Since the day my little brother was born I have always been very protective about him. To the point that I always ended up asking people to get lost even if they joked about talking him away from me and my house. I still hate them for joking about the topic which is soo dear to me.
It hence would go without saying that I have always very tactfully being a mother hen for my little brother. Be it reserving a seat for him in the school bus or just keeping an eye on him during his early days of schooling. I have done it all!!!!
But in all these years that went by, I never can really pin-point when and how suddenly this equation changed.
I can no more protect him and don’t even feel the need to do so!!! Its he who does it for me. He has now become my very trusted bouncer, financer, a very loyal friend, punching bag, pillow to cry on and also a tissue who would wipe away my tears and make me laugh again. Hey, how can I forget, for all these 5 years of architecture he has also been my model maker and a source of inspiration to push myself to the limit to work.
Beyond doubt he has helped me clear up my confused mind and also been at my side when he saw the slightest chance of me losing my grip over things.
So today, was a very proud day for me. I was actually being given a crash course in the various taals that have made Indian classical music the way it is. Each and every nuance of the taals and their beauty in structuring the whole yatra was being very patiently explained to me by him. [We had been to a concert dedicated in the memory of Abbaji. Hence it all had to do with percussion, which is indeed very hard to follow if you have not learned it.]
Just sitting there and getting tutored by him gave a very surreal experience that I still cannot find words to describe it. I certainly can’t say that it’s a sense of achievement coz he still has a very long way to go.
But I knew one thing for sure though. My kiddo bro is no more a kiddo. He has definitely grown up. And grown up splendidly.
There is now really no need to reserve a seat for him. He will do it himself. If he gets the window seat, I know for sure that he would give it up for me. Nowadays, he is the one who actually keeps a watchful eye for me, you know just in case.
The only appropriate words for these feeling are that I hero-worship my younger brother.
Yup, that’s pretty much it.
P.S. The real reason why I was suddenly able to write down these things was due to a telephonic conversation with Neha. Just a few minutes ago, I again went ga-ga about my bro while speaking with her. Neha then reminded me how every time that I speak about my little bro I always speak with this passion and a sense of hero- worship. Neha your soo correct!!! Indeed I do that! Don’t u too………hehehehhehheheh
It hence would go without saying that I have always very tactfully being a mother hen for my little brother. Be it reserving a seat for him in the school bus or just keeping an eye on him during his early days of schooling. I have done it all!!!!
But in all these years that went by, I never can really pin-point when and how suddenly this equation changed.
I can no more protect him and don’t even feel the need to do so!!! Its he who does it for me. He has now become my very trusted bouncer, financer, a very loyal friend, punching bag, pillow to cry on and also a tissue who would wipe away my tears and make me laugh again. Hey, how can I forget, for all these 5 years of architecture he has also been my model maker and a source of inspiration to push myself to the limit to work.
Beyond doubt he has helped me clear up my confused mind and also been at my side when he saw the slightest chance of me losing my grip over things.
So today, was a very proud day for me. I was actually being given a crash course in the various taals that have made Indian classical music the way it is. Each and every nuance of the taals and their beauty in structuring the whole yatra was being very patiently explained to me by him. [We had been to a concert dedicated in the memory of Abbaji. Hence it all had to do with percussion, which is indeed very hard to follow if you have not learned it.]
Just sitting there and getting tutored by him gave a very surreal experience that I still cannot find words to describe it. I certainly can’t say that it’s a sense of achievement coz he still has a very long way to go.
But I knew one thing for sure though. My kiddo bro is no more a kiddo. He has definitely grown up. And grown up splendidly.
There is now really no need to reserve a seat for him. He will do it himself. If he gets the window seat, I know for sure that he would give it up for me. Nowadays, he is the one who actually keeps a watchful eye for me, you know just in case.
The only appropriate words for these feeling are that I hero-worship my younger brother.
Yup, that’s pretty much it.
P.S. The real reason why I was suddenly able to write down these things was due to a telephonic conversation with Neha. Just a few minutes ago, I again went ga-ga about my bro while speaking with her. Neha then reminded me how every time that I speak about my little bro I always speak with this passion and a sense of hero- worship. Neha your soo correct!!! Indeed I do that! Don’t u too………hehehehhehheheh
P.S.S. This post was meant to be posted 3 days ago. But in the meantime, something new happened!!! And it took me all these days to let the fact sink in. Nachi is, I can proudly say that, the youngest graduate in our house!!!!!! Damn da guy, he even beat me to this!!!!! He now is a tabla visharad. And I so love him!!!!
1 comment:
oh damn!
i did not know u were THAT protective of ur bro! and to think that i have said such mean things bout him to u!!!
this is major embarrassing in a way...
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