Showing posts with label Mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mother. Show all posts
Friday, October 12, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Monday, June 6, 2011
Today is my mother's death anniversary
*भूप्रदक्षिण षट्केन काशीयात्रायुतेन वा।*
*सेतुस्नानशतैर्यच्च तत्फलं मातृवन्दनात्॥*
*सुभषितशतकत्रयं*
*bhūpradakṣiṇa ṣaṭkena kāśīyātrāyutena vā|*
*setusnānaśatairyacca tatphalaṁ mātṛvandanāt||*
*subhaṣitaśatakatrayaṁ*
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ഭുപ്രദക്ഷിണഷട്ട്കേന കാശിയാത്രായുതേന വാ
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*സേതുസ്നാനശതയ്ര്യച്ച തത്ഫലം മാതൃവന്ദനാത്*
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*The punyas which one can gain by going around the entire earth in pradakshina, or by visiting the holy city of Kaashi ten thousand times, or by taking bath in the ramasethu ghatta thousands of times, can be easily earned by a person who will respectfully offers his pranams to his mother.*
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*True, all philosophers of east and west, all followers of many "isms" and
theories, would find themselves stranded miles short when they venture to
define the phenomenon called mother. It is noble femininity at its
sublimest. Nothing in this world or in other places known or unknown can
find us a greater acquisition than our own mothers.. It is not without
thought that we compare our land with mother, the holy cow with mother, the
goddess with mother...but mother can be a standard for comparison for many
others things, but what is the yardstick for measuring the greatness of
motherhood.*
Above matter contributed by Mr. K.N. Ramesh
Harisankar said...- where was this photo taken?
Harisankar said...- I have digitized photos most of my mothers family. from the time of her grandfather etc
hvaidya said...This photo was taken at Chola Sheraton Kokata on the eve of my son's marriage reception. My mother is toasting in style for the happiness of the couple with "Apple" juice.
- Anonymous said...
- Dear Sir Sri Vaithinathan Hariharan Your mother is a special woman and no one can take her place. A face that is always on your mind, a smile you have seen a million times. One last battle your mother could not fight. The day was long and then night then morning you knew that your mother soon would be gone. You clasped your mother's hand hand so warm in your hand realising soon it would be out of time. To stay with you your mother fought so hard, a million pieces went your heart, now a photo you look at to see your mother smile. You keep your mother's video that you watch to hear your mother's voice, this you do.... you have no choice. But great memories you will always keep with you, your love in your heart for eternity, you never got to say goodbye. With warm regards ravi
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Do you know ?
Do you know?
a human body can bear only upto 45 Del (unit) of pain.
But at the time of giving birth, a woman feels upto 57 Del of Pain.
This is similar to 20 bones getting fractured at a time!!!!
LOVE UR MOM...
a human body can bear only upto 45 Del (unit) of pain.
But at the time of giving birth, a woman feels upto 57 Del of Pain.
This is similar to 20 bones getting fractured at a time!!!!
LOVE UR MOM...
God couldn't be everywhere and therefore he made Mothers...
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON ON THIS EARTH…
OUR BEST CRITIC …
YET OUR STRONGEST SUPPORTER…
"MOTHER"
Thank Priya Ashok
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Motherhood in Animal kingdom
A lioness takes her cub to safety in the Masai region
Canada polar bears
Cheetah mother and cub
Giraffe mother calf nuzzle
Penguin mother and child
Tiger and cub
Wild dog feasting its kids
Red necked grebes swimming
Seal pub nuzzle
Koala mother and baby
Kangaroo and joey
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Do not fail to read this and think from the age what you are in
I am 67. I have to regret through out my life, since no body sent me this mail, when I was young. All of you, at whatever age you are in now has got a chance. I do not want you all to regret in your life, because, I cannot see you suffering with regret, since I love you all
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Mother
When I came drenched in the rain,My brother told why don't you take an umbrella with you.
My sister said why did not you wait till it stopped.
My Dad angrily said only after getting cold, you will realize.
But my MOTHER,
as she was drying my hair with her saree,
was shouting not at me
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But at the RAIN.
contributed by Ms. Shri
புரண்டு படுத்தால் எங்கே நாம் மிரண்டு போவோமோ என்று
கருவில் இருந்தே நமக்காக தூக்கத்தை கூட தொலைத்துவிட்டு
இரவில் கூட எரிந்த சூரியன் அம்மா
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
My mother also lied
The person who send me this mail was reminded of his father.
This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say 'Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry.'
This was Mother's First Lie.
