It's an early Sunday morning
She's dreaming in her sound sleep
She sees him talking to her
Making memories that shall keep
The phone rings LOUDLY
And it's him
Asking 'Tum office kyon nahi gayi???!!!!'
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Bloggers
Do you think they have an aura about them that screams/announces/declares/says 'blogger' ???
I saw these two girls on the tube today... they looked like they might be sisters, rather attractive girls they were... looked as if they might be Indian, with acquired accents and acquired Londonstani style... one had pixie-type hair and the other had a classic short bob and they looked absolutely gorgeous. And at least one looked like she might blog.
Maybe I'll meet them again someday as bloggers and remember this.
I saw these two girls on the tube today... they looked like they might be sisters, rather attractive girls they were... looked as if they might be Indian, with acquired accents and acquired Londonstani style... one had pixie-type hair and the other had a classic short bob and they looked absolutely gorgeous. And at least one looked like she might blog.
Maybe I'll meet them again someday as bloggers and remember this.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I Have A Gift
For giving gifts. :D I'm known to be a thoughtful gift-giver and have been told so on several occasions. And really, I cannot even imagine giving a less than perfect gift at any point (And no, please do not take this as a cue to ask me for ideas... because I'm only talking about people I know when I talk about being a thoughtful-giver. Yes, I'm selfish like that, sometimes :P).
On a slightly tangential... errr... note... I shall never forget how my aunt called her youngest 'the gift that keeps giving every year' because they share their birthdays.
I'd probably have had that fortune myself if not for my characterstic streak of not following the norm and fighting to be born 4 days before the new year and my mother's birthday. But hey, I love... *heart* Dec 27th for a birthday so no issues. Anyway.
Gifts. I'm not doing a how-to here. I'll just allow you guys to take a peek into what went into the planning and buying of a gift most recently.
As birthdays go... this was a big deal. It was a bigger deal than most even then. And so it had to be prfectly perfect. Thankfully, it took me little time to rack my brains and come up with ideas. And here's what the back of my little work note-book reads like, in reference to said birthday gift:
Scarf-Gloves set from Chelsea FC: Too cheap.
Ship-building/aeroplane building kit from Model Zone: Won't be of much interest. No 'wow' factor.
Cricket kit: Too expensive. Have no clue about it. Research needed.
Concert tickets/ football match tickets: No idea where to buy. Also may not actually have time to attend show.
*Band name* Memorabilia: Pshaw. Not so 'wow'. Also don't know what and where to buy.
Original Fifa/NFS: Will spoil eyes. Will also get stuck to comp all day. Don't want that.
Book: Hmmm...
Signature plectrum: Hmmmm...
Ayyyyynnnd the winners are!
1] A CD of much-wanted songs
2]A much-wanted book
3] The plectrum!! It's silver with the inlay of a dragon on a white background and it's... a guitarist's luxury.
Receiver was much happy with the gifts. Amen.
'Neo', Happy Birthday you crazy geezer!
Mummy!!!
It's a pretty well-known and documented thing, this bond men have with their mothers. The obsession men have with mom's cooking especially (Something that is there even if it's not actively encouraged... ask the Mad Momma). And truly, it's maddening... not because gfs/wives/female friends have to constantly put up with comparisions to the exalted skills of the mother of the man (And god bless those men who've learned to not compare). Okay, it is a wee bit annoying, but let's put that aside. I ask you, why focus on culinary skills alone? Haven't your mothers accomplished other things? Why the cooking only??!!
Also, why go on and on and on about how much love there is between your mother and you? We girls don't keep on about how much we love either of our parents, if you've noticed it anytime. Why the need to make it known to the whole world? And don't you dare get defensive on me because I have brothers and they do the very same thing. I'm including them in this whole thing.
Actually, it's not even just the mothers you know. It's anybody, any woman who happens to mother the guy a bit. Sisters, cousins, rakhi sisters, aunts... there always has to be a declaration of how great so and so is because they do such and such motherly thing. Mothers win this anytime though.
I'm raving... but here's what I actually wanted to say.
