯ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಅನುಭವ ಅಲೌಕಿಕವಾದದ್ದು.

 

                ಸದಾ ನಮ್ಮೆದುರಿಗೇ ಇದ್ದು ಮಾತನಾಡುವ, ಪ್ರೀತಿ ತೋರಿಸುವ, ಈ   ಭೂಮಿ ಮೇಲೆ ಸಾಕಾರ ರೂಪವಾಗಿ ತಾಯಿ ಇದ್ದಾಳೆ. ಭೂಮಿಯಷ್ಟೇ ಸಹನೆ -ವುಳ್ಳವಳು. ಆ ತಾಯಿಯಷ್ಟು ತ್ಯಾಗ ಮಾಡುವ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿ ಮತ್ತೊಬ್ಬರಿಲ್ಲ. ನಮಗೆ ಯಾವುದೇ ರೀತಿಯ ನೋವಾದಾಗಲೆಲ್ಲ 'ಅಮ್ಮ' ಎನ್ನುವ ಶಬ್ದ ನಮ್ಮರಿವಿಲ್ಲದೇ ನಮ್ಮಿಂದ ಹೊರಡುತ್ತದೆ ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ತಾಯಿಯ ಕರುಳು ಕತ್ತರಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಹುಟ್ಟಿಬಂದ ಕಾರಣವೇ ಆಗಿದೆ.

 

                 ಅಂದೊಂದು ದಿನ   ಚೀನಿ ಭಾಷೆಯ ಅತಿ ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಕಥೆ ಓದಿದಾಗ ನನಗೆ ದುಃಖ ಉಮ್ಮಳಿಸಿ ಬಂದಿತ್ತು. " ಒಬ್ಬ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿ ತನ್ನನ್ನು ಇಷ್ಟಪಟ್ಟವರನ್ನು ಮೆಚ್ಚಿಸಲು ತನ್ನತಾಯಿಯ ಹೃದಯವನ್ನು ಕತ್ತರಿಸಿ ಎರಡು ಕೈ ಬೊಗಸೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಆ ಹೃದಯವನ್ನು ಹಿಡಿದು ದಾರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ನಡೆದು ಹೋಗುವಾಗ ಕಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ಕಾಲು ತಡವರಿಸಿ ಕೆಳಗೆ ಬಿದ್ದಾಗ, ತಕ್ಷಣವೇ ತಾಯಿಯ ಹೃದಯ ಕೇಳುತ್ತದೆ. 'ಮಗನೆ, ಕಾಳಜಿ ಪೆಟ್ಟಾಯಿತೇ?' ಎಂದು.

 

ಇದು ನಂಬಲರ್ಹವಾದ  ಕಥೆಯೋ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ ಆದರೂ ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ಅಡಗಿದ ಆ ತಾಯಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿಗೆ ಬೆಲೆ ಕಟ್ಟಲಾದೀತೇ? ಹಾಗಾಗಿ ತಾಯಿಯ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಸಂಜೀವಿನಿಯಂತೆ.

 

     'ಜನನಿ ಜನ್ಮಭುಮಿಶ್ಚ್ ಸ್ವರ್ಗಾದಪಿ ಗರಿಯಸೆ" ಜನನಿ ಮತ್ತು ಜನ್ಮಭೂಮಿ ಸ್ವರ್ಗಕ್ಕಿಂತಲೂ ಮೇಲು ಎನ್ನುವುದು ಜಗಜ್ಜಾಹಿರವಾದದ್ದು.

'ಕಟ್ಟು-ನಿಟ್ಟಿನ ಶಿಸ್ತಿನ ಸಿಪಾಯಿಯಂತಿದ್ದ ತಂದೆ ಶಂಕರ,
ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಮಮತೆಯನ್ನೇ ಧಾರೆ ಎರೆದ ತಾಯಿ ಮನೋರಮ
ಆರು ಹೆಣ್ಣು-ಒಂದು ಗಂಡು ಇವರ ತುಂಬು ಕುಟುಂಬ
ಬೆಳೆಸಿದರೆಲ್ಲರ ಮೇಲೆ ಹರಿಸಿ ತಮ್ಮ ಸಮಾನ ಬಿಂಬ.'

  ಈ ಒಂದು ನುಡಿ ಸಾಕು ನಮ್ಮನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ತಾಯಿ ಒಂದಿನಿತು ಬೇಧವೆಣಿಸದೆ ಸರಿ-ಸಮಾನರಾಗಿ ಹೇಗೆ ಬೆಳೆಸಿದ್ದರು ಎಂದು.

 

    ನನ್ನ ತಾಯಿ ನಮಗೆಲ್ಲ ಜನ್ಮ ಕೊಟ್ಟು, ಆರೈಕೆ ಮಾಡಿ, ಅಕ್ಷರ ಕಲಿಸಿ, ಅವರವರ ಸಾಮರ್ಥ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ತಕ್ಕಂತೆ ಬೆಳೆಸಿ, ನಮ್ಮ  ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸಿಗಾಗಿ ಶ್ರಮವಹಿಸಿ ತನ್ನಇಡೀ ಜೀವನವನ್ನು ತ್ಯಾಗ ಮಾಡಿದವಳು. ಅವಳ ಸರಿಸಮಾನ ಯಾರೂ ಇಲ್ಲ ಯಾವುದೂ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಆ ತಾಯಿಯ ಋಣ ತಿರಿಸಲಸಾಧ್ಯ.

