"Why do you keep blaming me for every single thing? I'm telling you, I didn't lose it! Stop yelling at me!"
" You didn't lose it?"
"NO!"
"Oh, well, OK, than who did? A GHOST? This happens every time! You do something and you just deny it. Enough is enough."
" You know what? I don't want to listen to another word! I'm leaving!"
Don't worry, this is not an argument between a couple whose marriage is on the rocks, although it may sound like that, it is just a daily (or 'nightly, I might say) conversation between me and mom.
Meanwhile, my father comes into the scene, walking, sluggishly after his dinner to check out the source of the noise.
"What happened? What's with all the screaming? Again?"
"Oh, nothing at all. I'm just having a conversation with Ishita"
"What's this one about?"
"A lost earring."
"Oh. Well, I can't keep up with this stuff. I'm going to watch Guns Of Navarone"
"Again?"
"Again."
I forget my resolve of leaving the room, but leave anyway, because I suddenly remember I had to get my test paper signed by mom. Gosh! 6/15, will my mom sign it? It's pretty pathetic... Forget justifications, they don't work for her. Lost in my thoughts, with anxiety as their basic theme, I reach the bed again, and the memory of our fight 5 minutes back, floods into my mind. I find these kind of confrontations extremely intimidating. They usually end up in long lectures about focus and career, or even longer arguments - pointless ones.
" I need you to sign my chemistry test paper."
"OK. How much did you get?"
Maybe it was a death wish, or something worse... I actually told my mom to sign the paper even when the teacher said it wasn't compulsory - well he didn't say it, but he doesn't bother about these trivial things. I took gulp of air and...
"6"
"On?"
"15"
Anticipation.
Silence.
"Oh, well, sure I'll sign it. I don't care honestly. I just need you to perform well in your finals."
This has got to be one of God's rare miracles. I stood there stunned. It was a good 5 minutes before I could recover.
"OK. Thanks. Oh, I also have to tell you one more thing."
"What?"
"I was late for my class today."
"WHAT? LATE FOR YOUR CLASS?"
"Yeah."
And then it starts all over again. The regular sessions of screaming. Threatening to get violent. Crying. Arguing. Frequent deep breaths in order to calm down. All of it. Now I know why they say, "The cycle of Life". Talk about history repeating itself. These kind of conversations keep happening all the time, between all mothers and their teenage daughters. I just consider myself lucky that I'm not a victim of 1 month silent treatments like my friends - Silent treatments bug the hell out of me.
6 comments:
hahahahaha...that was a good one!
You have me on the floor girl, rolling with laughter. I can see your mom and hear her tone and the entry and exit of dad was brilliant!! You are the best and yet you manage to grow better!!
Ur wish is my command but do you count me still as ur new reader if I comment the second time??? Loved this post and am reading very very carefully what you say as I want to be very well prepared to deal with my son when he becomes of your age...but I have a feeling it's not gonna be as sweet as a conversation between u and ur mom!! The boy is only 5 and he has his own world view for everything..
I just love to linger around ur blog...so refreshing..
Hi there..
Moms are all like that Ishita. And i say , you are an angel for your age. You should have known me when i was 14 , i had split personality - a cat with the society but an absolute tigress with my mom.
Whatever said and done, our moms are the only ones that take just about anything from us , and still love us all the same.
You are an excellent writer , better than your mom , i must say!
First time on your blog!
Loved the conversation....
You took me almost 15-20 years back...when I remember similar such conversations between Me & MA.
And believe me it continues lifelong!
And seeing my almost 4 yr old's temperament, I knew that in a few
years time I'll be playing a double role....where I fight I will, but both as a Mom and a Daughter!
@SJ: Thanks, man!
@sujata:Well, I have decided to blog more often, and stopped waiting for the right opportunity. So, I'm just blogging on anything at all. Like "zindagi ki chhoti - chhoti cheezo se khushi" types.
@Sakshi: That depends on whether you want to be a new reader or not. Well, be prepared for all this, though not all teens are like this. You also might have to face this a little earlier, like me with my sis!
@Gymnast:So true...
@Hahaha... Thanks for visiting! Hope you keep coming!
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