I'd gone house hunting last evening. The house I went to see is a four-people share and after looking about the rooms, the current tenants invited me to sit down and have chat. The room that is being let out presently belongs to a guy and I happened to meet him too. We got talking and he was quite nice company. Pleasant-faced, affable, willing to talk. He told me he was a chef and had been in London for nearly two and half years and he was now heading back to his homeland. And he said:
"I miss my mother!!! And her cooking... and my dogs."
Also, why go on and on and on about how much love there is between your mother and you? We girls don't keep on about how much we love either of our parents, if you've noticed it anytime. Why the need to make it known to the whole world? And don't you dare get defensive on me because I have brothers and they do the very same thing. I'm including them in this whole thing.
Actually, it's not even just the mothers you know. It's anybody, any woman who happens to mother the guy a bit. Sisters, cousins, rakhi sisters, aunts... there always has to be a declaration of how great so and so is because they do such and such motherly thing. Mothers win this anytime though.
I'm raving... but here's what I actually wanted to say.
I'd gone house hunting last evening. The house I went to see is a four-people share and after looking about the rooms, the current tenants invited me to sit down and have chat. The room that is being let out presently belongs to a guy and I happened to meet him too. We got talking and he was quite nice company. Pleasant-faced, affable, willing to talk. He told me he was a chef and had been in London for nearly two and half years and he was now heading back to his homeland. And he said:
"I miss my mother!!! And her cooking... and my dogs."
Monday, August 18, 2008
Some Things I Wish Came With User-Support
Gripping the pen/pencil/whatever when trying to write: Whaaaaaaat???!!! It's a genuine problem! I've had a really weird grip for ages and although my handwriting is superb (It is okay? Am inordinately proud of it, so shut up!), I'm still at a loss as to how a pen should be held. My hand hurts after a bit and writing an exam has always been an issue thanks to this. Yeah I know, all normal people have trouble writing papers for two-three hour stretches... but this is a special case. No, I don't suppose you'll get it. But come now... if people can have classes for how to hold forks and knives and use them, then why not this???!!
Walking around in heels: I'm a young lady. Young ladies walk around in heels. It's a woman's prerogative to wear heels, according to the doctor I visited one time. So... knowing how to walk should be the logical step here right? Young ladies ought to look dainty and effortlessly light when stepping in heels. Not me though. No sirreeee... I feel, look and behave like an elephant when am in high-heels. I might even sound like one... but who's to say? Women clomping about in high-heels is a common sound these days.
Make-up: Who the heck is supposed to educate me on wearing kajal so it looks properly lined around my eyes? Brothers are useless when it comes to such education I tell you. Ulta they'll come and ask you for help buying stuff for their girlfriends. And then you get into trouble for recommending the wrong thing :P I just asked M to help me by sending a video of the thing and she refused. In spite of blogging about her. Where's all the louve gone I ask you? :P
Men: Need I say more? I still will though :D This is the stuff they ought to teach in school really! What use is learning history and geography when you're dealing with real-life combat situations where they won't be of use? If they MUST teach history then they should teach how much of a pain all those emperors were to their wives and how nothing has changed. They should teach us about how historically women have been dealing with male-induced problems... and help us carry that legacy on. And yes yes of course, guys can have similar courses in understanding women. (You don't have to really make efforts to make them attend... they'll automatically enroll when they turn 13 :P). Hmmm... I could open a school or something for this sort of thing... would be a big hit. And my brothers would be of great help here... given I've been giving them insider info on girls for ages now they really ought to reciprocate. Okay they can share the profits. Now they'll definitely contribute :P
Anything you want a user-support thingy for?
Walking around in heels: I'm a young lady. Young ladies walk around in heels. It's a woman's prerogative to wear heels, according to the doctor I visited one time. So... knowing how to walk should be the logical step here right? Young ladies ought to look dainty and effortlessly light when stepping in heels. Not me though. No sirreeee... I feel, look and behave like an elephant when am in high-heels. I might even sound like one... but who's to say? Women clomping about in high-heels is a common sound these days.
