The Story Of Every Indian Teenager

Chapter 1: When I was my boring self!

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RIDHIMA SINGH RATHORE

I was walking down the stairs.

Dread.

That's what I was feeling. My dad saw me with my friends today. Let me correct myself. He saw me with my guy friends. Why would that be a problem?! Well, it was a BIG problem- only in India, might I add. I hope he just hasn't sent some hired criminals to turn the guys into tandoori chicken!!

"Ahem" my dad cleared his throat snapping me out of my thoughts. As I walked down slowly, I saw him dash a stern expression on his face and was looking at me as if 'I' was dinner and not what was on his plate. My mum gave me an assuring smile. Now as mad as my dad was (I sometimes think he was supposed to be in the hospital than actually be here with us), my mum's a darling! She knew everything about me, and I considered her to be my best friend!

"So," my dad said "who was that guy with you?" God here it comes.

"Don't talk like you don't know him!" I replied, a bit frustrated at him.

"He's been my friend since we were two!! He was Dhruv!"

My dad relaxed a bit but his expression was still a bit rigid "He has grown up......" my dad trailed off.

"OMG! You're a genius dad!! It's the discovery of the decade... children grow up!! Wow! Who knew, right?" I rolled my eyes at him in sarcasm.

"Don't talk to me like that" my dad said annoyed "You know what I mean!"

"No I don't!" I said stubbornly even though I knew what was coming next. It was something a normal Indian teenager has to listen to a thousand times in a day!

"He has grown up! You two are not kids anymore! Do you have any idea what other people will think?!" my dad glared at me.

"Why does it matter what others think? Shouldn't we just be happy with our own life?" I stammered. I knew talking back right now wasn't the best thing to do.

"Do not talk back Ridhima Singh Rathore!" dad shot through his clenched jaw "Go back to your room, no dinner for you!"

oh yay! The classic punishment! Room and no food, superb combo.

"No, please at least let her have food." my mum politely requested.

"I am not hungry mum. Its OK, I'll talk to you later" I smiled assuringly at her.

She just gave me a dissapointed look. "Alright" she said.

As I started towards the staircase my dad's voice stopped me.

"Don't talk to that boy anymore. If not for us then for our family name. I request you this once or you will regret it later."

But he's my bestfriend! I thought, but didn't say it out loud. I knew it will only get into trouble. DAMN YOU India! Even here the country capital, Delhi people had such a mind set! I went up to my room disgusted.

Only in India can a parent so freely tell their kids that they are going to kill them. If you still didn't get it, he just threatened my life.

Yeah! Only in India!