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Sunday, 10 May 2015

My mother is my greatest influence: Lata Mangeshkar


India’s Nightingale Lata Mangeshkar recollects how her mother was her greatest strength, on the occasion of Mother’s Day
My mother was both a mother and a father to me. No doubt, she is my greatest influence… that goes without saying. My mother became a widow at a very young age. She was five years younger than my father, and he was only 41 when he passed away. From then on, my mother took full responsibility for my sisters and brother. I started working five months after my father passed away. My first earning was Rs 300 for three months’ work. My mother taught me everything I know about conducting myself in public…She took care of us like birds in a nest. We had just one faithful domestic help who aided my mother. My brother had trouble with his leg... I’d leave early in the morning and my mother would look after everything at home. She always told me to follow my father’s example in singing. She taught us the right values. Until she passed away, we all looked towards her for support. We were very scared of her! Not that she had a temper or hit us. But we could never say no to her. She was a wonderful cook and taught us all how to cook. My mother gave me the strength to go out in the world and be a working girl at an age when other girls played with dolls… She always said, “Never cry over the fact that you’ve to work at an age when you should play.” I remember our sleeping arrangement. Mom used to be in the middle. My brother Hridayanath and youngest sister Usha used to be on both sides of her. I used to be on the corner of the bed. Mom looked after all of us. After she passed away in 1995, I missed her terribly. Her room was right in front of mine. And even today, I keep forgetting she’s no longer there. If I need to consult her on details about my father’s career, I head for her room, forgetting for a moment that she’s gone… Just last night when I was unwell, I wanted my mother’s lap. Then I remembered she was no more…Source: The Asian AgeImage: https://upload.wikimedia.org