Mother-Theresa

Mother Teresa must be twisting and turning in her grave, unable to comprehend the mud that is being slung at her from all sides, in the media, about how she is undeserving of the sainthood that has just been bestowed on her.

No, actually I am wrong. Mother Teresa never cared about criticism. If you have achieved all that she has achieved you wouldn’t get there if you were thin-skinned.

The amount of vitriol I see being thrown at a dead woman on Facebook on the occasion of her beatification, is shameful and appalling.

That Mother Teresa lent comfort to the dying and the wretched is something that I have experienced first-hand, through the volunteer work that my mother, a Hindu nun, did at the Tollygunge Missionaries of Charity establishment.

I was 26 and on vacation, trailing along behind my mom wherever she went on her volunteer work. It was 1981, two years since the Mother had been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. She was world famous and yet she was right there in front of me – reachable, humble, reaching out.

She came up to me and held my two upper arms and the first thing she asked as she looked up at me, her eyes searching and concerned, was,” Have you eaten? Can I get you some tea?”

I have seen the Mother with my own eyes, caring for filthy human beings who had just been brought in, and doing it WITH HER OWN HANDS. There was no media and there were no foreigners or outsiders there, when my mother and I visited the joint. It was just another ordinary day at the office for her.

I don’t believe in the Catholic practice of bestowing sainthoods. In fact I don’t believe in anything that is Catholic and consider Catholicism as something that the Iblis created, to fool us all. In that sense, Mother Teresa believed in all those things that I have never believed in.

But should we take the beatification of Mother Teresa and hold that against her, two decades after she left us, especially when sainthood (or any other kind of recognition) was not something she really wanted?

I remember her Nobel acceptance speech at Oslo and especially the line that is breathtaking in its simplicity….

“Everyday, each of us goes out on the Jericho Road.”

If we look hard enough, Mother Teresa, through her amazing charities, can still be spotted on the road to Jericho, stooped and resolute, as she shuffles from one lost soul to the next. Today, that ditch by the side of the road is teeming with the wretched and the beaten. And the road – devoid of Samaritans.

I love you, Mother. Those who are chucking dirt on you today are by nature nothing more than cribbers. I know exactly what they can do – go f__k themselves.