Make-up: Who the heck is supposed to educate me on wearing kajal so it looks properly lined around my eyes? Brothers are useless when it comes to such education I tell you. Ulta they'll come and ask you for help buying stuff for their girlfriends. And then you get into trouble for recommending the wrong thing :P I just asked M to help me by sending a video of the thing and she refused. In spite of blogging about her. Where's all the louve gone I ask you? :P
Men: Need I say more? I still will though :D This is the stuff they ought to teach in school really! What use is learning history and geography when you're dealing with real-life combat situations where they won't be of use? If they MUST teach history then they should teach how much of a pain all those emperors were to their wives and how nothing has changed. They should teach us about how historically women have been dealing with male-induced problems... and help us carry that legacy on. And yes yes of course, guys can have similar courses in understanding women. (You don't have to really make efforts to make them attend... they'll automatically enroll when they turn 13 :P). Hmmm... I could open a school or something for this sort of thing... would be a big hit. And my brothers would be of great help here... given I've been giving them insider info on girls for ages now they really ought to reciprocate. Okay they can share the profits. Now they'll definitely contribute :P
Anything you want a user-support thingy for?
Sunday, August 17, 2008
'Once upon a time, back in the 50's...'
This is a story. And it begins with a mug. Wel, it goes back a long time before that, but the mug is a good place to start.
In the story are two girls. There's me. And then there's M. Talking about M would keep me busy for a long time and would delay the story so I'll restrict myself to saying that she has an awesome blog template (yes M, I know, WHAT a starting point I had to pick!)... she's great company, mostly because she keeps odd hours and is usually up for a chat involving the most insane topics (unless she has exams, in which case forget conversations... she'll throw her three-inchers at you... I think), she's crazy to the nth degree about earrings and (oh my god she'll kill me for this one) never answers her phone. Now go over and say a quick hello to her and, if I'm still alive when you come back, the rest of the post shall have been written for you to read.
M and I have this thing going where we stage mock cat-fights over a certain model. Shan't mention names (mostly because I think we're having trouble enough between the two of us quarelling over him... we don't want any more competition, thank you very much :P). I should also explain that M was a classic sitting-duck for pranks and jokes at her expenses. Sadly she no longer affords such entertainment. You'll see why. The story now. It's as follows:
M: :)i am having tea in awesome new mug! looove it!
me: :D
I LOVE your new mug
M: i LOVE it too!!!
me: MUST we share all this love for things??? First Arker and now that mug bah
M: lol
hey
both were FIRST MINE!
hahahhahahahaa
*runs for cover while DDD finds things to throw at me* :P
me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Is din ke aane se phele main mar kyon nahi bhagwaan!!! mujhe utha lo!!!!!!!
M: LOLLLLLL
me: nahhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!! :P
M: nautankiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ek number ki nautankii hai tuuu! :P
me: teri saheli huu chuppp
M: hahaha chal chal :P
me: tujhi se toh seekha hai maine I used to be one very shaant baccha before I met you and the rest of my current friends
B for example
drama queen that one is too
M: haan toh we made u more INTERESTING!:P
iske pehle bohot boring thi tu! pakau-chand!:P
me: okay I definitely agree to that
M: woh i wanted to say 'pakau-chand' so i said tt! :P hahahaha
me: :P hahaha tujhe bas bahana chahiye na
tu ruk
meri mug aur mera Arker
dono ko leke rahoongi
M: hahahahaha haan dekhti hoon main hum bhi kisi se kam nahi!
Then it turns out that said model is actually on one of the networking sites and we argue some more about saying hello to him and inviting him to our weddings and how we both are chicken-shit coz we're not doing it.
me: yeah but you know what??? This proves something He's MY find... so he's MINE first... and always!! You keep the mug and I.S :P
M: lollll! we'll see about tht. mug and I.S AND Arker ALL MINEEE :P :P LOL
me: hahahahahaha you're mental you know that/??
M: hahaha whaat nooooo this is wht perth winter mornings does to u :P
either that.. OR... not sleeping the entire night :P
me: next I know you'll start singing 'mera pyaar ek pyala hai' which is like so true dude :P
M: omg. which song is tht???
me: tera pyaar ek pyala hi hai
youtube it
M: hahaha auntyyyy... kaunse zamaane ka gana ga rahi hai?? :P04:23
me: tu dekh toh
M: okok will check it out!
me: NOW
mila????
M: haan re mila
and saw it
me: accha laga???
