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Thursday, January 21, 2010

A Note:




Ok. Screw all promises and resolutions. I agree I have not been blogging regularly( and I am not ashamed, life's busy...and the brain's empty). 
But now, to more important things.....Parents are here...visiting, pampering and making my house a home. The two people in the world you can always take for granted...the two people who you know will never say NO....and the two people with whom at some point and time in life you have had a love-hate relationship.
It's strange how we experience different relationships with these two people- you are first their child, then their friend(of course many don't know what that's like and it is indeed....sad) and strangely enough, later in life, a parent(yes when your parents return to their second childhood, it is often like that). And, again, strangely enough all these roles are worth it.....
So, anyway, parents are here...the house feels warmer, the food IS better and yours truly does not need to be responsible for 10 days. The home is filled with loud cheer, long hugs, soft giggles, music, pitter, patter and thump, thump of feet and a general YAY attitude...
Now all of us who have tasted life in a different city, start feeling a little shifty and restless when asked to spend more than a certain period of time with parents...the taste of independence does that to us. Parents, are thus taken more for granted..... It seems cooler to say "I like living alone" and all the hurt that the parent generation feels is shoved gently under layers of "Well, we are happy for you...you are all so-grown up and responsible".
But dear parents.....we(as the generic children class) are idiots most of the time. We live alone and put up a brave front, only to be able to cope....we claim to love independence, only to console ourselves of all the things we feel deprived of and we do complain about you, only because that's what children do...
But we love you more than you will ever ever imagine and the only thing we want to really do is to run home and live off your money....and stretch our  childhood days to eternity. 
Yet we will still be living alone as pretending adults and still be managing in our incomplete ways...because you have taught us well and well....that's what we( the generic class of children) do.