In keeping up with the general irony of my situation at any point of time in my life, my parents called me today to let me know that they were planning to send my sister on an all expenses paid holiday to Thailand with her friends. My sister is in college. So where is the irony you ask?
Well, dear reader, if you have ever followed my blog closely enough, you would have realised that I have major parental issues. I have led a miserable childhood, one in which I strived to keep them happy and deprive myself of all joy and fun. This included making sure I went to church and lifted up my arms in praise (huge lecture if you didn't do the latter), making sure I never ever failed a test even if it was just a class test (noncompliance resulted in being beaten, or having your existence ignored for a suitable period of time), never having male friends or going out to parties or outings of any kind that did not involve church, and never ever spending more money than was necessary on anything whatsoever. So I never got to own pretty, expensive stuff or clothing, but I made do, conscious of the fact that I owed my parents a great deal and it would never do to upset them.
My sister, on the other hand, has led a life of merry revelry wherein she has partied into the wee hours since she turned thirteen, has always worn branded fashion, has got whatever she wanted from my parents by coercion or blackmail. And they gave in to her everytime, just to keep her happy.
My college life, therefore, naturally consisted of subsisting on a mere 3000 rupees per month, being forced to live with relatives so as to cut me off of any hope of fun, never having a boyfriend, etc. Never once did the parents offer me a trip to any foreign country to cheer me up, besides the country they were living in, of course, and even then I'd be constantly reminded of how expensive plane tickets were, why I shouldn't do too much shopping as most of that stuff was available in India anyway and that I was to be with them twenty four hours a day.
I suppose my point is... It doesn't pay to be the good kid. So go ahead, all you teenagers, give em hell. It'll be so worth it in time.
2 comments:
This sounds so familiar. Only I didn't have any younger sibling to compare with.
Did you also get the lecture about how the time for fun and games was "later"? Later? When?
Yes, in fact my father's promise to my sister was that once she was through with college she could do with her life as she pleased. Of course, I am still being hounded to get married and 'settle down' as though I were some stray bit of straw. Apparently my unmarried state is a subject of great woe to them.
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