M: pakau gana hai :P hahaha
me: :P :P :P
M... you were more fun when you were a sitting duck dammit
M: hahahaha
me: Here I'd made full plans to blog about how you actually youtubed for some song that I made up :P And mind you, it was going very well
you actually asked 'Kaunse zamaane ka gaana gaa rahi hai aunty?' :P
M: u lost ur mojo dude. u have lost it. cant mock me anymore!:P hahahhaaha uhuh.
me: sheesh
M: with tht kinda lyrics..
me: hahahaha But dude!!!!
M: only YOU can come up with a song re :P
me: It is the perfect song your you!!!! You LOVE your mug
mera pyaar ek pyala hai is like so ... suitable!!! :P
M: waah waahh.. ustad DDD ali khan :P
me: what was your point though? That am a good writer? Or old fashioned??? hahahahhahaha
M: thot tt was not shero-shayari.. but stilllll
me: abbe chhup!!!
M: :P hahahaha good writer? joke tha kya? :P
me: yeah I write good jokes :P
M: totally living in the 50's dude.. tht was my point!
M, I'm still working on that song... by god you shall sing it one day! :P
In the story are two girls. There's me. And then there's M. Talking about M would keep me busy for a long time and would delay the story so I'll restrict myself to saying that she has an awesome blog template (yes M, I know, WHAT a starting point I had to pick!)... she's great company, mostly because she keeps odd hours and is usually up for a chat involving the most insane topics (unless she has exams, in which case forget conversations... she'll throw her three-inchers at you... I think), she's crazy to the nth degree about earrings and (oh my god she'll kill me for this one) never answers her phone. Now go over and say a quick hello to her and, if I'm still alive when you come back, the rest of the post shall have been written for you to read.
M and I have this thing going where we stage mock cat-fights over a certain model. Shan't mention names (mostly because I think we're having trouble enough between the two of us quarelling over him... we don't want any more competition, thank you very much :P). I should also explain that M was a classic sitting-duck for pranks and jokes at her expenses. Sadly she no longer affords such entertainment. You'll see why. The story now. It's as follows:
M: :)i am having tea in awesome new mug! looove it!
me: :D
I LOVE your new mug
M: i LOVE it too!!!
me: MUST we share all this love for things??? First Arker and now that mug bah
M: lol
hey
both were FIRST MINE!
hahahhahahahaa
*runs for cover while DDD finds things to throw at me* :P
me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Is din ke aane se phele main mar kyon nahi bhagwaan!!! mujhe utha lo!!!!!!!
M: LOLLLLLL
me: nahhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!! :P
M: nautankiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ek number ki nautankii hai tuuu! :P
me: teri saheli huu chuppp
M: hahaha chal chal :P
me: tujhi se toh seekha hai maine I used to be one very shaant baccha before I met you and the rest of my current friends
B for example
drama queen that one is too
M: haan toh we made u more INTERESTING!:P
iske pehle bohot boring thi tu! pakau-chand!:P
me: okay I definitely agree to that
M: woh i wanted to say 'pakau-chand' so i said tt! :P hahahaha
me: :P hahaha tujhe bas bahana chahiye na
tu ruk
meri mug aur mera Arker
dono ko leke rahoongi
M: hahahahaha haan dekhti hoon main hum bhi kisi se kam nahi!
Then it turns out that said model is actually on one of the networking sites and we argue some more about saying hello to him and inviting him to our weddings and how we both are chicken-shit coz we're not doing it.
me: yeah but you know what??? This proves something He's MY find... so he's MINE first... and always!! You keep the mug and I.S :P
M: lollll! we'll see about tht. mug and I.S AND Arker ALL MINEEE :P :P LOL
me: hahahahahaha you're mental you know that/??
M: hahaha whaat nooooo this is wht perth winter mornings does to u :P
either that.. OR... not sleeping the entire night :P
me: next I know you'll start singing 'mera pyaar ek pyala hai' which is like so true dude :P
M: omg. which song is tht???
me: tera pyaar ek pyala hi hai
youtube it
M: hahaha auntyyyy... kaunse zamaane ka gana ga rahi hai?? :P04:23
me: tu dekh toh
M: okok will check it out!
me: NOW
mila????
M: haan re mila
and saw it
me: accha laga???
