Their plans might be more inclusive?
Step 1: Spy on your loved one.
Step 2: Don’t tell them you accept them.
Step 3: Talk to them in twisted, gol gol language and feign ignorance. Parents to logical nahin hote na. They toh have full right to treat you like an object. They made you after all. If you are not the trophy winner, and you don’t have a job, then might as well use to fill the emptiness/empty time/extract revenge for not getting a meek Bahu. (not one bit of money they have ever asked me for – they are very self sufficient, oonchi naak and all that.)
Step 4: Refuse to understand when they have repeatedly said they understand and they will do what you want, but not if you continue to treat them like a fuck hole. If you treat him like a fuck hole, he will be a prolapsed bitch why of course. Nothing like punju pride – guilty as charged of the same. Although logic…?
Step 5; Ignore how serious your kid is when he says you have attacked a core element, a fundamental of his existence. You should have not made me go to school then and kept as a gavaar person at my father’s…oh wait, what? If you made the decision to send me to school, then respect your decision that you will have a human being out, even if you think he is wrong, a criminal, the blackest sheep that fucked a cow or something – society can treat him like crap, but you will at least treat him as a human (not the way you think in this case however, no ambiguity around the phrase ‘treat like a human’ should exist as it has been clarified multiple torturous times.
Step 6: Continue to play games – untiy in strength or something? ‘Hum kehte the na – tu jungle mein nahin reh sakta, society ke saath his chalna padhega.’ Yes, let’s all be Hitlers and accept only one kind of human, life, or scum in my case per popular opinion. Why else will my friends partake?
“Humein toh kuch pata hi nahi, hum to bahar hi nahi nikalte”
Consciously trying to assassin your son’s abilities as a man, lets do that dick move knowing that you could have done better as parents – sportswise. We tell you we know you did all you could, but you need to choose which reality you want to live in. Thanks to how you wanted us to interact with Daadi, lying is second nature.
Step 7: Intrude, with the intent to save (superman for superbrain?), but deny ever doing so. Let’s all enjoy as we turn an insane person, needing help, into a totally crazy fuckwit. My rebuttal to your long term this would have happened anyway – everyone dies. Does that make it ok to kill someone because they are going to die?
This is how you treat someone as an object – you doubt they can think for themselves, you discount that they know good from bad, you are attacking their model of the Universe and their belief system. It is not different that burning your daughter for being a witch!
Step 8: Ignore the obvious suicide attempt. But also try and act that it affected you. To think, if you would have acted better, but guess punjabi pride. Like Kush and Ani sold it 100%. I appreciate Yvette’s obvious acting as a conscious choice – very upfront for someone who decided they don’t want anything to do with me in one meeting where I wasn’t even like mentally prepped that it is a big deal and serious and then throw the kiss that was never discussed. Really?
PS: I am sorry. I shouldn’t have. I could blame the drink, but that wouldn’t be me being honest. I do however blame the cuddles – like I didn’t know boys slept like that. Raaja beta keeps on giving. To be fair, I do not think boys in a more western society would sleep that way. That’s all sex and cumdumps I am afraid and fraternity hazing shit. And someone clearly into incest living vicariously through trying to instigate you.
Step 9: Bring the two people he trusts in the locally available family I guess to express whatever is left of what I think of family – which was not much to begin with. Pair chhoona? No thanks – you can keep your stanky ass feet to yourself. Because mine clearly smell like roses. Again, acting fail. Or maybe that was intentional infliction of emotional pain? But Preety, yea no. Guess that’s what you get for trusting people. Hey ho!
[And saying I broke your trust so you will double break mine doesn’t apply in this case because it wasn’t just trust. I didn’t break yours to begin with – I should be free to have the sex I want. I am not ashamed of the sex. And the videos you know I knew you were taking, and the ones that were my fault – the latter is a mistake and something that perhaps might ruin my chances of living the life I want(ed? before the objectification) But recording non consensual intimate moments, no matter how gross you might think they are, and then distributing them or making someone think you are distributing them – that is on you. You may believe you were right to do so, and that is your prerogative, your reality and the belief system you developed/accepted/combination.]
Step 11: Ignore, what was obviously an attempt at coaxing you let’s say (you are one to talk!) of starting on a clean slate. Even took fatty’s help.(PS: We stopped being close when you pushed me away like sisters do. And you got real dumb real soon. Soz). Who, thinking she runs the world because she has love, love compared to the empty lives of objects like me. Who in all her best attempt to appear on my side, just closed and closed any chance of any reconciliation. I even had that outburst which wasn’t easy for me to keep to me – but your life, your choices, I respect. I didn’t come and hire a maid for you, did I? (God I really hope Mayank is a part of this – I came out to my conservatory, fag hating parents – least you can tell him how you feel. Oh the stresses truth can solve). Ignore the attempt when it was obviously also reiterating the message that without the truth (of your mentalist scheme – shocking I know. I clutch my pearls. Who would ever believe, so who could ever believe?) there is no life.
Step 12: Feign ignorance. I told you I wil continue down this path that you are forcing me to go to. My mistake I would have ended and corrected and saught help and accepted. But by bringing my sanity into it, playing mental games – like Srishti Gupta did not do enough of that in school. Very behenji of you. Elles.. (At this point, if Rohan is involved – is this the payback for me breaking the monitor?), Then again, mangolpuri. We all get what we fear. Or in this case, kudos on using my worst fear against me. Parenting tip 10090.
Step 13: Enjoy the show as he stays true to his promise, headstrong that he is. And object. You get the gist by now. Or maybe you don’t. Try calling people from overseas. Clearly they are the ones with the brain. I am not dissing care. I am just dissing you continuing to attack what is important to me. Divya, you are never coming back in my life not that that is any honor, privilege – in fact pretty sure your life would be better off. So early wedding gift.
Step 14: Continue to ignore his attempts at peace. Continue torture. Continue messing with his food. So much so that the only thing he can do is try and die in the way you see him as his true self and offer that respect. Call the police please – they won’t listen to a gay object, but at least I will get the satisfaction that they know what kind of human beings my parents are.
Step 15: Continue the mind games. Continue the damage. Don’t use the great power that you hold in this inhuman, objectifying construct (with which you also inherited great responsibility to not fuck with someone’s life) and enjoy as things end badly. A perfect end of an object.
But hey, some people will forever live with inner peace (kung fu panda tortoise style) with the fact that they are above other human beings because they are respectable members of the society. Haggle with a rikshewala for a 10er, but do stay in a nice fancy hotel, despite what I hear about the situation. Then again, you never said anything about anything because ghosts cannot fucking talk.
I hope my death isn;t in vain, but who the hell cares. The plane already had my life flashback – whether or not it involved you – but I cannot. Because you have taken that away, thank you very much. God Bless – have loads of babies and get married. Hallelujah!
Playing God 