THE
PERFECTLY IMPERFECT DAUGHTER
“enough!” I
screamed
“this is
high time now …..you are really taking advantage of my goodness?” mom shrieked
GOODNESS?
Seriously…what is the goodness is continuously dragging ur daughter into an
unnecessary conversation which is gonna end in “I am not gonna talk to you
until I die” and the next minute turn to her and say “bhook lagi h”.
Before you
form any judgment about me that how ruthless as I a daughter I am let me tell u
, this is not the ONLY adjective I describe for myself….my dad uses even a
better one …its called “HOPELESS” with stupid giggles in the background with my
lil sister…whose not ACTUALLY THAT LITTLE.
“how many
times….how many times do I have to explain u to keep ur shoes on the rack, bag
in the cupboard and bread in the fridge…..its like I am talking to the walls”
my mum complained
“she DOES
hve a figure of that of a wall, large and heavy…” my sister commented
“hey…u …mind
ur own business….buzz off” I snapped back…sometimes my sister is such a pain in
the ass….with all that stupid drama she tries to create huh
Anyways lets
listen to some more amazing defects in me
“u don’t
even know how to make simple chapattis ….what more should I expect of you…” mum
was almost screaming
“look , its
not that I cant …its just I don’t want to…why do u always shift to the cooking
thing..its for stupid girls” and suddenly I realized that this comment had made
both my mum and sis go complete bonkers and the look on their faces said “GO
TALK TO DAD”
SHIT
So I enter
my dads study [I feel like a criminal , the way he is removing his specs and
both the ladies standing behind him as if to say”BANISH HER”
“ok …umm can
u guys be a little less dramatic , hey u” I signaled my sister
“yes u….why
are u here? Go out” I ordered …I didn’t want my sister to look at the parade
that was just going to begin.
“I am here
to see the entertainment” she laughed me off
[pathetic!
She was so not sympathetic forget supportive….and I glared back in her eyes
giving her the last warning to back off as I couldn’t say anything in front of
dad lest all the blame would end up on me which was oh-not-so-cool]
“listen….”my
dad began in his grim voice..[get ready for the next 2 hours…I consoled myself]
“I heard
what ur mum said…u r not at all helping with the household work…”
“yeah….but I
am not interested” I casually replied
“look everyone has to work to make a house run
properly , the same way a cars tyres work together…we too have to support each
other”
I started
laughing hysterically in my mind at this
car thing, what was next …a trucks six tyres then a rails …and then?!!...wow my
dads capable of making me laugh
AND THEN I
REALIZED THAT THIS MINDFUL LAUGHTER TOOK THE ROUTE FROM MY VOCAL CHORDS AND WAS
NOW SUPER AUDIBLE WITH MY PARENTS STARING AT ME AS IF I WAS A MENTAL PATIENT
GIVING A SOLID PROOF TO BE PUT IN THE ASYLUM
“whats there
to laugh?...dear I am warning u, mend ur ways” my dad firmly said
“and waise
bhi look at urself…u don’t dress up like girls always sitting in pyjamas and
shorts, speak stupid sarcasm to ur sister all day, listen to loud noise[can
someone correct him ….for god sake its EDM], play with stray animals, feed them
the milk we give to u, don’t know how to cross the raod……be on the phone whole
day” “please papa…all my mails and docs
are in my smartphone …u don’t expect me to carry a laptop the whole day and I
chat with my friends only in a limited time..u only pay my phone bills…has it
ever exceeded 200?” I defended
“when we were
ur age we spent 1 rs per month and carried a whole rucksacks on our back…huh
look at u…cant even carry a laptop bag” he began
“that was
years ago !! papaa please …” I pleaded
“ what is
the benefit of explaining u the meaning of hardwork ….it just goes over ur
head! I am at a loss of a word….u r completely”
“A HOPELESS
DUFFER” my sister shrugged
How dare
she?
“yeah
exactly…now why don’t u first teach ur lil daughter some manners?” I was
getting really angry
My dad
glared at my sister and she went out of the room
Thankgod I
sighed a breath of relief
“u don’t
clean up ur mess….u don’t water the plants…u forget ur wallet at home…u r such
a kid! When will u grow up” my dad put his hand on the table.
“BAS!....HOW
MANY MORE IMPERFECTIONS? Goddd is it my mistake that u guys gave me the
defective genes?!.....i am never gonna talk to u people until I die” and I
stomp out of the room tearfully and go in my room
After 5
hours
“princess”
“I am not
talking to u…go away”
“princess…I
have made aloo parantha …come and have some na” mum requested
“baby, come
out now else I am coming in” my dad said
“do whatever
u want to , I am still not talking”
“ok fine…kittu ..u eat didis parantha…”mom
replied
“certainly,
waise bhi moti hoti jaarhi h” she shouted
I ran out of
the room ….snatch my plate
“no one eats
MY aloo parantha” I say and start eating without making any eye contact
“look dear…u
are such a good daughter …why do u act stubborn sometimes” my mum softly patted
on my back
“invalid
question…I am still not talking” and I continue eating
“ok as u
wish” dad said
And I
realized that after this no one will come and talk to me and explain me…..so I
gulped my yoghurt …cleared my voice and knowing that it was my mistake that I
talked so rudely and didn’t clear my mess and all …so basically I had to initiate
“mum dad…?”
“hmm”
“ I AM
SORRY”
Both looked
at me with love in their eyes and said “its ok…we know u r so good but just try
some time managing ….promise princess?”
“pinky
promise” I squealed
And both
hugged me….{ with jagjit singhs kagaz ki kashti in the background}
“abbe
o….didi ne mujhe sorry nhi bola” my sister frowned
“bolunga bhi
nhi” I laughed and run away with her plate of aloo parantha :p
Lifes too
short to remain angry ,and that too with our beautiful families,….islie always
make them “KEEP SMILINGJ”