M: pakau gana hai :P hahaha
me: :P :P :P
M... you were more fun when you were a sitting duck dammit
M: hahahaha
me: Here I'd made full plans to blog about how you actually youtubed for some song that I made up :P And mind you, it was going very well
you actually asked 'Kaunse zamaane ka gaana gaa rahi hai aunty?' :P
M: u lost ur mojo dude. u have lost it. cant mock me anymore!:P hahahhaaha uhuh.
me: sheesh
M: with tht kinda lyrics..
me: hahahaha But dude!!!!
M: only YOU can come up with a song re :P
me: It is the perfect song your you!!!! You LOVE your mug
mera pyaar ek pyala hai is like so ... suitable!!! :P
M: waah waahh.. ustad DDD ali khan :P
me: what was your point though? That am a good writer? Or old fashioned??? hahahahhahaha
M: thot tt was not shero-shayari.. but stilllll
me: abbe chhup!!!
M: :P hahahaha good writer? joke tha kya? :P
me: yeah I write good jokes :P
M: totally living in the 50's dude.. tht was my point!
M, I'm still working on that song... by god you shall sing it one day! :P
Saturday, August 16, 2008
My Warrior Fraternity
It's Raksha Bandhan today and it has been sveral years since I've had the fortune of being home to celebrate the festival with those men I adore. And I'm feeling quite down and out about not being there but I take heart from the fact that aunt is now home after years and she made the trip to go see my dad just so she could tie him a rakhi. Some day, that shall be me. I do however, choose to mark this day by professing my love for you guys (and yes I know it might be embarassing... but hey, sisters do that ;)). So, A, A, S & S... here's looking at you all:
A1: My sibling. Which basically means years and years of sibling rivalry... one that hasn't quite faded even in spite of not having lived in the same house for ages now. Who said growing up had to change thins between siblins? :) And yet, as you like to say, our love for each other has shone through all that. Always does.
Growing up, I was always in your shadow, known as 'A's kid sis' everywhere we went... and it was difficult sometimes, being known only as A's sis... watching you be the oh-so-popular and good-looking one in the family, having the limelight all the time. You could walk into any room and instantly be a hit, that's still how the way it works. But you know what? It's great that it is that way. I'm so proud of you. I love seeing you work your charm on people, issue those classic one-liners, make people laugh and basically fall in love with you. I love how you deal with random family, random strangers, how you deflect mum's comic dire threats... you are everything I'm not. You are the face of this family and you carry that responsibility so well. I was silly to have ever thought I wanted that. It's yours. What I have though is reserve. Plenty of it. And I'm happy to be this way. I'm happier not having to be te diplomat unlike you and constantly be nice to people... being blunt comes easier to me. And I know that's not how you'd want me to be, but you ought to know, the reserve is as much a family heirloom as the diplomacy and niceness are. It's just that only the second-borns get it :) ;)
You've had a difficult time the last few years and it is a pity that we couldn't share the burden then... for whatever reason. But I swear, I'd have done it then and I would still do it... I would without second thought hurt anybody who had the audacity to say anything against you. I'm nothing if not fiercely protective about you.
I do wish though that we could have more time together. I've changed a whole lot in the last few years and I wish we had more time together for you to see who I really am. To see who I am around my friends, who those friends are... all that.
In a few weeks' time you shall be raking in fame and big bucks... that you so rightfully deserve. And I cannot begin to tell you how wonderful it makes me feel to watch all this happen to you. No one deserves it more than you do. I can never tire of watching you around your friends, around family, doing the things you do. You're a joy to be with and I love you more than I can ever say or show. Sibling, I'll never stop being your kid sis... I'll always look up to you.
A2: My very first, sharpest memory of you is at that wedding of one of our uncles. You were still a student in those days and I remember you actually gave me the time of your day to go take a walk with me and respond with a hilarious response of 'Well I actually wanted to be a pirate but that didn't happen so here I am!' when I asked you what made you take up medicine. It was years later that your mum told me you'd wanted to be in the airforce but that didn't happen. And true, the idea of you in the airforce has a very strong appeal to it. But you know what? You are a doctor and you were truly born for this. And I've known that from the time you were working at that burns unit. How many other doctors would stay up all night talking to their patients discussing samosa recipes or some such? How many would without a second's thought go ahead and give CPR to a badly burned patient trying to save them desperately? How many would use humour as their main medicine? You will always be the best doctor I have ever known. Beyond any doubt.
