The End of an era

So it happened at about 1 pm yesterday...my belief that I had inherited my mom's hair genes was laid to rest...I discovered something that I never thought I would have to face at such a tender age...and just like that...it ended...my life as I knew it ended...I saw the one thing I didn't want to...staring at my face...mocking me...I pinched myself , this could not be happening to me...I checked in a different light, maybe it was just a reflection...but no there it was standing out from the rest...that one strand of grey hair...my youth just ended!!

911?? perhaps not...India? Yup... Now when you are staying away from your parents for the first time ever...and happen to be an only child, apple of their eyes etc...the one thing you do not do is call your parents at 11:30 in the night and yell emergency!!! Any kid who is old enough to form a coherent sentence will tell you that...anyway, the following is the transcript of the conversation that ensued...
D: hello
Me : ...give the phone to M
D: why?
Me: emergency
D: whaa....what happened..what did you do?
Me: why does it always have to be something I did that has to be the cause of an emergency...and a potentially tragic one at that...
D: because you are a staunch disbeliever of anything good and wise...
Me: M please?
D: why cant you tell me first?
Me: (pause...) because you will never understand...sob
( I should mention here...that D...for some unknown mysterious reason only colors his mustache...)
D: wait
M: what happened?
Me: grey hair
M : (pause...deep breathe..) how many
Me: 1
M: we should be able to handle that...but it has to be stopped from spreading
Me: should I color it?
M: Dye you mean?
D (in the background) : die? who died?
M: dye not die...
D : die not die?
M: D.Y.E...dye
D: ohh...hmm
M: I've told you a million times to oil your hair regularly ...now who will marry you after this...
Me: yadda yadda yadda ... you are not helping much...anyway I'll color it
M: I will die if you dye it
Me: how do you come up with such illogical non-threatening threats? goodbye...maybe I'll color it pink...though green is my new pink...
M breaks into her favorite song of how her daughter's sole aim in life is to disregard everything she says...I hang up..

There comes a time in every person's life when you realize your parents and you kind of share the same social sphere of adulthood...its that moment of truth when you understand that your parents have just about as many answers, as you, to the world's many problems....and you like them just learn to shut up and deal with it...

Later that day I told V about the day's discovery...he told me he had grey hair since he was like 10 years old...that he considers it a sign of his maturity and I a genetic disease that retards his mental capacity is a topic for another blog post...

I wish there was a moral to the story...like there was always one in Doogie Howser or Wonder years...maybe I am a bit too old to have moral endings to my stories...maybe even endings...because it really never ends does it?