I did not enjoy my teenage years at home, mainly because of my mother. For some reason or other, she would not let me go out of the house with the result that I felt like a prisoner at home. 15, 16 and 17 were ages when my friends and I were the most adventurous, we wanted to try alcohol and cigarettes and such like but my mother just wouldn't let me go out. Even when I wanted to watch a movie in the middle of the afternoon, she would throw a tantrum and be in a bad mood even after I came home. It was always a struggle for me trying to get out of the house, but for my brothers it was the opposite. She was always telling them to go out with friends and explore and all that but me, she made me feel like a person of loose morals just because I wanted to go out.
Needless to say, I had to come up with all sorts of lies in order to go out, such as I'm going to the library to study, I'm going to so and so's house (my mother loved most of my studious friends and I did not hesitate to use their names although I was meeting my naughty friends). But unfortunately Kuantan is a small town with a very small Indian community so sometimes I did get caught. I remember once I told my parents I was going to the library, but instead I hung out with a boy and we drank alcohol which he poured into Coke bottles to make it seem as if we were innocently drinking Coke. Unfortunately one of my father's many spies (usually Indian men, I think generally men are worse than women in carrying tales) saw us and promptly reported to my father that I was hanging out with a boy, and a Chinese boy at that (oh, the scandal!) so when I came home I was barred from going out altogether for a few weeks thereafter.
Needless to say, I had to come up with all sorts of lies in order to go out, such as I'm going to the library to study, I'm going to so and so's house (my mother loved most of my studious friends and I did not hesitate to use their names although I was meeting my naughty friends). But unfortunately Kuantan is a small town with a very small Indian community so sometimes I did get caught. I remember once I told my parents I was going to the library, but instead I hung out with a boy and we drank alcohol which he poured into Coke bottles to make it seem as if we were innocently drinking Coke. Unfortunately one of my father's many spies (usually Indian men, I think generally men are worse than women in carrying tales) saw us and promptly reported to my father that I was hanging out with a boy, and a Chinese boy at that (oh, the scandal!) so when I came home I was barred from going out altogether for a few weeks thereafter.
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