There were times, I mean, not just a few times, but almost all through my life in fact, I'd thought my parents are against me. They don't love me and don't want me to live my life the way I want. I often used to ask them whether they need my life too to live, for themselves. I used to be very angry at them, for not sending me to join a fashion designing institute, but to an engineering college instead; irritated at them for not giving anything I want. And there were times when I used to HATE them for not being the kind of parents I want!!
But now, when I retrospect, I feel sorry for all the misconceptions I had. I feel guilty for being rude to them. When I look back and see the things they did for me - starting from the day I was born!
Though they wanted their second child to be a boy, they didn't go for a foeticide or kill me once I was born, knowing that their wish didn't come true! They didn't ill treat me, instead grew me up like a boy. They gave me all the luxuries, send me to the best school.. Taught me cycling, and then to ride a bike, and drive a car.
They didn't get me married at the age or 18 or so, but instead let me study! They send me to an engineering college to give me the best of education, but I was the one who screwed it up. Though they weren't happy, they allowed me to choose the job I want, and move to the place I loved. They hardly asked me who my friends are, nor did they question my relationship with the umpteen male friends I've. They gave me the best medication whenever I fell ill, gave me the best food which is obvious ;) and got me almost everything I asked for.
I'm 26 now, but never did they force me get married to any Tom, Dick or Harry just because the society was asking them to. Never did they ask me what sort of life I spend here, whether I started smoking or boozing. Though they oppose at times, never have they forced me not to do something that I love.
And all these when I realize, I feel so guilty, for all the hatred I had, for all the mishaps, for all the torture. They had their own reasons and I had mine, and no one really bothered to understand each other and that's when things go wrong. Now, I learnt to understand my parents and hence I'm happier than how I used to be. *touchwood*
I tell them almost everything I do, they may not like it but still they don't really attack on me. And probably, I believe there would be more females who would be thinking the same way as I used to, and I'd suggest them to think the way I did before they complain about their parents.
You always get to fix things you've broken, you always get a chance to know fellow human beings, use it wisely and be a better person than what you were yesterday! :-)
But now, when I retrospect, I feel sorry for all the misconceptions I had. I feel guilty for being rude to them. When I look back and see the things they did for me - starting from the day I was born!
Though they wanted their second child to be a boy, they didn't go for a foeticide or kill me once I was born, knowing that their wish didn't come true! They didn't ill treat me, instead grew me up like a boy. They gave me all the luxuries, send me to the best school.. Taught me cycling, and then to ride a bike, and drive a car.
They didn't get me married at the age or 18 or so, but instead let me study! They send me to an engineering college to give me the best of education, but I was the one who screwed it up. Though they weren't happy, they allowed me to choose the job I want, and move to the place I loved. They hardly asked me who my friends are, nor did they question my relationship with the umpteen male friends I've. They gave me the best medication whenever I fell ill, gave me the best food which is obvious ;) and got me almost everything I asked for.
I'm 26 now, but never did they force me get married to any Tom, Dick or Harry just because the society was asking them to. Never did they ask me what sort of life I spend here, whether I started smoking or boozing. Though they oppose at times, never have they forced me not to do something that I love.
And all these when I realize, I feel so guilty, for all the hatred I had, for all the mishaps, for all the torture. They had their own reasons and I had mine, and no one really bothered to understand each other and that's when things go wrong. Now, I learnt to understand my parents and hence I'm happier than how I used to be. *touchwood*
I tell them almost everything I do, they may not like it but still they don't really attack on me. And probably, I believe there would be more females who would be thinking the same way as I used to, and I'd suggest them to think the way I did before they complain about their parents.
You always get to fix things you've broken, you always get a chance to know fellow human beings, use it wisely and be a better person than what you were yesterday! :-)
It was like a retrospection..!nice blogpost devi!YOUR juggle with words is fantastic..!keep up the work
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ReplyDeletethis is in a way a continuation of the last one...
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