A role Model and Friend
Day went by recently. I thought of writing a piece but the
inspiration just wasn't there. Today, three weeks later,
I feel it is time to talk about this remarkably talented,
affable woman doctor who has steered her family through
the ups and downs of life. In the process, I hope to be
able to express my gratitude to my role model and friend.
As I write this, the memories come flooding back: my mother,
tenderly looking after me when I saw ill, welcoming my friends,
gathering resources so that I could have a contented childhood.
parents were far from affluent in my younger days. My mother,
a radiologist and my father, an Indian Air Force officer,
had to scrimp and save to see my brother and me through
school. I distinctly remember the time when I demanded to
go to Kashmir for camp along with my school friends. Somehow
they granted this unreasonable request by putting together
enough money for me to make the trip. She was always there
through my adolescence and adulthood. I recall how she looked
after me as a I recovered from an appendix operation, extending
the ambit of her care to my two children, and being a confidante
reached the upper rungs of her profession as a radiologist.
For years I have watched her read X-rays in the Delhi hospital
where she worked most of her life and now for charitable
organisations. She became professor of radiology at a time
when few women in India used to work. Who would have believed
that she had no clear ambition when she was a young woman
but was motivated to take up the medical profession by her
father? In addition to her work, she is a talented designer,
cook, gardening expert and dispenser of advice on medical
ailments. Old photographs of her medical college days show
her in stylish clothes. Her interest in cooking makers her
a popular hostess and she is a member of the local kitchen
garden association. One only has to go to her house to realise
that she is a woman of many facets.
her other achievements, she adds a cheerful disposition.
This quality has enabled the family to steer through troubled
times -- be it illness, job or inter personal problems.
Who else could have withstood pressure and yet come out
the winner through her grit and resilience?
my children were born, she played that role of grandmother
to a hilt. Through the colic, chicken pox and viral fever
days, she helped me tend to them. When I restarted work
in a magazine, the children would be with her after school
and it is thanks to her that I could work. She took a delight
in playing and talking to the children. It is thanks to
her and my father, that my son and daughter have been lucky
to grow up in and extended family. There have been glitches,
of course. But my mother's unfailing optimism has seen us
in her late '70s my mother has slowed down a little. Yet
she is a popular figure in the neighbourhood, with the bridge
group, Yoga friends and family members. It is difficult
to find the words to express my gratitude but think a simple
thank you will have to do.