But you're not only a doctor to me. You're the other elder brother I have. One from whom I learnt several valuable lessons, specially in the crucial period at th end of my teenage. Sure, I thought it a bit odd that you were rather outspoken and downright disrespectiful sometimes...But I came to understand that that was your odd way of showing you care about someone. I learned from you that I needn't blindly respect everyone and anyone older than I am... that people need to earn respect. And you've earned my respect... ages ago. I think you're the first person who taught me to look at the lighter side of life. Telling me to not stay cooped at home but use my college time to have fun, go out, meet friends... make friends. You were my sole company for months actually and boy was that good!!! You always knew everything there was to know and I wanted to keep asking you stuff just to hear you talk so comfortably on everything and anything.
You were there for me on a number of occasions. Boy-trouble type occasions too! You were there to celebrate my 19th AND 21st birthday... And you made them special by just being there. You also were the first in the family to consider my bf-related plans seriously and made sure I'd have ample support if you were not there personally. You did it in your own inimitable style too!! I won't forget the silence that follwed your pseudo-drunken speech. You are one of a kind really!!!
And you got married... despite all your initial anti-marriage talks. And I'm very glad you did because my sister-in-law is such a perfect addition this this very crazy family of ours!
You're my elder brother too... even if we don't actually have the same parents. Kaka ad kaku are as good as parents to me, if you ask me :)
S1: I don't even know where to begin when I begin talking about you. From those days when we were about 3 and 2 and we squabbled about who was taller, while standing on the rolled up carpet. Or the times when we were out in the afternoons while everyone slept, playing made-up games. Or the times when you were home for summers and at the young age of 9 or ten you'd discuss girlfriends. Or how you'd come to school to pick me up when you were there. Or how you follwed me home from school all the way one day and scared the shit outta me by giving me one vigoros slap on my back, staining my white school blouse with your handprint, because you'd been pretending to fiddle with the greasy chain so I wouldn't see you when I cycled past. You've been the light of my life. An absolute delight.
We've drifted apart in recent years given we now have careers and partners and what not to consider... and that's one of the biggest regrets of my life. Not being able to be your friend like we were as kids. But I'm hoping that shall change ... and soon. I merely have to think of you to get this very proud glint in my eyes. And yet, in spite of all my tries, I cannot still tel you how much you mean to me. You really are my pride and joy. My little brother. I love you a lot.
S2: My baby. :) Even though we're only four years apart... you'll still be my baby. You always have been... right since you were a tiny gap-toothed little creature with a gummy smile and a rather bald head... even though I once told your mom you were 'khout'. I assure you, I didn't even know what it meant. Now I do though and you're far from khout :D I know we all left you out a whole lot when we were kids... and I didn't make much effort to keep in touch with you individually back then... that's something I'm not proud of. But that doesn't mean I do not love you. You're the quiet, brilliant, cute and absolutely funny little brother of mine. You'll be a hot-shot lawyer in the not so distant future and I shall feel like a very proud mother hen watching you do your thing. For now though.... I look forward to more all-night chats about whatever you want to talk about to me. I just feel very glad knowing you want to share things with me.
The four of you are my warriors. You don't actually have to go and physically bash up anyone who hurts me or displeases me... but I know for sure that you'd do something akin to that if the situation warranted it. I don't think there's anyon else out there who is lucky enough to not one, but four such individually fabulous brothers... all doting on her :) You define a big part of the word 'family' to me. And knowing I have you makes me feel like the most blessed person in the world. May you all live very happily always (Or I shall personally make whoever is making your life miserable, and God, pay for it).
Happy Raksha Bandhan my brothers :)
A1: My sibling. Which basically means years and years of sibling rivalry... one that hasn't quite faded even in spite of not having lived in the same house for ages now. Who said growing up had to change thins between siblins? :) And yet, as you like to say, our love for each other has shone through all that. Always does.
