Grooming the Bride
‘JANANI! How many times do I have to wake you up?! Can’t you see am getting late? Are you even bothered that I am running up and down trying to finish chores AND yelling at you to wake up. When will you ever learn?’
I woke up to these pleasant sounds this morning. Actually, this is what I wake to every morning. At first, you don’t know if it is just a bad dream, until the voice becomes clearer and sounds nearer. Yeah, that’s mom yelling.
Sometimes when I wake up with a headache, I am not sure if it is because of a disturbed sleep or hearing these tranquilizing sounds first thing in the morning.
What’s wrong, I ask. I do not have family responsibilities like my mom does. I don’t have kids to send to school. I don’t have a husband to send to office. If anything, I have a brother who I have to drag from the bed when I leave office to get him to lock the door. Then why should my slender shoulders be burdened with Herculean responsibilities like waking up early when all I want to do is sleep a few peaceful minutes more?
They say the atmosphere and the mood you wake in decides your mood for most of your day. Now you can imagine what poor me has been going through.
As if yelling at me to wake up early is not enough, she also yells at me for not helping her in the kitchen. I mean, what’s that! I am going to go through that hell when I get married anyway. Why start the torture so soon? I don’t need practice to face torture!
I have to start cooking, I have to learn house-keeping… I have to basically start grooming myself for wifehood. They should probably start including it as a subject in schools and colleges. We would at least have the option of bunking. :P
Seriously though, it doesn’t require a degree to cook something that’s edible. What’s google for? House-keeping is something that comes from within us according to the situation if we are not dumb enough to not catch on. For instance, when I stayed as a paying guest for a year, I washed my own clothes, cleaned my cupboard and bed and led a pretty decent life. Why should I practice it at home?
If I talk back about it to mom, I am written off as no good. Well, I don’t care. I want to enjoy my bachelorette life. I don’t care how many dialogues of ‘I was not like this. I listened to my mother’ or ‘I don’t know why only you are like this’ or ‘When will you ever understand’ or ‘God, she is definitely going to spoil my name in her household’ I hear. I am NOT going to go through a crash course on ‘How to Be a Good Wife’. If my husband has any complaints, let him come out with it and we’ll sort it out.
I feel like Kareena Kapoor in Mein Prem Ki Deewani Hoon when her mom asks her to act shy and smile coyly when Hrithik arrives. I would rather die than do such a thing.
Flash news, mom and dad. I won’t screw up my married life. Believe it for your own good. Period.
I woke up to these pleasant sounds this morning. Actually, this is what I wake to every morning. At first, you don’t know if it is just a bad dream, until the voice becomes clearer and sounds nearer. Yeah, that’s mom yelling.
Sometimes when I wake up with a headache, I am not sure if it is because of a disturbed sleep or hearing these tranquilizing sounds first thing in the morning.
What’s wrong, I ask. I do not have family responsibilities like my mom does. I don’t have kids to send to school. I don’t have a husband to send to office. If anything, I have a brother who I have to drag from the bed when I leave office to get him to lock the door. Then why should my slender shoulders be burdened with Herculean responsibilities like waking up early when all I want to do is sleep a few peaceful minutes more?
They say the atmosphere and the mood you wake in decides your mood for most of your day. Now you can imagine what poor me has been going through.
As if yelling at me to wake up early is not enough, she also yells at me for not helping her in the kitchen. I mean, what’s that! I am going to go through that hell when I get married anyway. Why start the torture so soon? I don’t need practice to face torture!
I have to start cooking, I have to learn house-keeping… I have to basically start grooming myself for wifehood. They should probably start including it as a subject in schools and colleges. We would at least have the option of bunking. :P
Seriously though, it doesn’t require a degree to cook something that’s edible. What’s google for? House-keeping is something that comes from within us according to the situation if we are not dumb enough to not catch on. For instance, when I stayed as a paying guest for a year, I washed my own clothes, cleaned my cupboard and bed and led a pretty decent life. Why should I practice it at home?
If I talk back about it to mom, I am written off as no good. Well, I don’t care. I want to enjoy my bachelorette life. I don’t care how many dialogues of ‘I was not like this. I listened to my mother’ or ‘I don’t know why only you are like this’ or ‘When will you ever understand’ or ‘God, she is definitely going to spoil my name in her household’ I hear. I am NOT going to go through a crash course on ‘How to Be a Good Wife’. If my husband has any complaints, let him come out with it and we’ll sort it out.
I feel like Kareena Kapoor in Mein Prem Ki Deewani Hoon when her mom asks her to act shy and smile coyly when Hrithik arrives. I would rather die than do such a thing.
Flash news, mom and dad. I won’t screw up my married life. Believe it for your own good. Period.
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