Well, I am no Janice from Friends( If you have been a viewer to
Friends, you would just LOL ). I am not trying to be her , I am just trying to
count the numbers , no wonder they mean less to me, I mean age doesn’t trouble my
peace, but the only thing I am apprehensive about is – I AM A GROWN UP… L Age is just a number, but when the people
around ( The family and siblings) voice about me being a grown up, I am like “
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
Let me share some challenges that my mind has taken up over these
days:
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You have finished your college and now you are working, why don’t you
get serious about the perfect matches we see for the rest of my life? – Dad
-
You have pretty much enjoyed everything coming your way in school,
college and during job, why don’t look make a glance at the kitchen and see how
the things work? – Mom
-
She is now a graduate, she has started earning too, we think ,
this is the right age and time for her to get married? I have some good nerds
in my mind? – My ever irksome relatives: 0 . Aaaahhhhhhh
no wonder whatever my parents say, but when these relatives poke in their nose, all my concentration in the kitchen goes towards the knife, may be to see how good and sharp the knife can be (pj I know)
no wonder whatever my parents say, but when these relatives poke in their nose, all my concentration in the kitchen goes towards the knife, may be to see how good and sharp the knife can be (pj I know)
Forget , my mind needs a break… I love saying that its my life...i
want to live it my way...but that's true when i know my parents and my siblings
are behind me...supporting me when i fall...no doubt i make enough to pay for my
expenses but i still take pocket money...i don't like spending money i have
made...so i just gave them to my parents...and am so happy with the money they
gave me...the amount they think i must get...not because i think i owe them
something but because i know it very well that if i have my salary in my
hand...it won't take me even a week to spend all of it...
AND THEY EXPECTED ME TO LIVE BY MYSELF
i mean even talking about the kitchen stuff...okay...i am fine
with cooking...but HOW THE HELL COULD I DECIDE WHAT AND HOW MUCH TO BE BOUGHT???????
isn't it great when some people (say our parents) are responsible
for us :)
so what if i have shopped much this month...they are paying :P
i can't imagine myself doing all that stuff my mom-dad are
doing...(Raising devils like us ? Lol :P) and the most important
thing-"HOW THEY EVEN EXPECT THAT FROM ME?"
well at this my parents said-
when it was the time to choose a career...you said...
"I HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT, I WILL DECIDE" when it’s about clothes-
"I AM COMFORTABLE IN THESE, I WILL TAKE THESE"
Isn't it difficult to live with someone else's parents...? yeah I know the conventional answer as to
marriage is a bond and we have to be a part of it… CRAP it is …
On the lighter side, I may be happy to think all around, but how
would the life go if I have to live with a family , I am never close to , to a
place where everyone is as new as a trespasser. The money thing may always be
solved(Even in the recession times I could make some poundsJ) but living life...when you
know your parents are not close enough to rescue you each
time... living without that rescue shield which was wrapped around
you even before your birth...
-Jagriti
-Jagriti
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