Mother's Day

There was one essay which I’ve wrote in each and every exam of my school days, sometimes in Hindi, sometimes in English and sometimes in Gujarati. The essay was “My mother”. And that essay had played very important role to pass my schooling. What to say about MOTHER. We do have enough Poets, Authors and Painters who have narrated the word “MAA”. And alas! Still their effort is compared like a drop of water against Whole Ocean. I guess, the almighty, who created this universe, doesn’t have sufficient amount of words, imagination, and colors to describe the Mother. But our children (of Naroda Project) are obstinate. They wanted to compete against those poet and painters. They wanted to pick up the brush and to defeat the Pablo Picasso and da Vinci. And how can we resist those small versions of artists!

9th may was the Mother’s day. We decided to arrange one painting competition at Naroda Project. The topic was “a gift for Mother”. What topic could be better rather than this on the mother’s day? Painting, an Art, is the most beautiful way to paint our emotions and feelings. Our children were in full mood to swing their brushes on white papers. We provide to them pencils, crayons, erasers, sharpeners, and white sheets. Still some more artistic genes were demanding Scales, compass and don’t know what other tools to prove their self Michel Angelo. They snatched the stuff, bend their knees and started to fulfill up their ambitions.
What gift could be the best for a mother? What should they paint? They were staring to sky, then out side of half closed window, then to us, then to crayons, then to neighbor’s drawing to assure if he had started or not and then again to their white sheets. Some boys were using their eraser more than their pencils. Me and Anup told him that you’re going to finish your eraser before your painting. Some born genius painters were betting me that they were going to stand first. And most interesting stuff, I and Anup also participated. Soon Hitesh arrived; suddenly for few moments, Room became dark like night when he entered through the door. Big creature, you know. We handed him white sheet and provide whole another room so he can relax, spread his giant body parts, take in sufficient oxygen there and let us inhale proper amount. All were cheering, squealing, patting and holding their paintings up in the air. Even me, Anup and Hitesh ended with something which can’t be called painting anyway.

Let’s have some glimpse of the work of our Pablo Picassos and da vincis.
This one is made by AAKASH. School: Sharda High school. Simply, He wrote “Never forget your parents”. “I LOVE YOU MUMMY”. That’s it. Enough amount of love to gift her mom.



This creature is drawn by Pratik Rathod. Standard 5th, Shishu Vihar Gujarati shala. Simple drawing made by scale.



Another two simple. I LOVE YOU MOM. Made by Rathod Kuldeep and Vaghela Chirag.






This one is by Nikhil. He says “God made this earth, but he can’t reach at everywhere so he made Mother.



In world nothing is bigger than mother. Mom is mom everybody else is jungle's wind.
The message in this drawing from an anonymous artist translates into simple English in this manner.



This one is Indeed beautiful among all. An artist is Alpesh. He and his mother. He is feeling eternal peace in the lap of his mom. He feels magic in the hug of his mother. It’s just pensive.



And Other random stuff made by our small creatures of God.













So these were just gifts to their mothers worth their weight in gold.