Things you would understand if your parents are strict
**Disclaimer : This post is written with the consent of my awesomely supportive parents. They have been my strength always and have always stood by me and helped me live my dreams. But yes there was a time when they were strict, and it’s completely because of that, I’m what I am today…
I totally love my parents!!
Like most of us do..
I have really attentive, supportive, hard-working and extremely strict parents.
I’m talking about come-back-home-by-6-or-you-would-be-dead kind of strict.
I often wonder, how I managed to have a boyfriend, and that too a long distant one, and ended up marrying him.
Before I met my husband, I never went on a date, went to parties, or tried anything that was illegal due to a very close supervision.
If your parents have been similarly strict, you would definitely relate to the experiences here.
You became a great liar:
Lying is not what you wanted. However you developed this skill out of an extreme necessity.
Frankly you weren’t actually lying, just leaving out certain major details that might trigger the parenting police.
The major trick that you must have used was, to use female names when hanging out with the opposite gender. And yes, not to forget, saving all the names of the opposite gender on your mobile by female names.
All your friends stopped calling you over to things because they knew you wouldn’t be allowed:
Come on guys!! Have a heart.
You liked being invited, even though you knew your parents would beat the crap out of you if you even opened your mouth to request them.
What was even worse was watching all your friends have fun without you on Orkut (yes that ancient Facebook-kind-of-website ).
You had mastered the art of safe and silent return:
Strict parents have some kind of crazy satellite skills. They might miss noticing you when you sneak out. But trust me, they would have their ultra powerful antennas on , while you return.
Moreover, all possible things would fall on the way back to your room, your shoes start creaking, the key to the house door jams and to top it all, you fall flat on your face when you would see your parents watching you.
Curfew was always a high stake negotiation:
I had two major tricks to take care of this.
One Never to underestimate my goals, and second aiming high.
However my mom was always stuck to my deadline to be 6pm.
Come on!!! Who had that kind of a deadline.
Your parent’s strange catchphrases drove you mad:
A couple of phrases my parents used to use to freak me out were : “God is watching you always” , ” If you think you would drink and hide the smell by pouring a bottle full of perfume, I would still know“.
My favourite of all was when I wanted to go for a college trip and my mom said ” The boy you are dating would push you off the cliff, as a revenge for you opposing the ragging his friends and he did when you were a fresher“. Like really mom???
Well that boy never pushed me off any cliff, I’m married to him and we have lovely kids.
Your parents getting disappointed was way worse than the actual punishment:
Earning your parents love by trying to be good was a tough task. And failing to do so, led to abandonment.
Once when I cut my Rapunzel hair, my parents didn’t speak to me for a month. Until I begged and pleaded to grow my hair back.
What’s ironical is that, the same parents totally love my rocking-short-crazy-haircut.
The worse is, your friends were scared of them too:
Everytime you planned a pyjama party at your house, your friends came up with wierd excuses. And when they were around your parents, they began to shake inexplicably.
Your friends would address your parents with the reverence that is usually reserved for kings and queens.
Well, your friends couldn’t be blamed for that through.
Your parents have a mastered art of intimidation.
Do you relate to the points above?
Please share your crazy experiences. Would love to know.
P.S. I love my parents, and they really ROCK!!
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