Alas I’ve reached this point of publishing
a post full of advice. Having been at the receiving of advice galore,
well-meant and other kinds as well, I kind of vowed to myself never to be a
bore. I have in times present and past, been the receiver of confidences, and
still consider myself a good friend. I offer advice when solicited,
particularly if I feel I have some authority on the subject, or some experience
in the said domain of affliction.
Having become a mommy, as in the case of
many other Indian women, I feel that I have transcended a great, life-altering
experience. Advice and life-plans have been flung at me, regardless of my disinterest
and discomfiture. I didn’t love every moment of my being a mommy. I’ve had plunging
lows, and I cannot say I am above them, by any means. Then, wonder of wonders,
wherefrom have I started to spout advice?
I tell my just-married friends not to have
kids too soon. There is bitterness in that. And then I tell them what they are
going to do when they do have kids. What to do and what not to. God, it was a
short walk from hating unsolicited advice to giving it myself!
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