If you can know me

A peek into my past

Susant's POV
" OK mama, I won't go ..just stop fretting for God's sake!"
" No I am not asking you to not go , it's just that I am worried my puchu ( it's an Odia word (our local language) for cute child) ."
" Mom , please stop using that word , I'm not a kid anymore! I'm already fifteen! As big as I can get! "
" Pfft, you are still my child ", my mother chided as she ruffled my hair." And it's not like you are big enough, baby...see, I still have to wash your clothes and put away your books and other god-knows-what-freaking-pod
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"I-pod ! Mom! and please stop embarrassing me" , I pleaded , my cheeks flushing red in shame ,thinking what my friends will say . I'm sure my mother's voice could be heard from a mile away for it has the power wake up a polar bear from hibernation.
( I can assure you the above referred polar bear is none other than my lazy self; not that I will ever mention it to my mother that I agree that her son is a born- slacker.)
And speaking of my friends, I am willing to bet a thousand rupees (Hey!just joking ,I don't have that much money anyways ; if I ever lose, though chances of my losing are slim)  that they are making a full blown video of me being taken down by my hyper mom.

Yeah ,now I can see them. The bastards!!! Hiding in the garden outside under bedroom window right now. Andy's phone can be seen peeking out from corner ..and hey they are surely making a video! My suspicions have come true! Those devils..
Shit!

They will surely upload that damned video l in facebook with a caption " SUSANT IS A BABY !!!!BABY DICKHEAD !!!LOL" with a tally board- " Susant :0 , Mother : 1 million" .

" OK OK ,whatever, that's another thing..my point is you still aren't that big for going for night-out with those buddies of yours; they are too old for you-"

"Mom, I can take care of myself and Ravi Bhai( odia for 'bro' ) is cool...so what if he is a little older than me? Its only four years ,not a generation gap!"

" Don't you dare give me that I-know-better-than-you-look , Mister! ", mother's voice rose a few octaves and the word ' Mister' was enough to ring warning bells and I knew it was time to show the proverbial white flag.

You never cross mother unless you want a really good smack on your head with the frying pan or worse, a Olympic-worthy sore butt.

A snort sounded from outside and the rough voice was enough to say it was Ravi Bhai. I shot an annoyed glare in their general direction and turned to find my mother still burning holes into my head. Apparently she didn't hear the snort or chose to ignore it ,whatever .

" OK then,  I will not go anywhere, just sit here at home miserably while everyone is busy partying for the new year." I used my best miserable  puppy dog expression and looked up at mom with pleading eyes.

And just like that mom melted.

Ha!!Susant : score-1 .
Mothers are just like this. Even if the world will be on the verge of being wiped out of existence , moms will be always like this. They can't bear to see their child hurt, no matter what . And it is a really powerful weapon. When reasoning doesn't work ,emotional
situations do.
This doesn't mean I don't love my mom or am using her to have my way...it's just I'm a teenager for crying out loud! If you  are one you can understand what I mean .

"No honey, I'm not stopping you , I'm just asking you to be careful and keep calling me so that i can know that you are okay .Promise me ? Its just my boy is going out without anyone to look after him ,so I'm worried."

" Yahooo!!! My mom is the best ! Love you mom!" , I punched the air in happiness. In fact I was so elated that I didn't even have  time to cringe at her referral to me as 'honey'. I mean, who calls your almost sixteen year-old son 'honey' ?

Well today is December 31 ,the new year's eve and I'm going out for partying with my new cool friends, the whole freaking night!!! Just wow.

We are five friends in total . Ravi Bhai being the eldest ,nineteen and me the youngest one in the group. Andy or, Antar ( well we used to call him anty in short, but it led to pretty messy fights, so the name is banned),is seventeen; Sourav and Sagar  are both eighteen . We had met earlier while roaming around the streets . But we bonded only after coming under Ravi Bhai's wing.

Oh and let me mention we are supposed to be rich spoiled kids ,thanks to our fathers' huge incomes and equally generous pocket money. 

Everyone except Ravi Bhai.. Well I don't know where he's from but he's surely cool to hang around . Its  just that he gives off an aura of  don't-mess-with-me-or-you-will-horribly-regret-it vibe that instantly attracted my attention.

Though friends for only a few months , I  learnt many worldly things from him, from girls to sex education, from homework to cigarettes
(  dont mention to mom or she will freak out !!I swear I only tried once and ended up coughing and retching to whole fifteen minutes, so not going near one until next birth)  , all the places where different stuffs are sold from household goods to black market ,etc.
( dont ask me how he knows, I honestly have no idea and he is  a rather private guy and doesn't discuss his past life.)

We had met in ganesh puja fair when I had saved him from getting hit by the dragon ride when he accidentally fell overboard , and so we had clicked from  then on . I am the newest member in their group, the  'newbie' by their standards. But they hope I'll learn soon .God knows what .Still its fun together.
As of by rules of bro code we dont disclose what we do to anyone else and each member is given equal importance.. No matter what your age is.
OK ,OK I'm going off in tangents again. See its just a bad habit of mine.

Anyways the point is  today we are going to a local nightclub called  "little men" and I'm going to  experiment with beer the first time !I mean what's the harm in just taking a little sip ?We are going for gaming the rest of the night !! It will be fun ,seriously dude.

As for my father he couldn't care less as far as I'm concerned. He is too busy in him timber business.
That leaves my mother .But how will she know ? Unless someone breaks the bro code.
With that happy thought I  sprinted out of my house ,barging through the front gates , my friends hot on my heels.
Once outside Andy smacked me in the head and smirked playfully, " So, baby Susant got the pass ,huh? Am I right honey?"
I just ignored that thick-skulled annoying piece of shit.

Nothing can go wrong tonight. We will have fun. Too much  fun in welcoming the new year.

I was wrong . So very wrong.

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