I was wondering how difficult it is these days to keep in touch with ppl even though there are so many modes of communication. I havent talked to my own bro for quite sometime. It was On morning of Rakhi that he last called me.
I Had slept very late and early morning he called. Slept hardly for 3-4 hrs. Sleeplessness always pisses me off (well i guess everyone, I am talking about normal creatures, loves sleeping)
I was not mad at him for calling that early, I loved it when he called, wished me happy rakshabandhan. I asked him weather he got my Rakhis(he is studying in Australia, his name is Vikram). He said no. My smile faded at once, I cud sense he was sad too. I felt like wtf man!! Entire day became gloomy. I have two younger bros, one didnt get my rakhi and for other one my cousins will tie my rakhi on my behalf. Why am I sitting here, so far away frm my family. I haven't met Vikram for two years now.
I was thinking y the hell I grew up!!! How cool it was to be a kid. I used to fight with my brother. Both of us wanted to sleep more, we shared the bedroom and bathroom. So we wud start poking each other to wake up and go for bath first so that other one will get more time to sleep. I remember Fighting over prathhaas at breakfast and then bicycle racing to school. He didn't like talking to me in school, I was 3 classes senior to him. He was conscious that his frnds will make fun of him if I will treat him as kid brother. And then countless nights we spent talking all the nonsense we cud thought of, cricket, classes, teachers, guys and girls, WWF and our dreams about future. He used to tell me that I am good at explaining things and convincing other ppl and I enjoyed acting all smart and intelligent :D:D:D I loved being the big sis and giving lectures( I love giving lectures now also :D)
I remember the pakodas and chai we used to make on rainy days and mess in the kitchen after we were done (Also the look on my mom's face when she got back from work in the evening). I remember the gully cricket I played with them. We played together almost all the time, Chess, badminton, marbles, piddu up, ludo, carrom and what not. I never had any girly habits, thanks to them. Used to watch all sports channels, cartoon network. Power zone was our favourite. Pokemon, popeye, Disney hour. Vikram was crazy about F1 racing and cricket and youngest one(Sanchit) was crazy about cartoons so I ended up sorting out their fight over the channels. Vikram was bigger than Sanchit, so was stronger and used to take advantage of that. So I had to team up with Sanchit against him.
Since Sanchit was youngest I used to take more care of him (I still do) I considered Vikram more of a frnd than brother.
There was so much we shared, they wore my old clothes( I used to wear only trousers and shirts till ninth standard) The parle mango bites and tiger biscuits we used to buy frm our pocket money. Vikram got my old bicycle whn I got new one. I taught them how to ride bicycle and scooty after that( I was damn proud when they rode first time on their own)
Then the maths classes I gave to Vikram when he took non medical aftr 10th. There is so much to cherish. When we got into teenage, some change came, They had their own worlds where I was a stranger, they grew up, had their frnds, their secrets, their ambitions. I used to miss them terribly then. Since my mom was a working lady, I thght it to be my duty to look after them, I was a bit possessive abt them. And when We cudnt spend much time together anymore, it broke my heart. Then I came to Hyd, got busy with my studies and job and we talked very less to each other. We used to meet twice a year. Then Vikram moved to Aus and we started talking even lesser.
Now I realised that I hardly had a hearty talk with them 3 or 4 times in last five years. I miss them, I miss being their frnd, I miss being the Big sister to them. I want to go back and change everything that went wrong. I want to tell them how much I love them, how much I care. before we lose ourselves in this grown up world entirely, I want to re-live my childhood with them.
very touchin isha....
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