I’m pretty, neglected girl who is seeking love if not from parents
otherwise.

Nope,
this may not seem important to you guys. Some might stop reading after
the first few lines. I do not blame you. I do not blame anyone. I am a
fourteen years old teenage girl.
And I have one complaint.
Why is that, no one listens to us? Why is it something else more
important to you, when we have something to say? I mean, can you
please actually listen and not make a pretension of it.

I have my
friends to talk to. But they have their issues. Either they are quite
busy in studies, movies or with friends or are neglected like me. I
can in fact spot the neglected ones amongst us. Something the way we
are screams that we seek you and desperately need you. But how you do
not see it, I do not know?

Needless
to mention, I am not a poor, sad girl, with some major issues. In fact
most of you might feel there is no issue.
You belong to a generation which was more secure, more protected,
loved, and cared by your families. You never faced what we do
regularly.

I have a
mother. She is beautiful and talented. And she loves me.
Only she never talks to me. She is a home maker but I always find her
busy with other things. She is either going to German class or coming
from the gym. She even manages to do salsa classes twice a week.
Rest of the time she is attending kitty parties. In the afternoon she
goes for shopping which she says is like therapy to her. She does take
me out for shopping some times against my wishes to buy all the latest
clothes that I feel totally uncomfortable in. You see, I am not as
developed or confident as her.
Every one praises her, especially our next door aunty.
‘You do not look married.’ Or ‘who would believe you are mother of a
gawky teenager. You are so beautiful.’ She goes to the club and disco
over weekends. She hugs me before leaving for a night scene.
Whenever she hugs me, I feel stuffed inside a perfume bottle. She gets
her collection from Singapore every three months and likes to use up
all before that.

She is
not free rest of the time. She has her latest Nokia Distracter. I find
her laughing and talking practically all the time. I hate to disturb
her when she is enjoying so much. I never get to tell her, how boys
make fun of me for my pimples. How I feel ashamed when ever my math
result comes out. She once took me to a famous skin specialist, who
spent quite some time admiring my mother’s flawless skin. He kept
saying ‘do not worry Mrs. Singh; your genes will catch up on your girl
some day. Either that or she is very unlucky.’

I also
have my father. He is mostly traveling. He works for a telecom
company. And he is in a very high post. He loves me a lot and likes my
company. But he is rarely here. Whenever he is in town, my parents
have fights. I do not understand the reasons. I manage to hear noises
even with the pillow on my ears. My father is the best person in this
world and there is no one more pretty than my mother but yet they
fight. I am confused.
After noticing my poor math skills
on my report card my father appointed a tuition sir for me.
I hated the idea of some stupid person entering my life.

No one
heard my objections. He comes every weekend. My two ayahs are on the
ground floor cooking or gossiping most of the time. My study is on the
first floor. I am alone, all by myself. My mother goes for her weekly
visit to the parlor. My father goes to a physiotherapist (if he is in
town). My tuition teacher is merely a boy. He is older to me by few
years. He is doing his graduation and needs extra cash. Initially, I
disliked his eyes on me, on places no one ever looked. But after a
week, when we kissed, it became non issue. I kind of think of him as
my boy friend. At least he listens to me