Growing up, I was always in your shadow, known as 'A's kid sis' everywhere we went... and it was difficult sometimes, being known only as A's sis... watching you be the oh-so-popular and good-looking one in the family, having the limelight all the time. You could walk into any room and instantly be a hit, that's still how the way it works. But you know what? It's great that it is that way. I'm so proud of you. I love seeing you work your charm on people, issue those classic one-liners, make people laugh and basically fall in love with you. I love how you deal with random family, random strangers, how you deflect mum's comic dire threats... you are everything I'm not. You are the face of this family and you carry that responsibility so well. I was silly to have ever thought I wanted that. It's yours. What I have though is reserve. Plenty of it. And I'm happy to be this way. I'm happier not having to be te diplomat unlike you and constantly be nice to people... being blunt comes easier to me. And I know that's not how you'd want me to be, but you ought to know, the reserve is as much a family heirloom as the diplomacy and niceness are. It's just that only the second-borns get it :) ;)
You've had a difficult time the last few years and it is a pity that we couldn't share the burden then... for whatever reason. But I swear, I'd have done it then and I would still do it... I would without second thought hurt anybody who had the audacity to say anything against you. I'm nothing if not fiercely protective about you.
I do wish though that we could have more time together. I've changed a whole lot in the last few years and I wish we had more time together for you to see who I really am. To see who I am around my friends, who those friends are... all that.
In a few weeks' time you shall be raking in fame and big bucks... that you so rightfully deserve. And I cannot begin to tell you how wonderful it makes me feel to watch all this happen to you. No one deserves it more than you do. I can never tire of watching you around your friends, around family, doing the things you do. You're a joy to be with and I love you more than I can ever say or show. Sibling, I'll never stop being your kid sis... I'll always look up to you.
A2: My very first, sharpest memory of you is at that wedding of one of our uncles. You were still a student in those days and I remember you actually gave me the time of your day to go take a walk with me and respond with a hilarious response of 'Well I actually wanted to be a pirate but that didn't happen so here I am!' when I asked you what made you take up medicine. It was years later that your mum told me you'd wanted to be in the airforce but that didn't happen. And true, the idea of you in the airforce has a very strong appeal to it. But you know what? You are a doctor and you were truly born for this. And I've known that from the time you were working at that burns unit. How many other doctors would stay up all night talking to their patients discussing samosa recipes or some such? How many would without a second's thought go ahead and give CPR to a badly burned patient trying to save them desperately? How many would use humour as their main medicine? You will always be the best doctor I have ever known. Beyond any doubt.
But you're not only a doctor to me. You're the other elder brother I have. One from whom I learnt several valuable lessons, specially in the crucial period at th end of my teenage. Sure, I thought it a bit odd that you were rather outspoken and downright disrespectiful sometimes...But I came to understand that that was your odd way of showing you care about someone. I learned from you that I needn't blindly respect everyone and anyone older than I am... that people need to earn respect. And you've earned my respect... ages ago. I think you're the first person who taught me to look at the lighter side of life. Telling me to not stay cooped at home but use my college time to have fun, go out, meet friends... make friends. You were my sole company for months actually and boy was that good!!! You always knew everything there was to know and I wanted to keep asking you stuff just to hear you talk so comfortably on everything and anything.
You were there for me on a number of occasions. Boy-trouble type occasions too! You were there to celebrate my 19th AND 21st birthday... And you made them special by just being there. You also were the first in the family to consider my bf-related plans seriously and made sure I'd have ample support if you were not there personally. You did it in your own inimitable style too!! I won't forget the silence that follwed your pseudo-drunken speech. You are one of a kind really!!!
And you got married... despite all your initial anti-marriage talks. And I'm very glad you did because my sister-in-law is such a perfect addition this this very crazy family of ours!
You're my elder brother too... even if we don't actually have the same parents. Kaka ad kaku are as good as parents to me, if you ask me :)
S1: I don't even know where to begin when I begin talking about you. From those days when we were about 3 and 2 and we squabbled about who was taller, while standing on the rolled up carpet. Or the times when we were out in the afternoons while everyone slept, playing made-up games. Or the times when you were home for summers and at the young age of 9 or ten you'd discuss girlfriends. Or how you'd come to school to pick me up when you were there. Or how you follwed me home from school all the way one day and scared the shit outta me by giving me one vigoros slap on my back, staining my white school blouse with your handprint, because you'd been pretending to fiddle with the greasy chain so I wouldn't see you when I cycled past. You've been the light of my life. An absolute delight.
