A Reluctant Philosopher

I love to observe and one of my favorite places to do so is at the washrooms :). ( It goes unsaid that I have access only to female washrooms ). By washrooms I mean the ones at work , malls and airports. In essence washrooms that allow conversations, washrooms where the basics of sanitation and hygiene are taken care and are dolled up to look pretty. The sense of bonhomie that you see among the female inhabitants of a washroom at a given point in time is rare. Lot of times they are strangers to each other but still that knowing/unknowing look they share while surreptitiously glancing at the mirror is fascinating to see. And undeniably they are the best places for Fashion advice, from hair makeup to dressing to shoes. Free and from the heart. I think nothing bonds two female more than there need to be beautiful, it is almost genetic. But conversations are not just restricted to beauty, conversations about friends, boy friends, pregnancy, child rearing, managing parents, in...

My daughter is 3 now, things are getting better. Questions on how it will turn out are answered. Guilt has reduced. Life seems Happy and more in Control now. Now that I am back being my original self , I see that I have to deal with the same personal struggles and conflicts that had haunted me earlier. I am the same me, just with a lot lesser hair! Somehow I thought that having a kid will induce maternal feelings in me, which will make me a Mother Goddess who can save the world!! And I will not have to deal with any of the day to day anymore!!! But Alas, that was not to happen.... 3 years later I see that motherhood was a nice excuse (read pessimist) or a nice vacation (read optimist) which gave me some time off from the eventual. But after the craziness got sorted, I need to deal with myself all over again!!😳😳😳 So I say enjoy it while it lasts. ( Such a transformation in thought - a note to my 3 year old back self )