#GrowingUpDesi: The joys and all the pains of being Indian

  • Jyoti Sharma Bawa, Hindustan Times, New Delhi
  • Updated: Jul 15, 2015 16:50 IST
If you thought growing up was all fun and games, you didn't #GrowUpDesi. (Shutterstock)

It may sound patronising but we are still going to go ahead and say it: There is no better way to grow up than #GrowingUpDesi. So what we had parents who believed there were only two professions in the world? So what there was an omnipresent Sharmaji, and his over-achieving son who was always better at everything we did? So what we were supposed to sing and recite in front of assorted relatives like a performing seal as our parents beamed?

A little parental approval didn't harm anybody. Or wait, did it? If you, like the rest of the world, spend more time on Twitter than you should, you would have noticed a hashtag -- #GrowingUpDesi. Indians from all over the world tweeted what it meant to grow up as a polythene-obsessed, sanskaari, electricity-deprived Indian. Not to forget Maa and her Maa-isms.

If you were Indian and living out of India while growing up, add a lot of confusion to the mix. The result is potent, sometime dysfunctional but always hilarious tweets. We bring you a selection…

Let's begin with Mummy. Indians never really severe the umbilical cord with their mothers, doctors just fool us into thinking that they did the deed. Fathers play a guest role in some of the tweets, but mostly, inke paas maa hai.

When mom showed you love, in one size fits all format…

When mom sent you for tasks and you were left asking, "But why?"

When mom showed you off and you wanted to merge with the wallpaper. We blame dad too.

They decided what you wanted to be when you were born. 3 Idiots came too late in the day to save you.

But nothing matched those moments when mom was mad, or angry, or irritated.

There were way too many of such moments *sob*.

That awkward moment when a sanitary pads ad came. Or worse, a kissing scene!

We just showed up at friends/relatives houses. To soften the blow, we did it with fruits and mithai.

When people in rest of the world buy a car, they drive around in it. We mummified it in plastic. We repeated the process on our sofa, dining table chairs, refrigerator et al. And we never threw away the plastic bags. We were always preparing for a plastic bag apocalypse when nary a plastic bag could be had for love or money.

Bollywood and cricket are only our two true loves. Oh, them and Mummy.

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