No Textbook For Textbook Parenting

For a nation, so proficient at making babies, we aren’t too efficient at preparing first-time parents for the grueling life ahead. The onus of training the new mother still rests on her mother, while the new father relies on a whole host of practically experienced or theoretically sound well-wishers and good old Google baba. Prenatal classes continue to remain an elusive creature that your Amrikawale cousins talk about.

Parenting is both an art and a science,but it has no textbooks. You only learn on the job. In most cases, soon after the birth, the all-knowing grandma takes over. For the next 1.25 months (or 3, 5 or 6 months as the case may be), the freshly conscripted mother is taught the tricks of the trade. By and large, Naanis are quite adept at passing on the not-so-secret code of motherhood. But quite often, like a new mobile phone pre-loaded with bloatware, this information also contains a fair bit of “old wives’ tales” – basically, information that is at least 25 to 30 years behind its time.

Now I am not the one to debunk every ancient knowledge as archaic. Some of these ‘tricks’, although not corroborated by any baby book, still work wonderfully well. I even know of few pediatricians who swear by these ‘Naanimaa ke nuskhe’ even if they can’t always explain scientifically as to how they work.



However, the knowledge deficit is not only in skill, but also in temperament. From personal experience, I have realised that one of the most powerful and faithful, yet understated tool in a parent’s toolbox is patience. The exuberance of becoming a parent lasts for the first few days. But eventually at some point, you will be left in a room with a child that knows nothing about the world around and a spouse who is almost as inexperienced and overwhelmed as you are.

There will be nights where the child will cry for no apparent or plausible reason, there will be times where she’ll wake up with a start just when you think that the worst is over, and there will be times when you will repent planning a family in the first place. You will feel frustrated and helpless. And then it’ll turn to anger – sometimes at yourself, sometimes at your spouse, and sometimes, even at your child.

What one needs to remember is – no matter how bad the situation may seem or how incapable and clueless you may feel, you are not alone. Almost every first-time parent goes through this nadir.It is just not something that people make Facebook posts about, so you are usually not privy to such experiences. Another thing to remember is that no matter how dark the night may seem, the morning will arrive. And when this proverbial, but beautiful dawn comes, you will be more patient than you were the night before; and probably more than you ever were in your life before.

Make no mistake, parenthood will continue to throw challenges at you, it will test your patience and it will test your love; but you will be more equipped and better prepared to handle it with every passing day.


(Published, with minor edits, in the January 29 edition of Loksatta-Jansatta newspaper in Vadodara, India. The views mentioned are personal.)

The Parent Rant

Marriages are highly over-rated. Decades of movies, urban legends, smart-alec friends and whatsapp forwards have played bogeyman to make us wary of marriages. “Your life will change”, “You’ll lose all your freedom”, “You’ll lose all your friends from the opposite sex”, “You can change your boss when you change your job, but you can’t change your spouse” (well, at least not that easily). Hogwash! I married my high school sweetheart four years back, after eight years of courtship; and you know what?? Nothing changed! In hindsight, it could be because I was always this one-woman, miserly, conservative and boring chap whose idea of a good time is hogging food at a roadside stall – but meh!

But you know what really changes your life? Parenthood. Imagine life as a roller-coaster – marriage is just a slow upward climb where you’re being pushed ahead by creaking levers and gears. Parenthood is what comes after that pause on top. It can be scary, exciting, scream-invoking, puke-inducing or all of them together… almost simultaneously.

Parenthood can be quite revealing too. No, I’m not talking about your personal inadequacies. When you become a parent, you suddenly realise everything that is wrong with the world – Salary hikes which aren’t big enough to impact your standard of living but are just enough to put you into the next tax bracket; taxes that make you feel that when you go on a date, you are taking the government with you; traffic where everyone wants to go somewhere but eventually no one goes anywhere; processions for events as prosaic as weddings and as preposterous as an India-Bangladesh match; hyper-active festival celebrations which all look, feel and sound the same. Suddenly you can feel every draught that passes through the hinges of your door because your baby feels the chill and a shiver runs down your spine!

One of the first things I realised after becoming a parent two months back (Thank you! Thank you!) was this:India is an incredibly noisy country! From the neighbourhood aunties who shout from their balconies everything from their prospective lunch menu to their husband’s persistent rash, to the roadside romeo who’ll faithfully honk his horn every time he passes by the house of his newest beloved; from the TV sets that are sold as much on the loudness of the speakers as they are on the clarity of the picture, to mobile phones that ensure that every living organism in a 200m radius knows when a call comes in – This country believes in keeping everything loud & unclear.

My latest gripe is regarding toys; toys for infants and toddlers, to be precise. Why do they have to be so loud? Why must all my neighbours know that my kid is listening to Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars? Why can’t I have a peaceful (or even a comprehensible) conversation while my kid is playing her latest toy? What makes this worse is that gradually, this cacophony becomes competitive. The latest toy has to be louder than the last one. In fact, it has to be louder than any other noise-making apparatus in the whole vicinity! Things have come to such an end that parents shake the toy to see what kind of sound (who are we kidding? Noise) it creates before they buy it. It’s a bat!! A cricket bat!! It’s not supposed to rattle!!

We as a nation must break this vicious circle of noise so that my child can sleep in peace; so that I can sleep… at last! Please!

(This article was printed in the Sunday edition of Vadodara's Loksatta-Jansatta newspaper (January 08, 2017). My first ever news article. :-))