A Lesson Learnt....

NOTE: Not one of my better posts, but I just had to put this down somewhere.

I had an experience recently that seriously affected me in many ways.

I had gone to tuition and we had a test which got over in just half an hour. We had another thirty minutes to kill, and so one of friends decided to give a party just for the heck of it. I didn't want to go home, but I wasn't sure if I should just wander off without telling my rikshaw kaka either. Still, ignoring the voice of my inner conscience, I started walking with them towards the nearest Cafe Coffee Day, which happened to be much farther away than I thought it was.

By the time we reached there it was already a quarter to seven and I was getting tensed. But in the excitement of ordering and finding a place to sit I managed to fool my conscience yet again. The cashier took an excruciatingly long time to process our bill, and an even longer time to actually give us our orders (it was actually two coffees and a piece of cake that we all shared, cos we had a limited budget and CCD is wayyy expensive). We started eating at seven, and I had given up all hopes of reaching back in time. Finally we finished eating and began walking back at seven fifteen. When we got there at seven thirty, the first thing I saw was my kaka, who told me to go and tell our tuition sir that I was safe.

Imagine my mortification at bursting into a class and telling sir that I was okay!! He told me to call my parents. I called my dad, and the tone of his voice itself told me the deep, deep trouble I was in. The whole rikshaw ride home, I was freaking out about the scolding I was going to receive when I got home. I probably burnt all those calories in the rikshaw itself!

When I reached home, instead of the scolding I expected, I had a talk with my dad. I know that it was my responsibility to call and tell that I was going to be late. But I was too caught up in my own world. I don't want a cell phone either. Of course, I knew that my parents aren't going to trust me after this, ever again. That was a lot less than what I had been expecting, but somehow it hurt more than a grounding would have. But I learned something from this incident: Nothing, no party, nothing is worth losing your parents' trust. And I have to work extra-hard to earn it back.