Saturday, August 16, 2008

On Rakhi- Sharing Memories

Since the earliest of my memories you have been a part of my life. I have never been able to ignore your presence try as hard as I did. I was happy being an only child but you came and conquered all by your sweet and calm nature, while I retained the naughty pixie title . When you grew older, I thought I would have a comrade who would join me in my pranks and you did not disappoint me. But when ma used to catch us red handed you would make an innocent, sweet angel face and run to hide, leaving me to take the blame and beating. Yes, I was the elder one- wasn’t I responsible for teaching the innocent younger one all the naughtiness of the world? And, you grew up to be a quiet, sweet natured boy who never complained, while I was the defiant elder who was always ready to challenge the authority. Everyone always compared us because we looked like twins and yet so different.
You always had a very sweet singing voice while I did not sing at all. But when you joined school, people heard you sing and they expected me to be a good singer. Finally when I realized I am not so bad a singer, I was really proud for both of us. Remember, how we dreamt to become a singing sibling duo like Shaan-Sagarika?

I remember at school my identity was as your elder sister, while yours was as my younger brother. That is how inseparable we are. I have always looked up to you even. And even though I am the elder you have been the moral and iron support for me. My friend, therapist, advisor, sometimes a strict one. I remember all your friends and our relatives who came to you for advice or just wanted to unburden their troubles on your young but reliable shoulders. And you would come to your room with a migraine because you never learnt to complain and took every tough blow quietly. And you never asked anyone for support in your times of trouble. I have always recognized that strong character in you and I respect you for that and so much more.

I never liked to be an elder sibling, the one with all the responsibilities to be the model child. Now I realize, that it was because I knew how hard it is to be better than you. You are the best.
Your best of best qualities is to have truly realize, that Parents are next to God and must always be revered. I remember there was a time you refused to communicate with me. You were rude and vague. When I finally confronted, you said, it’s difficult for you to respect anyone who disrespects your parents. I still haven't changed much: I still feel the need to question authority and assert my views and choices. Your policy of never to question Baba is really a classic sign of endurance. But you taught me a very big lesson, my brother and my respect for you is unlimited.

It’s been many years since I personally tied rakhi on your wrist and that’s alright because I am always next to you when you need me just as you are always with me. Its been four years since I stopped sending you thread rakhis because you refuse to wear it for the whole day. And so I specially designed and ordered an Om bracelet for you which symbolically represents my being with you at all times and my love for you. It was wonderful talking to you and I am so glad you are wearing the bracelet.

Happy Raksha Bandhan, Bhai.

4 comments:

Jerry said...

Hey DD... Thanks a ton for this Blog. You surely know how to make someone feel special...

About the things, we used to do together... I remember some, forgot many. Guess, thats how I tend to keep so many things intact. I forget most!! People think I am a good listener. I only make them talk what they are good at. That way, they speak more, feel better and praise me at the end of it!!

cheers
K

Jerry said...

The pics you have posted are one of the few I remember and love... good to see them here... reminds me of the good times we had and the better times which came along

Spontaneous Mini said...

Tussi to gr8 ho! try as I might, still nothing like mighty you.
The Art of listening is worth a million dollars. I spend mine by vocalizing my 2cents ;-))

Spontaneous Mini said...

Tussi to gr8 ho! try as I might, still nothing like mighty you.
The Art of listening is worth a million dollars. I spend mine by vocalizing my 2cents ;-))