It takes a village to raise a child. And it took one to raise me too. I have been blessed to be born into a family of inspiring women. Here is a tribute to the amazing ladies who have shaped the woman that I am.
The Wind Beneath My Wings: My Mother
Not all heroes wear capes. My mother is the wind beneath my wings, my inspiration, and my guide. I owe all that I have achieved today to her. She was instrumental in launching my design agency too.
An interior designer and an army wife, she more or less raised my brother and me single-handedly through our formative years. Back in the 70s and 80s when children were taught gender-specific skills, she ensured we had a balanced upbringing. In fact, my brother was a better cook than me growing up. A well-read woman, you can converse with her on any topic under the sun. She is the one we get the bibliophile genes from.
She has been a rock of the family since we lost our father three years back. And like most mothers, is always ready to bop my head when I question my life choices. Her zest for life is infectious. At seventy-two, she is all set to launch her food blog. Age is indeed just a number for her.
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A Woman Ahead of her Time: My Grandmother
My maternal grandmother (or Badi Mummy as we called her) was a pioneer of sorts. She rarely questioned my singlehood, but always took pride in my achievements. She taught her daughters and granddaughters to be fiercely independent.
An army wife, she was as much at ease with the dust and grime on her farm as in her upmarket South Delhi home. She was a fun granny who could turn my brother beetroot red with her life lessons. A fabulous cook who could turn a sunken cake into a bird’s nest.
She was also someone who could build up an astonishing Punjabi vocabulary. Sample this – Gobalgoloos was the vintage telephone with the round dial. Anything smaller than her fist was Gutkunnu. And nothing to beat Ghosmasoda cake that meant mixing up all the ingredients together. I actually tried to Google the recipe before I was informed it was another of my naani’s inventions.
We lost her fifteen years back, but I will always be her chamcho.
The Sister I never had: My Sister-in-law
Growing up, my biggest lament was not having a sister as a sibling. Not that I loved my older brother any less. Being around brothers, I was always more into playing cricket, climbing trees, and flying kites.
My sister-in-law honed my feminine side. So much so that my brother had an epiphany at 28 that I was indeed a girl. A career woman who balances work and family. She has always inspired me to keep improving myself. Along with my brother, she is also instrumental in my transition to IT. Something that was a big advantage when I launched my design agency five years later.
Our chat sessions are legendary, and I will always be her kiddi.
My Inspiration: My Aunt
An epitome of grace. At seventy-eight, my aunt can give the twenty-somethings a run for their money. She is a peaceful breeze of calm in the family. She instilled the importance of good education and all-round development.
I would mention my older aunt too. We lost her over two decades back, but her legacy lives on. An army wife, she cared two hoots about people’s opinions of her and followed her heart.
My mother figures and I will always be their phatto
The Influencers: My Cousins
Nothing is unachievable. Hard work and tenacity are the roads to success. My two lovely cousins have immensely influenced the woman I am. They are both academicians who have excelled in their field.
Older than me by six and twelve years, they are ones I really look up to. They are my biggest cheerleaders, always ready to give a much-needed boost when required.
I tease them senseless with my geriatric jokes, but I will always be their choti.
The Mini-Me: My Niece
Not a woman who raised me, but she deserves a special mention here. Almost an adult, the young lady does not let challenges deter her. Art, music, dramatics, swimming, a YouTube channel, you name it. There is no stopping her. Inspiration can come in small packages too.
A mini-me (we share our names too), and I will always be her bui.
When the blog hop was announced, I had planned to talk about books. But with Women’s Day coming up, what better time to celebrate my tribe instead. Who are the women that have inspired you? Do share in the comments below.
P.S. The terms of endearment if I have listed…. the reason why you can never build up a comprehensive Punjabi dictionary.