Time rewind

In my opinion, time is a funny thing. Everytime you rewind it, it leaves you with different emotions. As my parents' first offspring, I have had a peculiar relationship with my folks.The word evolution only begins to describe it and my two siblings are thorough witnesses to the various painful stages of that evolution.I remember turning fifiteen and discovering boys and learning about the birds and the bees...I was sort of a late bloomer, thanks to my parents over protective punjabi nature.They were ready with their swords out at the mention of a boy's name. What, did they think the whole of mankind was waiting for me to turn sweet 16 or what? Take my word for it, that so wasn't the case.I wish it was though.

So in a nutshell, from the age of 15-20, I hated them. Mostly their rules and restrictions. My mum was always the messenger, so she and I quabbled a lot. She was a victim of my teenage fits and tantrums but it never bothered her somehow. Everytime I wanted something and I was refused, I used to threatened them that I would not have dinner. And they would usually say, "cool". I loathed their indifference to my demands. I guess now when I look back, it's called 'good parenting'. Not giving into your child's relentless and unending demands takes a lot of patience and determination.Though I mostly got my way, because I am a total daddy's girl and his heart could never stand my tears. My mother, of course, was smarter than that. She got immune to the crocodile tears.The thing I remember clearly is that smirk she had on her calm face as she repeatedly told me that I would be thankful one day. Or let's just say, she was hopeful.

But in all honestly, a decade later, it's dawned on me that my upbringing has made me who I am now. I may not be brilliant or super sucessful but I am happy and thankful. I value people and relationships. The love bonds and blood bonds that I share with some fine individuals are cherished over all else. I value life and all its givings..may be because my parents intended to teach me that all those frivoulous things that I fought for daily, were insignificant. As Linkin Park (a rock band) brillaintly summed it up..."In the end , it doesn't even matter..."