Well, I’m sure that all of you have at least ONCE IN A WHILE been sandwiched into a situation (UNINTENTIONALLY!) where your mom has one opinion on a certain matter and your dad has another. The result of this dissonance- Yeah! A chaotic mirth. And that’s exactly what today’s post is about.

These tiny experiences do lighten me up. But it also leads me to wonder an unfathomable question, how did these two people, one from the North Pole and one from the South Pole end up together? It’s quite a valid question if you think about it…and I still haven’t found the answer I was looking for.

Anyways, enjoy!

(I scored well in my previous exams (even Business Studies! Don’t ask how I managed to pull it off even though I consider my grasp in it, Ummmm, terrible?) and as usual, my parents stepped into their avatars as North and South.)

Dad: “Wow! Congratulations! That’s my daughter for sure(beams at me😊). She inherited her father’s intelligence and hard work.”

Me: Silently enjoying the praise, BUT THEN-

Mum: “She did absolutely nothing. All my perseverance in nagging her to study day and night is why she scored well.”

Em: Meanwhile, crashes her scooter into the sofa because she was too busy watching the impending entertainment.

Dad: “Don’t say that. It’s all my work. I elaborated and explained the concepts to her too”.

Me: Just there in the middle, realizing that both of them took credit for my work-

Mum: “Oh please. You spoil her too much☹”

Dad: “TELL ME, DIDN’T YOU UNDERSTAND BUSINESS STUDIES BECAUSE OF ME?”*Looks at me*

Me: “Ahhhhhhhhh, yep. Definitely.

Mum: “Your still dwelling on that?”

Dad: “MY HARD WORK!”

Mum: “Please do all that hard work now. I would be indebted if you actually decided to teach her something”

*Proudly walks off with a laundry basket in her hands*

Dad: *In utter confusion as to what on earth just happened but then begins guffawing*

Me: Walks away with my hands in the air

Em: Silently observes everything with a chip in her mouth like it’s popcorn

Mum: Vigorously washing the laundry.

————————-END OF PART 1—————————–

(So, there was this one time that I went on a field trip, and another vehicle bumped into the back of our bus, creating a dent. Well! No one was injured, only every student was thrilled rather than scared about injuring themselves. Obviously, I messaged my parents about this incident, and the difference in their reaction was….Hilarious!!.)

Me: Texting my parents about the incident.

Me: After waiting for 20 seconds, my phone vibrates

Mum: OMG! ARE YOU OKAY? I HOPE YOU AREN’T INJURED! DON’T BE ON YOUR PHONE. DON’T CHECK WHATSAPP. I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. LOVE YOU!

Meanwhile, my dad…

Dad: Hmmmm

Me: HELLO? I COULD’VE BEEN INJURED.

Dad: Hmmmm

Dad: It’s fine, you are fine, right?

Me: But Dad !!!! Hellooooo !!!

Dad: Enjoy your field trip and don’t worry about such things. Love you. Bye.

Me: Sighing in resignation !

——————————END OF PART 2————————–

(For this final play, this needs no prologue-)

Me: Texts my mum about where we would be going after school.

Me: Texts her about homework

Me: Texts her about my dance costume

Me: Texts her about coming back home early from school

Me: YELLS AT HER TO REPLY FASTER.

Also, me: Calls her more than a million times

Meanwhile…

Mum: Types

Types longer

Types for 10 minutes

Types for 30 minutes

One eternity later, it still says typing

THE END OF THE UNIVERSE, STILL TYPING…And Finally….

Mum: OK

AHHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. WHATTTT !! I AM IN LITERAL DISBELIEF. Apparently, a lot of my friends can relate to this…AND WHEN I CONFRONTED MY MUM AT HOME, SHE WENT, “oH, wHat dId I dO? dOn’T bE sO dRaMaTic”

And she didn’t even tell me what she said “OK” to …Sigh!

However, my dad…

Me: Calls him about something…….

Me: Gets busy and forgets about the call……..

Dad: Calls me 5000 times and doesn’t give up until I pick up and tell him why I called.

———————————END OF PART 3———————–

The rib-tickling differences between your parents in day-to-day life do make your entire world more interesting. There are a few more which I would be sharing later. Till then…..

Signing off…