write a paragraph Do your parents get angry with you when you cause bany harm to your house hold area? write an incident when you were scolded or punished for causing such harm
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May 1998,
Chandigarh, India.
My parents and I, for the first time since I was born took a real vacation. We could never really afford long trips for the most part of my childhood so this was something very special for us. We stopped at many dhabas(local eateries) along the way from Delhi to Manali and almost always ate their Dal, Roti and Lassi.
I was not really a foodie back then but I was in love with butter chicken; I mean come on, who wasn’t? At one of the places, I saw them serve butter chicken to one of the other tables. We had already ordered though and our food had been served. I started to throw a tantrum and refused to eat the dal chawal and roti. My mom tried telling me that we can have the butter chicken the next time around but I should not waste food that’s on my plate and it’s not polite to throw tantrums like this. I was having none of it; I started banging my plate and demanding butter chicken and somewhere along that time I unintentionally dropped my plate to the ground and the food on it spilled over.
That’s when my dad intervened. He just gave me that look which I knew meant I was in serious trouble. I didn’t say another word but I was upset with them for the last two days of our trip because I didn’t get butter chicken.
When we got back home to Pune, dad very simply said to mom that for the next 7 days I will only get plain dal and rice for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I won’t be given anything else and if I don’t like it I can choose to starve; but no other food except plain dal and rice. I huffed and walked off knowing that mom wouldn’t agree to this madness; but she did; what made it even worse was that both of them too endured that punishment with me. I rebelled for the first two days but then I started to get really hungry so I shut up and ate the food. For seven days straight, the three of us ate only plain dal and rice.
After my week was up, dad told me to come with him on Sunday morning. I went without saying a word; I was still so mad at him. For the rest of the day he took me to orphanages and shelters where I got to see the lives of children who had almost nothing; he bought boxes of sweets for these kids and the pure and innocent joy on their faces when they saw the food was something I have never forgotten. That evening on our way home, he stopped at one of the eateries and picked up a butter chicken and we went home and all ate it.
I learned a very important lesson that day. I learned that food is a privilege. Since that day, until today, I have made it a point to NEVER waste food. I will always finish whatever is on my plate; it doesn’t matter whether it’s good or bad; exciting or boring. Today I can afford good food all the time; I see most of my friends waste half the food they order at restaurants; I see so many people throwing away leftovers; my wife and I very strictly do not do that. We will pack it, freeze it, take it to go or just double down and finish it and skip the next meal; but we will not waste food.
For that 9 year old kid, the punishment seemed harsh and excessive and severe; but today, for the 30 year old boy, in retrospect; that was such an awesome life lesson to learn early. It is something I’ve carried with me for the last 20 years and will continue to do so; Always.
Our parents are often a lot wiser than we give them credit for; I wish we would realize this sooner rather than later in life.
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