Sujata Bakshi

Strength is my Signature

Sujata is a traditional Indian lady who knew just cooking but learnt every other thing because her family was her business. A lady who struggled all the years but did not ever forget preaching and following that it is life and is to be lived each day.

Life was never an easy tale for her. I have seen her last thirty springs but I have understood her from the day I could read her smiles.

All mothers are Wonder Woman for their children but story of “Sujata Bakshi” was not just a mother. In an early age of 18, she was parcelled to a traditional family. The agony was not that this family had demands to many in number but the pain was her age. She was too young to handle family at that moment when she had the thirst to study and complete her graduation. When she was planning to put this request of hers, the family saw extreme financial crunches. This was when my father lost his well setup new business to his partner who fled away not only with his money treasured but also with his emotions and slapped his loyalty and trust. We were lost financially, emotionally and this new lady in the family was just holding herself shying off her beautiful eyes.

At that time, when everything was fuming but nothing was found burnt, my mother started pouring her emotions in words. She used to send the same to leading periodicals, magazines and we understood that she was so well at it that every time without any other effort it got published. This was not only the name she was searching for but also gave us the penny in trouble. Seeing her articles, many times she got an opportunity to show case her verbal strength at radio station of the town. She silently taking me in her lap completed her college. Even at the worst situation, she with her brave heart, vision and very clear objectives got us into the best schools. I still remember she said – I have given you the path, now it is your time to make your way out. I also remember at later years my teachers used to congratulate us for having a mother who was graduating us with the lessons of power and price of being a woman. She noticed that her freelancing would not be of much help with rising demands. So, she started teaching.

Teacher, yes! She was this. She got this designation for her earning but she had always been one to all of us all these years. She taught my father that it was important to be strong in your words and phrases when you don’t want to let it go. She taught her family that “my family is my business and I would not let it fail.” She taught us that it is important not only to study but to read and understand what is there around you and reciprocate the way it is demanded. She taught us conviction. She taught others it is just not important to be sad or wait for sympathy but it is important to start…I don’t know how to pen down so many other things we learnt from her each day!

A traditional Indian lady who knew just cooking but learnt every other thing because her family was her business. A lady who struggled all the years but did not ever forget preaching and following that it is life and is to be lived each day. It could have been a long day but her smiles made it even brighter. Even today, if we oppose and cut the unwanted traditions of the society, it is because we had this wonder woman with us. I proudly say today –
“I am a Strong Woman because a Strong Woman raised me!”


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