 

   "ವಿಶ್ವ ಅಮ್ಮನ ದಿನ" ದ ಪ್ರತೀಕವಾಗಿ ನನ್ನ ಅಮ್ಮನ ಸಿಹಿ ನೆನಪಿನ ಬುತ್ತಿಯಿಂದ ಹೊರ ಬಂದ ಕೆಲವೇಕೆಲವು ವಾಕ್ಯಗಳಿವು.

 

  ಜಗತ್ತಿನಾದ್ಯಂತ ಎಲ್ಲ ಮಕ್ಕಳಿಗೂ ತಾಯಿಯ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ದೊರೆಯಲಿ ಎಂದು ಆಶಿಸುತ್ತೇನೆ.

                       

                                  Indu Naik

 

 

 

Kumta - Onion-a special kind

Kumta-Onion- a special kind

 

 

Every year my children from

 abroad remind me to buy onions either in the month of March, April or May. They call those oni0ns specially "Kumta Onions" known for typical taste and colour. We get such onions mostly in Alvekodi or V annalli in Kumta.

 

Heaps and heaps of  bunches of onions pink purple and white color are seen in the temporary sheds at a distance on either sides of main road ready for sale that attracts public attention.

 

People moving up and down are attracted by these onions they stop their vehicles and buy how much they want. We see such lovable and attractive scene in Kumta during these months. My brother comes from Ankola and buys a lot of onions for him and sends to others at different places.

Kumta is known for cultivating sweet flavored onions.my children identify it as 'kumta onion'. It is called 'sweet onion', 'salad onion'. My children like it for raw-consumption. It is best suited for salads, sandwitches and 'vegetable raita'.
It is very tastey when it is cooked with shell-fish like prawns or 'balachu' when my children were here they liked very much to eat such preparation. They never forgot 'balachina sukka' with chapathi that's
 mouth-watering , munching feeling happy, dancing on one leg which was common scene  when they were here.

Every year my husband takes me by his car, we both go to Alvekodi or Vannalli to buy onions. Traditionally onions are stored in hanging bunches and they can be preserved upto many months together.

Onion- vender says that loose, sandy coastal soil of Kumta is good for growing onions. Such sweet onions are grown in small patches in fields but not much attention is given to onion growers. I f they are provided good facilities they can cultivate in plenty.

Anyway its flavor is unique. If once you taste it you'll be fascinated.



                          Indu naik






 

Earthquake---the monster disaster

Earthquake-the monster disaster

 

All around the world natural calamities like earthquakes, hurricanes, volcanoes are waiting to strike like a  time bomb to explode and one such violent disaster took place in Nepal last Saturday.

It's a natural calamity. How furious and terrific it was, not only me, the whole globe is aware of that for non-stop news have been published and telecasted day-to-day happenings, deaths, reliefs, survivors  likewise a lot and lot of in-formations  regarding our neighboring country- these days.

The country has been devastated  by quake and in this hour of calamity rescue, relief and rehabilitation has become a logistical nightmare. 

 It is really heart rendering to know that thousands and thousands of people died and a great no. of people are out in the air, became homeless, no roof over their heads, lakhs were injured and caused heavy damage, sought international aids.

Even our country has stretched hand forward to help and relief might be pouring in from across the globe but rebuilding the country may be an uphill task.

I burst into tears when I read touching stories from quake epicenter..."Father just buried, mother just buried, sister just buried, we have no shelter, no food and all the bodies are scattered around.."  these were the painful screaming of survivors.

"..There is nothing left to go back to, everything destroyed, everything was moving and smashed apart.."
"..Before earthquake, there were 150 houses in the village now the village is not seen and there is nothing left.." 

"Most of the victims are still buried under debris, those rescued scramble for food" 
Despairingly,  people moaned with groan.

When I read these with a torturing feeling, I voiced myself, "Oh my God, is there any other hell than this?"
"How can they be consoled"?

God only should bless them with firm inner strength and indomitable spirit.

I am amazed to know about the survivors in the disaster.
 " A miraculous pullout of a 15year old boy alive of a rumble of seven story-building or a four year old baby was pulled out alive "

 When numerous death took place, how come these survivors escaped from the merciless hands of "Death" ?
If anybody asks such query to people like me in mass, we simply stand stupefied or else slowly nod our heads from left to right, breathing-puffing like pulling lower-lip slowly forward wearing an awkward position of our face, showing empty-minded that's meaningless!

If we ask bit intelligent people, they say 'it's a matter of luck'

If we ask so-called learned people , they begin the 'Karma-philosophy' with their stress of Ego and Anger which never be understood.

Anyway it's a mystery of Nature that cannot be predicted.  Nature is our mother.  If  mother nature gets angry, all become helpless. No one could standstill. Nothing can be done to stop Nature's fury.

It's true ! the real care for our environmental problem, is to understand that it's our prime duty to work to salvage mother Nature.


                             Indu Naik