Keep Shut!!! Yes that's the title I have chosen for my latest post.
Why is that?
Well that is because like most of the Indians I am highly opinionated but unlike most of them I have a problem keeping my opinions to myself. The result... Several disgruntled colleagues and friends.
My wife (to be) censured me today (among many other times) and pleaded to me asking me to "Keep Shut". She in her own enamoured, ethical and logical way made her point and asked me to keep my opinions to myself. Her argument was that give anything to someone who seeks it because it is only then that the person would value what he/she gets. Moreover, giving unsolicited advice lowers your standing and gravitas.
Point well taken. BUT the problem is that there is something within me, in my stomach which makes it churn till I get things out.
This problem of spilling over is not just limited to my opinions which I so unabashedly share but goes much deeper and is more virulent than one would imagine. To the horror of my fiancée I can not keep most things from my mother.
Yes you heard it right... from my mother of all people.
Anyone familiar with familial unsaid code of honour to be followed by the man would know that it is absolutely forbidden to transfer information from one source to another especially if the sources are your wife (to be) and your mother or the wife's mother-in-law (to be).
And what do I do? I act as a seamless node transmitting information between the sources, with some filtering I might add. You all can very well imagine the quandary I land myself into with gentle breaths turning into heavy heaves and soft affable mumblings turning into military admonishment on the knowledge of the tip-off.
BUT... (Yes, again one of my favourite words) I fail to understand the underlying importance of the information and more so of its secrecy that has been, so to say, passed on to me in confidence by either of the leading ladies in my life. I tend to discuss everything with both of them and so without much mulling over I commit the forbidden crime.
In case of my mother I have generally told her most of the things of my life and thus, it is difficult for me to contain and restrict myself when I talk to her and thus, I end up telling her things. In the other case, how can you not tell your wife everything when you tend to be on the phone with her or in face-to-face conversation with her most of the time you are awake. I hope you all get my problem.
Moreover, I generally fail to understand the implicit 'Confidential' tag attached to the conversations I have with either of them and that in no situation the information from one be disclosed to the other. I sincerely hope that this implicit cue non-recognition is not unique to me and is a more general feature of the various models of the product called MEN. At least, that would give me some consolation.
SM
Why is that?
Well that is because like most of the Indians I am highly opinionated but unlike most of them I have a problem keeping my opinions to myself. The result... Several disgruntled colleagues and friends.
My wife (to be) censured me today (among many other times) and pleaded to me asking me to "Keep Shut". She in her own enamoured, ethical and logical way made her point and asked me to keep my opinions to myself. Her argument was that give anything to someone who seeks it because it is only then that the person would value what he/she gets. Moreover, giving unsolicited advice lowers your standing and gravitas.
Point well taken. BUT the problem is that there is something within me, in my stomach which makes it churn till I get things out.
This problem of spilling over is not just limited to my opinions which I so unabashedly share but goes much deeper and is more virulent than one would imagine. To the horror of my fiancée I can not keep most things from my mother.
Yes you heard it right... from my mother of all people.
Anyone familiar with familial unsaid code of honour to be followed by the man would know that it is absolutely forbidden to transfer information from one source to another especially if the sources are your wife (to be) and your mother or the wife's mother-in-law (to be).
And what do I do? I act as a seamless node transmitting information between the sources, with some filtering I might add. You all can very well imagine the quandary I land myself into with gentle breaths turning into heavy heaves and soft affable mumblings turning into military admonishment on the knowledge of the tip-off.
BUT... (Yes, again one of my favourite words) I fail to understand the underlying importance of the information and more so of its secrecy that has been, so to say, passed on to me in confidence by either of the leading ladies in my life. I tend to discuss everything with both of them and so without much mulling over I commit the forbidden crime.
In case of my mother I have generally told her most of the things of my life and thus, it is difficult for me to contain and restrict myself when I talk to her and thus, I end up telling her things. In the other case, how can you not tell your wife everything when you tend to be on the phone with her or in face-to-face conversation with her most of the time you are awake. I hope you all get my problem.
Moreover, I generally fail to understand the implicit 'Confidential' tag attached to the conversations I have with either of them and that in no situation the information from one be disclosed to the other. I sincerely hope that this implicit cue non-recognition is not unique to me and is a more general feature of the various models of the product called MEN. At least, that would give me some consolation.
SM
