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Buddha on the line....

That's how it feels after i hang up my mother's phone call. Almost every time.

She always has an endless list of adages, stories with moral endings and time-tested maxims in her arsenal and never fails to bring them up with the same passion, in all our conversations. She'll even tell me things that i won't have use now, but will need them after 15 years. And, if you're in blues, you have to be ready for those extra doses. I sometimes groan and complain. And, love to tease her about it, but in my heart, am soaking them up all. Like a sponge.

It's good to have someone tell you all about the basics of life - even if it's again and again. And again. Though, when i am listening, the words seems to pass like an arrow from one ear to another and nothing seems to have actually sunk into my gray matter. But, they all come back. When they're needed the most.

See, life gets very edgy somedays. Especially when complex questions like 'why does my garden get so weedy?' or 'why is it so *&%@## hot this afternoon?' comes up. I get all worked up and start feeling strange sympathies towards ax-muderers. That moment, the same pieces of advice that were thought to be erased from my brain, all come in an instant flash, and replay in my mind. Helping me to retain sanity and restore peace. Ok, i smile - Society, you are spared of another psychopath in your hands. For now. Till the weather gets windy. If you see me then and wish to stay alive, all i can warn is "duck under the nearest cover and hide for the next 10 years".

Back to sound bytes, mothers seem to do this task effortlessly. I mean doling out free yet valuable advice. The cliche's may be as old as vintage wine. But, the bottle is always new - customized, packaged and delivered only for you. In a way, your own unique, twisted and 'what-you-think-as-genius-but-actually-idiotic' brain would understand. How? Because, Mothers know the best.

Now, i got to go. I got a bunch of fresh stock of advice, generously handed over by my mom. Where are those kids of mine? Hey, don't run away. Let's start working right away, missy.

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