Each language has its own unique mode of expression. Often translating , say an urdu ‘shair’ into English, results in its innate sweetness and essence diminishing by several notches. Hindi, as a language boasts of words which defy restatement of the version in its original intention.
A case in point is the word ‘MAMTA’. All efforts to capture the spectrum of emotions this word conjures up, prove futile. The closest perhaps is ‘motherhood, motherliness..which is there, but not quite.
The reason for this quest was triggered by the news of a baby, found abandoned in a train. Whats new? Eight couples, among them a Muslim and a Christian, queued up at the hospital with offers to adopt this baby. In a world riddled presently with hatred, animosity, terrorism, suspicion, where love seems an alien concept, especially among strangers, a little life, barely a few days old had managed to evoke instincts which reside at the core of all human beings. An endearing story that truly warmed the cockles of ones heart while simultaneously re-affirming the belief in the inherent goodness of human beings,
So fierce was the battle for adoption that a court had to decide on who ought to be given parental rights. The couple finally awarded had been childless for 12 years. According to the wife, the visual of the child on her T.V. screen compelled her to rush to the hospital, driven by the faith that this child was hers in a previous birth, and has come back for her.
With the turn of events, it does seem difficult to refute that logic…considering the child had been abandoned in her city, coincidentally, as also the fact that the court had decided on her as the best option for bringing up the child. While she could not control the tears that welled up on finally holding the baby to take him home, the ones who were left childless with their hopes dashed had tears streaking down as well.
“usko nahin dekha humne kabhi, par iski zaroorat kya hogi
aye maa teri soorat se alag bhagwan ki soorat kya hogi”
As oft repeated, God could not be everywhere so he created mothers..with a heart capable of unconditional love.
Why was not the the caste of this child a cause for concern? Love had transcended all such boundaries which elsewhere and in other circumstances lead to blood baths.
It did appear as if in this auspicious period of Navratri, Mother had decided to end the pain of a woman devotee, miraculously.
Should this be dismissed as an inordinate exemplification of human kindness or considered to be a pointer towards the possibility that India is finally emerging from the shadows of dark beliefs and irrational divides? The optimist in me tends to affirm the hope of a newer India, more tolerant, enlightened and progressive.
Why then are the orphanages teeming with deprived, undernourished, children? Why are these childless couples not approaching agencies for adoption? I guess that is material for another post, since irregularities are rampant and child trade a shocking reality.
Somehow, this also brought out the longing for a world where children received love from all, irrespective of parentage,. a concept I have witnessed first hand at a Kibbutz in Israel.Children are afforded care, supervision, affection, nurturing, warmth by the whole community. Can this world be transformed into a safe haven for all future generations. If this can happen in cases of this kind, can it not occur universally? Its just a matter of reinforcing deep down the transcience of life and the permanence of just a single emotion..love.
Its all we seek but not all find it.