As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten; My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, 'Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish.'
This was Mother's second lie.
Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, 'Mother, go to sleep; it's late: you can continue working tomorrow morning.' Mother smiled and said 'Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired.'
This was Mother's Third Lie.
This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say 'Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry.'
This was Mother's First Lie.
As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten; My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, 'Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish.'
This was Mother's second lie.
Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, 'Mother, go to sleep; it's late: you can continue working tomorrow morning.' Mother smiled and said 'Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired.'
This was Mother's Third Lie.
When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration; I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said 'Drink, son! I'm not thirsty!
This was Mother's Fourth Lie.
This was Mother's Fourth Lie.
After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying 'I don't need love.'
This was Mother's Fifth Lie.
After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, 'I have enough money.'
That was Mother's Sixth Lie.
I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded by the American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America but Mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me 'I'm not used to high living.'
That was Mother's Seventh Lie.
In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, 'Don't cry, son! I'm not in pain.'
That was Mother's Eighth Lie.
Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died.
YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!
M - O - T - H - E - R
'M' is for the Million things she gave me, 'O' means Only that she's growing old, 'T' is for the Tears she shed to save me, 'H' is for her Heart of gold, 'E' is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them, 'R' means Right, and right she'll always be, Put them all together, they spell 'MOTHER' a word that means the world to me. For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom's presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren't so blessed, this is even more beautiful.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Mother
The young mother set her foot on the path of life.
"Is this the long way?" she asked.
And the guide said, "Yes, and the way is hard.
And you will be old before you reach the end of it.
But the end will be better than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that
anything could be better than these years.
So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them,
and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and
reminded them to feed the dog and do their homework and brush
their teeth.
The sun shone on them and the young Mother cried,
"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the nights came, and the storms,
and the path was sometimes dark,
and the children shook with fear and cold,
and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms,
and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid,
for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the
children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary.
But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience
and we are there."
So the children climbed,
and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms.
And with this, she gave them strength to face the world.
Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope,
but most of all... unconditional love.
And when they reached the top they said,
"Mother, we would not have done it without you."
The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years,
and the mother grew old and she became little and bent.
But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage.
And the mother, when she lay down at night,
looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day
than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now
passing these traits on to their children."
And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her,
and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers.
One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill,
they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.
And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey.
And now I know the end is better than the beginning,
for my children can walk with dignity and pride,
with their heads held high,
and so can their children after them."
And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother,
even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the
gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but
she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory.
She is a living presence."
Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street,
She's the smell of certain foods you remember,
flowers you pick
and perfume that she wore,
She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well,
She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,
the colors of a rainbow,
She is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every tear drop.
A mother shows every emotion...
happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger,
helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow...
and all the while, hoping and praying
you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home,
and she's the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love,
your first friend,
even your first enemy,
but nothing on earth
can separate you.
Not time, not space... not even death!
May we never take our mothers for granted.
~Author Unknown~ received from Sushil
The young mother set her foot on the path of life.
"Is this the long way?" she asked.
And the guide said, "Yes, and the way is hard.
And you will be old before you reach the end of it.
But the end will be better than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that
anything could be better than these years.
So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them,
and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and
reminded them to feed the dog and do their homework and brush
their teeth.
The sun shone on them and the young Mother cried,
"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the nights came, and the storms,
and the path was sometimes dark,
and the children shook with fear and cold,
and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms,
and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid,
for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the
children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary.
But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience
and we are there."
So the children climbed,
and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms.
And with this, she gave them strength to face the world.
Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope,
but most of all... unconditional love.
And when they reached the top they said,
"Mother, we would not have done it without you."
The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years,
and the mother grew old and she became little and bent.
But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage.
And the mother, when she lay down at night,
looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day
than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now
passing these traits on to their children."
And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her,
and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers.
One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill,
they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.
And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey.
And now I know the end is better than the beginning,
for my children can walk with dignity and pride,
with their heads held high,
and so can their children after them."
And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother,
even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the
gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but
she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory.
She is a living presence."
Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street,
She's the smell of certain foods you remember,
flowers you pick
and perfume that she wore,
She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well,
She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,
the colors of a rainbow,
She is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every tear drop.
A mother shows every emotion...
happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger,
helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow...
and all the while, hoping and praying
you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home,
and she's the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love,
your first friend,
even your first enemy,
but nothing on earth
can separate you.
Not time, not space... not even death!
May we never take our mothers for granted.
~Author Unknown~ received from Sushil
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