We've drifted apart in recent years given we now have careers and partners and what not to consider... and that's one of the biggest regrets of my life. Not being able to be your friend like we were as kids. But I'm hoping that shall change ... and soon. I merely have to think of you to get this very proud glint in my eyes. And yet, in spite of all my tries, I cannot still tel you how much you mean to me. You really are my pride and joy. My little brother. I love you a lot.
S2: My baby. :) Even though we're only four years apart... you'll still be my baby. You always have been... right since you were a tiny gap-toothed little creature with a gummy smile and a rather bald head... even though I once told your mom you were 'khout'. I assure you, I didn't even know what it meant. Now I do though and you're far from khout :D I know we all left you out a whole lot when we were kids... and I didn't make much effort to keep in touch with you individually back then... that's something I'm not proud of. But that doesn't mean I do not love you. You're the quiet, brilliant, cute and absolutely funny little brother of mine. You'll be a hot-shot lawyer in the not so distant future and I shall feel like a very proud mother hen watching you do your thing. For now though.... I look forward to more all-night chats about whatever you want to talk about to me. I just feel very glad knowing you want to share things with me.
The four of you are my warriors. You don't actually have to go and physically bash up anyone who hurts me or displeases me... but I know for sure that you'd do something akin to that if the situation warranted it. I don't think there's anyon else out there who is lucky enough to not one, but four such individually fabulous brothers... all doting on her :) You define a big part of the word 'family' to me. And knowing I have you makes me feel like the most blessed person in the world. May you all live very happily always (Or I shall personally make whoever is making your life miserable, and God, pay for it).
Happy Raksha Bandhan my brothers :)
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Has it ever ocurred to you...
... that possibly, every original idea* that could ever be had, has/might've already been had?
*In terms of thought, not inventions, patents and such
*In terms of thought, not inventions, patents and such
Friday, August 08, 2008
It's All in Your Mind
I was recently labelled as 'mysterious' by Rambunctious Whippernsapper and had Snippetsnscribbles describe my blog saying it has 'witty and interesting office humour'. Thanks a million you both!
It makes me wonder though... Who am I actually when I blog? Being a Londoner and the word 'dewdrop' is a rather obvious part of that identity. But what about the rest? What comes to your mind when you think of DewdropDream the blogger?
What do I look like? What colour is my hair? How long is it? How tall am I? What do I dress up like? What is my voice like? What would I most often be found saying? Am I the serious sort who loves talking sense or am I constantly saying stupid things and making a fool of myself? What is an average day like, for me? What are my friends like? What am I likely to talk to them about? Am I technologically-competent or a dimwit? Am I gadget conscious? Do I possess an accent? When am out at a party, am I the life and soul of it or am I the wallflower? Or perhaps somewhere in between? What does my room look like? What kind of furniture does it contain? Do I prefer walking or do I like to take the bus or train? Am I very organised or do I go with the flow? What am I like when I meet strangers? What is my laugh like? How often do I laugh? How often do I frown? What am I like when I go shopping? What am I most likely to buy? Am I a spendthrift or am I tightfisted? What do I do in my spare time? Am I fun and intriguing or predictable and boring?
Go on then, tell me. What am I like in your imagnation?
It makes me wonder though... Who am I actually when I blog? Being a Londoner and the word 'dewdrop' is a rather obvious part of that identity. But what about the rest? What comes to your mind when you think of DewdropDream the blogger?
What do I look like? What colour is my hair? How long is it? How tall am I? What do I dress up like? What is my voice like? What would I most often be found saying? Am I the serious sort who loves talking sense or am I constantly saying stupid things and making a fool of myself? What is an average day like, for me? What are my friends like? What am I likely to talk to them about? Am I technologically-competent or a dimwit? Am I gadget conscious? Do I possess an accent? When am out at a party, am I the life and soul of it or am I the wallflower? Or perhaps somewhere in between? What does my room look like? What kind of furniture does it contain? Do I prefer walking or do I like to take the bus or train? Am I very organised or do I go with the flow? What am I like when I meet strangers? What is my laugh like? How often do I laugh? How often do I frown? What am I like when I go shopping? What am I most likely to buy? Am I a spendthrift or am I tightfisted? What do I do in my spare time? Am I fun and intriguing or predictable and boring?
Go on then, tell me. What am I like in your imagnation?
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