Monthly Archives: June 2007

Bhai:- The Brother

My brother is the funniest man in my life after my dad.  As small children, I remember playing all silly games with him. Two of the most popular games being “Gymnastic” “Gymnastic” and the other being “Wrestling” “Wrestling”. 

By the way, let me tell you my brother and I were arch rivals because he was born after 6 years of me getting all the undivided attention from my parents which got a little misbalanced once he came to our family. This reminds me of a forward that Aneesha had sent me once, with the subject line, “Notes to God by children”. This reminds me of one particular note which I so much relate to, “ God, thank you for the baby brother but I think you got confused. I asked for a puppy instead”. Well, I don’t remember if I had asked for a puppy but am sure a puppy would definitely have been a lot better than an irritating brother who would get beaten up by the other boys only to be saved by me, Oh, another thing, I had been the savior of my arch rival on many occasions.  

So as I was saying, we used to play these games. Now, typically you all have seen Gymnastics, the event that we all see during Olympic telecast.  So our Gymnastic was not exactly the same Gymnastic though very much like it. I would stand in a particular position and my brother would come running and hop on to me and hang on to my shoulder or cling to me like a monkey and the essence of the game would be for how long can I hold him like that and he can cling to me like that. 

The other game was even grander. Wrestling Wrestling:- Well, he would usually be the Japanese Sumo wrestler, Yokozuna or Undertaker and I would be this wrestler, I don’t remember the name, though I used to find him very handsome. And the 2 of us would wrestle with each other, free style.  

Years later when I grew up and got busy, I still saw him playing “Wrestling” “Wrestling” on his own, with a pillow. And for this solitary game, he made a special costume for getting into the skin of the character by chopping off fingers from a leather gloves, black colored, to be precise, a cape, a face mask, which he himself designed, like Spidy Part 1, and then he would keep jumping on the bed the whole day with that pillow and keep beating, punching that pillow.

That bed now has been discarded because it had lost all its 4 legs due to the barbaric jumps that my brother used to make. If I were to write the autobiography of that poor bed, it would be a heart wrenching story. Lets not get in to that. 

My brother still plays “Wrestling” Wrestling” , though my replacement Mr. Pillow, has now been replaced by our bitch Gultu. She has to bear the brunt of my 23 year old brother, who still gives her “Dhobi Pachad” and the poor animal, all that she is allowed to do is, show her canines in frustration and do “bow” “bow” She also realizes that my brother is a gone case.

Wonder what did my mother eat at the time of his delivery? 

The 3rd most popular games of all times was the “Bum pressing boat ride”.  Well, as the game suggests, you have to press the bum.

Let me tell you the rules of the game. 1st fold your legs and make your kid brother sit on your feet and he would keep his foot on your bum and the trick is to balance him while you pretend that you are a boat and he is the boat rider and there is a lot of turbulence in the water, while you are busy doing this your irritating brother keeps pressing your bums, which is usually one of the sensitive parts of your body and you keep controlling the ticklish feeling but in the end you start laughing and the boat man falls and you lose.

 All said and done, would like to know your part of childhood games and also would encourage people to play these games with the children at home off course with adult supervision, though, when it comes to me, at this age also I need adult supervision because the child in me never seems to grow.


She wants to be free

Shorbani yet again. The usual self with usual doubts. Is it worth the wait? I mean, the last relationship was 13 years old…and it was not worth it. She still regrets that she wasted 13 years of her life after a man and a relationship which has left deep emotional scars in her mind. She realized the presence of the scars few weeks ago when Parvez was not keeping well. She was generally worried about Parvez’s health though it was a usual bout of viral and nothing much and she was taking care of him but a feeling of guilt crept in… All was going well, until Parvez’s temperature rose and she went back to memory lane when Harish used to get fever. Harish was prone to frequent chills and fever and it was her taking care of him all the time. It was kind of a Deja vu for Shorbani:- going through  the same exercise of nursing, mothering. When in the back of her mind she knew that Harish still has those fever attacks or whatever those are called and this time and from now on, there would be no one to take care of him. Because she is busy taking care of someone else. She is in love with Parvez and also feels bad about the fact that may be she is not doing justice to this relationship because of the scars that are so deep that it leaves her gasping for air. An air of trust, an air of confidence in putting everything that she has, again in a relationship. The question that comes to her mind is, “is it worth the effort’? The question that haunts her, “What if?” He is gone now and she cried a lot, she cried and hated herself for the feeling that she was going through:- The feeling of being in love. The feeling of guilt again. The feeling that she left Harish and now Parvez has left her as if God has punished her. She is scared what if he does not come back? What if he comes back but does not come  back to her? What if he forgets her too soon? What if she keeps waiting for her like she waited and wasted 13 years before? After all 6 months are half a year. Half a year of her life which she would be investing in a relationship like a gambler risking everything. Again the same fears have come back. The fear of being alone, left alone, left to wait in hope.  She wants to get rid of her guilt. May be she would visit a psychiatrist. She wants to start believing again. She does not want to be scared of taking a chance again.  She wants to be free…free …free… She wants to believe in the power of positive thought and that everything is going to be ok and that things would happen the way she wants them to happen this  time…