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"Happy Birthday da...." ....with these words my brother woke me up. My joy knew no bounds as i was waiting for this day for almost a year(....from my last B'day).Then slowly as i woke up Mom and dad wished me.Immediately i got a call from my Grandpa and Grandma wishing me.The day was brighter than ever,by then mom was busy cooking and Dad was rushing for his Office.Slowly one by one started leaving, dad for his office , Bro for his coll and Mom as usual was busy getting ready for Office.I was the only one without any tensions (since my exams got over and i was at home preparing for my GRE...).The day was getting fainted already lacking the enthusiasm once it had. But a few years back when i was in my schooling days.My bro and i used to make a long time-table for my birthday.We would go purchase clothes few days before the B'day and would be waiting anxiously for the day to come.On that day all of us(me ,bro, mom an...

It was chilly morning when dad woke me up at 5:am and reminded me about the exam i had to write which i wasn't prepared at all,with half interest i woke up, my bro already getting ready for his BITSAT classes.Moving towards washroom, i saw my mom sleeping cozily and thought once my exams get over i would sleep upto 8 which i don't actually do coz whenever i know i have some holiday the next day i wake up as early as possible(good habits and me always go together....lol).As i reached the study table i saw two big words staring at me "Satellite Communication"(or rather me staring as to what to study.....) coz the day before the exam i spent entire day watching movies and thought i could complete 3 units with ease and when i opened the books that evening, from that time to next day morning i kept staring what to study.About half an hour i studied, then closed the books and went to the kitchen and started explaining my mom about satellites!!! which she would hear...

Hi guys for all those who are going to read this would realize how special a mom is, but for me my mom is something more.. she is my "IDOL" because my mom has strived hard a lot from her childhood to motherhood.Her journey as a child till now has been a example for me and my brother. My mom was born in an Hindhu Bramin family on 21st March 1958 in Nagpur in Maharashtra with five sisters and two brothers.My grandfather was an employee in central railways and was struggling to meet both the ends apart from his work, he was also doing a extra job to satisfy the basic needs of the family.As my grandfather knew the importance of education he sent all his children to an english medium school by taking some loans ,as he could not afford.Apart from seven of them there was my mom's grandmother staying with them and she was an orthodox women there were some restrictions as to women not to study and only the sons should study but m...