Saturday 9 May 2015

“Mother’s Day Message – Love Your Mother but Don’t Hate another Person’s Mother”– Professor M.S.Rao











“Love your mother but don’t hate another person’s mother.” —Professor M.S.Rao, International Leadership Guru and Founder of MSR Leadership Consultants India


Mother's Day falls on different days depending on the countries where it is celebrated. For India, it falls on the second Sunday in May. India celebrates Mother’s Day on May 10, 2015. Here is my message on the eve of Mother’s Day:

We take many people for granted in our daily lives. We take our relations for granted. We don’t respect the people around us. We often look for people outside and search for stones. In fact, we search for stones by leaving gems at home. It is the attitude of most people in today’s world.  We don’t respect our parents but we respect people who are outside. We don’t take parents as our inspiration. But we take outside people as our inspiration. Probably another’s pasture always looks greener. Husbands don’t respect their wives and wives don’t respect their husbands but they often search for others outside. How shameful it is? What kind of people we are!  We must introspect and respect the people around us whether they are mothers, fathers or teachers.

Indian culture respects mothers first, fathers second and teachers third. It is the mother who brings life into this world. Whether we have brothers or sisters or friends or not but we all have our mothers. Let us love her and admire her contribution to family and spend time with her. Mother’s love is altruistic and invaluable. It is a pride to become a mother. There are certain things that are God-gifted that include being born as a woman. Only women can conceive and carry forward civilization. It is a great feeling to be born as a woman. It is an honor to be born as a woman. On the eve of Mother’s Day, let us take a pledge to respect women and let us all love our mothers. Without our mothers we wouldn’t have been into this world.


Eight Lies of a Mother – A Heart Touching Story

Here is an inspiring story ‘eight lies of a mother’ adapted from internet:

1) 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."

2) 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."

3) 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"

4) 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!"

5) 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!"

6) 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!"

7) 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!"

8) 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!"

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.


Message

Love your mother, but don’t hate another person’s mother. Love your caste, culture, community, race, ethnicity, region, religion, and nation, but don’t hate another person’s caste, culture, community, race, ethnicity, culture, region, religion, and nation. As your mother is precious to you, another person’s mother is equally precious to them.

Happy Mother’s Day!

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5 comments:

  1. A heart touching story on the importance of mother. In fact, mother is the first leader in the world followed by father and teacher.

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  2. Your article is a great tribute to all mothers in the world. I appreciate your passion to make a difference to the world. I am proud to be your follower.

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  3. Heart touching story with a profound message on the eve of Mother's Day.

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  4. timely article emphasizing the importance of mother.

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  5. Great post on mothers, fathers and teachers. You always keep inspiring the world Sir with your passion, excellence and commitment.

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