the bridge between us and elders is slowly building yet breaking

By Rini -

 

Sto-rini - 11


Today, something happened.

 

Everyone (kids and their mothers) was in a room just chit chatting. The kids were playing a game and suddenly one of them gets hurt. She says, “You hurt my feelings, my feelings are hurt” and rushes off.

 

I just sat there in a surprise actually. I was laughing because it felt funny and I was also happy she said that it hurt her. But ultimately it came off funny for me. It could’ve ended there but one of the mothers says, “I hate when kids sulk”. I didn’t like it. That hurt MY feelings. But I didn’t say so. Then another mother adds “whats so bad about (that topic that hurt the girl)?” I felt the need to interfere. I knew that girl was too young t defend herself and i also needed to have a beef with someone. (It has been long).

 

I said, “Even I would be embarrassed in that age”. The woman was surprised and turned her complete attention towards me. She looked like she had to hear it again to comprehend it so I did so. She was purely interested now. I started speaking, “that kind of stuff is no surprise to hurt a kid her age”. She understood it. The reason they all despised was that they were thinking about it in their point of view.

 

Then the same woman from earlier says “I hate when kids sulk”. Again. This time I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I just wanted to argue at that moment. “At least she said the reason she was angry”. That didn’t water their fires, they were still fuming. Wouldn’t you rather have them sulk knowing their reasons than without? At this point they were just ignorant.

 

All they wanted was to not have their kids sulk at all. But it’s common for kids that age. Their argument was that it would continue until later in their lives where it could become a problem. I agree, we all agree to that but it’s not like every habit we have right now is continued in our adults’ life. (If it would then I want to be able to post every 10 days forever). Worrying about the future shouldn’t stop us from living the present. We shouldn’t lose our childhood to expectations and standards of the adult world.

 

Another teen was in the room thankfully and it was not all vs. one. I had someone on my side. We say that it was a good thing she was expressing how she feels rather than bottling it up like us (here, teens). The mothers were quite surprised when we said we bottled up our stuff. They got curious. They just started agreeing to us in the way of collectively talking over each other in agreeable nods.

 

They then realized how everyone sulks at some point in their lives and it’s normal.  It’s only visible now because of the reduced size of the family and hence everyone has spotlight. Previously there were a minimum of 5 kids per family and no one actually got any attention or care. So they are all learning.

 

It is okay that they are leaning it. But some just can’t be helped. They are reluctant to learn and grow, they are egoistic, a by-product of growing up.

I could clearly see it on some mothers’ faces that basically say “I’m just gonna nod and agree for now and forget every shit that comes outta the kids mouth. They know nothing and they can’t teach me”

Well, those people, my friend, can never be likeable.

 

Not to brag but my mom always tries to learn. I wish to inculcate that habit of hers to keep learning even in my forties. When we got home she said, “You were right about expressing feelings”. I love her so much. She is the best.

 

So that is how I had a showdown with my neighbors who are probably gonna give me a side-eye for the rest of my life here. I’ll be seeing them a lot. But I don’t regret a word I said there (except when I said, desi moms need to learn about therapy; I said it in a very low voice, I had to).

 

~The End~

 

 

The moral of the story? Sometimes it’s nice to argue with others rather than staring into a blank white screen that slowly turns into pixels trying to consume you altogether.

 

That’s that and that is it for today guys <33 (love this sentence *insert heart eyes*)

 

What is your version of the moral of this incident? I stand proud with mine 😤

 

Okay then, have a good day and an even better week! It’s already February!!

 

Lovingly,

Rini.

 

 

TDD- (ten day diary)

I’m just so grateful for those times when I used to write consistently because now I'm d34d meat *thumbs up emoji*. 

Also happy republic day!

Say what? You want to know my 10 days went? Well, there were days that I LOVED. I had viva for two of my subjects and I can say they went well. The externals seemed pretty cool (they were women). I’m working on reducing my procrastination (watching YouTube and reels all day) so I shifted to Netflix and I completed two series and now I have no purpose of life. [‘All of us are dead’ and ‘the disastrous life of Saiki k’]. If you are my teacher and reading this, just ignore the last two lines.

 

Oh and I’ve been making memories with people I love. Oh and I even wrote (well I recorded it so I technically didn’t type it yet) a poem!! It’s been so long and I’m quite excited to complete it and show it to you <3.

 

Have a lovely week on behalf of me (I have tons of viva and studying to do).

Love you,

Me.

 

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