Mom…That day, you were so mean…

All of a sudden, today I thought of some of the classy incidents of my life…lol…one thing that really sprung up from the memory book was the “First Time I tasted Dad’s Spanking…”… Lol…it is indeed an interesting story…Here it goes like this…

As I have told u before…me and my brother were the best kids in the world, when dad was around..and we knew about some Untold Rules that dad wouldn’t like us to break…

1. Never call him from behind when he is going out…
2. When he is at home, NO CRYING or SHOUTING or FIGHTING…atleast he doesn’t wanna hear it…
3. Absolute NO for any of this IF he is all set to go for WORK…
4. No standing with a broom when he is off to anywhere…

So what ever we had to do against the above list...DO IT IN SILENCE....lol!!! And many such rules…majority of them were formed in him due to Superstitious beliefs…ofcourse, now ,after years…he is out of all that….but then, those days, he was too much into all that…and little could any of us even think of what could happen to us, if we broke his limits…lol!!!

So I was 11 or 12 years then…thankfully, unlike my brother, I never gave a reason for Dad to practice his Spanking skills on me..atleast till that day…lol!!!

So…it so happened that the day before…I had a Dentist appointment…and the Dentist didn’t like the look of one of my tooth to my right side…He was pretty sure that keeping my tooth for himself would be a better idea than keeping it with me within in my mouth…So the Cruel Dentist pulled out my sweet little tooth and that reduced me and that left with a numb feeling mixed with variant types of other emotions…The prick of Anaestasia did pain…but then there was some sort of an ache which was just on the way to transform itself into pain…for that moment, pain was not the issue…

But by evening, pain started walking in slowly, from a corner of my mouth to my ears, to my head and so on…the big bunch of cotton still sat there, exactly where the doctor had kept it…I still couldn’t feel my cheeks much and I felt there was a big swelling in there…very often, I looked at myself on the mirror to see, if in real my cheek has grown any size bigger than normal…uhmm…not much…just a bump due the cotton ball…

As the ache turned to pain, I bit hard into the cotton ball trying in vain to control the pain…uhm…its didn’t help much, but still, it was a relief…through the whole night, I was continuously biting against the cotton ball…which I had replaced with a fresh set…I knew, tomorrow, the day would be better with a painless mouth cavity and ache-less head…Little did I know…

The alarm rang the next day…I jumped out of my bed and I knew it…the numbness was gone…the swelling was gone…butttttttttt….WHAT THE HELL…my whole mouth was having a tangy pain…as if a pinch of salt on a fresh wound…grrr…I placed myself in front of the mirror again and inspected my mouth….Gosh…what did I dooooooooooooooo….the right side of my tongue was almost red with wounds…with pieces of flesh cut into pieces here and there…the bleeding had stopped some time in the night I suppose…but the pain had started once the sedatives and Anastasia left me….

So…it so happened that, it was in real my very own Tongue that I was biting hard the whole night…I was assuming it to be the cotton ball…due the numb feeling, I couldn’t even realize it wasn’t the damn cotton but my tongue that I was crunching off like a cow chewing its grass…which left me with bruises all over my tongue…

Now, the real story happened after this…to let u people know…I was slim like a pencil and could easily be used for a measuring scale…My mom very regularly got a good dose of advices from relatives for not taking care of me…She was often blamed for me not putting on some flesh into my thin body…Naturally, mom was upset..and just the previous day, my aunt had showered a good amount of advice on the importance of breakfast and milk and so on…

So, that destined day…Mom was adamant…she was adamant that she would make me eat the breakfast…and that too CHAPPATHI and CHICKEN CURRY…to add it up…the chicken curry was spicyyyyyyyyyy… I couldn’t even imagine putting anything spicy into my mouth…let alone chew it…I protested… “NO…I DON’T WANT BREAKFAST….”…Think mom was more serious in what she said…She started shouting at me for not having food properly and growing thin and so on…and to my bad luck…that was exactly when my dad was coming down the stairs all set to go to his office…grrr…

Dad, did hear the commotion…and he was damn upset…and due his anger, he shouted at me… “EAT THE FOOD…NOW” ..I was shocked…and was shivering…I sat in front of that Chappathi and took it to my mouth…the first strip…and the first tear from my eye fell into the chappathi…and what I heard next was not less than any roaring from any lion…I heard my dad saying… “What are u crying for…did your father die…” and then what happened was something like in one of those Sci-fi movie…I was running around the dining table and dad behind me spanking me hither and thither…I could hear nothing that he was screaming..nor could I understand what mom was telling while pulling him back… He acted as if he has lost it…and I ran as if my life depended on that…

This ‘run and chase’ continued for almost 5-6 minutes, if not more…but suddenly he stopped as he hit his hand against one of the chair and think he sprained his finger…I was pushed into one of the bedroom by my mom…and I could hear dad shouting at my mom too, for creating a scene when he was going out…and then heard his car leaving the car porch and out into the road…

I was in my bed…crying, sobbing…I was still in my uniform…uhmm…so today NO SCHOOL…afterall, that is what happened when my brother got his spanking..he was not allowed to go to school…I slowly removed my Tie…and that is when mom came into the room… “What are you doing…Go to School…”…she screamed… "No, Why…I don’t wanna go to school..after all, bro was also not allowed to go to school the other day…I am also not going..”…to my horror…Mom replied… “No…you ARE going to the school…get dressed and come out in 5 minutes…”…

Now…even today, I try to understand or realise…what was it that actually hurted me that day…Was it my torn tongue…or my Dad’s spanking…or Was it my Mom’s insensitiveness in forcing me to go to school even when I was expecting some sympathy for the show-down…

What do you think, guys…Wasn’t it mean…after all, I needed to be at home and mom should have let me spend the day crying and feeling bad for what happened….Uhmm…

“Mommmm…That day, you were so mean…”