Is it a deal with this crop of "Those from the '90s will understand" beings, or is it how it's always been? The moment we cross the tender age of 20, we think of ourselves as proper adults. Yes, secretly, somewhere down the line, we know for a fact that it's not true. Oh, and the moment we've crossed living a quarter century on this beautiful planet, we are under the impression that we have the wisdom of an octogenarian. Well, some of them do, and I bloody hate them for that.
Now, an important aspect of adulthood is drinking. Of course, if you're a Parsi, or a Christian, that doesn't apply to you. Because, well, your cultures sort-of-seemingly rock in terms of drinking mannerisms. Goodness, how I wish I could guzzle from the moment I was born . In front of my parents.
Be it with or without consent, going tipsy isn't a phenomenon discovered in the last one hour. And part of that parcel is coming back home drunk. It's a scary prospect, especially if your folks can't sleep until you're back home, safe and sound. It's a fortune to have a haven of that sort, I recently realised. And then one day, I came back three beers down. Bad idea. My mom caught me within half a microsecond of seeing me at the door. And it was just 9pm, not like a late 1am. scene, where I came in with a stupor and a shaky walk.
That's when I realised that the most embarrassing moment in your life is when your mom catches you drunk. I bet getting caught naked in awkward positions may be way more ignominious, but eh, let's go there when we get to it. So, yeah. Sneaking into your place drunk, getting caught red handed = somebody gonna get hurt real bad.
My mom got so hysterical, that even my dad panicked, as though I'd killed four people on my way home. He heard the case, and to my surprise, he remained rather calm. Not the reaction I'd anticipated, for I was dead sure he'd tell me to find a place for myself somewhere else. He did reprimand me in front of mom, gave me the "This is not the age to do all this rubbish. Focus on working hard." line. But for the horror story that I thought the evening would pan out to be, what I got was gentle acupuncture. And trust me, the soft treatment actually amplified my misery. I'd never apologised to my dad. Until that day. Fuck knows why.
Fast-forward one week to today. I'd just come back from a hard workout, my whole back tight as an extra-small spandex costume. Dad was out with his single-malt bottle (yeah, he has a nice little collection of his own), having a drink with dadaji, and goodness knows from where, he offered me a drink.
Flabbergasted is a word I don't get to use as often as I like, but that's exactly what I was in that moment. I don't know if it's a thing with guys, but the saying goes that your dad considers you a friend the day he offers you a drink. And is it always overwhelming for the kid? For hell yes, I'm bloody well overwhelmed. And what's worse, I don't know how to put what I feel into words. So, that's ..... awesome.
Maybe, just maybe, you're not supposed to make such a big deal out of it. Maybe you're supposed to, because your parents actually think that you're a grown-up and everything. Or, maybe you should try doing something serious with your life, something that makes the world a better place. Just for the record, I didn't take the drink. But, then again, I don't think that matters. Adulthood, phew, it's heavier than deadlifting 120kg.
Now, an important aspect of adulthood is drinking. Of course, if you're a Parsi, or a Christian, that doesn't apply to you. Because, well, your cultures sort-of-seemingly rock in terms of drinking mannerisms. Goodness, how I wish I could guzzle from the moment I was born . In front of my parents.
Be it with or without consent, going tipsy isn't a phenomenon discovered in the last one hour. And part of that parcel is coming back home drunk. It's a scary prospect, especially if your folks can't sleep until you're back home, safe and sound. It's a fortune to have a haven of that sort, I recently realised. And then one day, I came back three beers down. Bad idea. My mom caught me within half a microsecond of seeing me at the door. And it was just 9pm, not like a late 1am. scene, where I came in with a stupor and a shaky walk.
That's when I realised that the most embarrassing moment in your life is when your mom catches you drunk. I bet getting caught naked in awkward positions may be way more ignominious, but eh, let's go there when we get to it. So, yeah. Sneaking into your place drunk, getting caught red handed = somebody gonna get hurt real bad.
My mom got so hysterical, that even my dad panicked, as though I'd killed four people on my way home. He heard the case, and to my surprise, he remained rather calm. Not the reaction I'd anticipated, for I was dead sure he'd tell me to find a place for myself somewhere else. He did reprimand me in front of mom, gave me the "This is not the age to do all this rubbish. Focus on working hard." line. But for the horror story that I thought the evening would pan out to be, what I got was gentle acupuncture. And trust me, the soft treatment actually amplified my misery. I'd never apologised to my dad. Until that day. Fuck knows why.
Fast-forward one week to today. I'd just come back from a hard workout, my whole back tight as an extra-small spandex costume. Dad was out with his single-malt bottle (yeah, he has a nice little collection of his own), having a drink with dadaji, and goodness knows from where, he offered me a drink.
Flabbergasted is a word I don't get to use as often as I like, but that's exactly what I was in that moment. I don't know if it's a thing with guys, but the saying goes that your dad considers you a friend the day he offers you a drink. And is it always overwhelming for the kid? For hell yes, I'm bloody well overwhelmed. And what's worse, I don't know how to put what I feel into words. So, that's ..... awesome.
Maybe, just maybe, you're not supposed to make such a big deal out of it. Maybe you're supposed to, because your parents actually think that you're a grown-up and everything. Or, maybe you should try doing something serious with your life, something that makes the world a better place. Just for the record, I didn't take the drink. But, then again, I don't think that matters. Adulthood, phew, it's heavier than deadlifting 120kg.