That Classic Gift

So this blog goes to the person I met in a hospital on a fateful day of 1989. Since then, I have changed a lot. I still remember my Dad trying to inculcate in me some maturity and responsibilities that come accompanied with a big brother being born. Although words vague but went something like this "...son you are probably witnessing a turning point in your life, do take care of her... [ little did dad realize she would be the one instructing me and,.. in fact him too !!]" when suddenly interrupted by loud cries of what might become an inspiration, something which inspite of being 5 years younger that me, would always act otherwise.

Here I was, a 5 year old kid trying to make sense of what was happening around, who was just plain happy to have got a new toy so tiny and cute, that can cry, smile, irritate :) and make you imitate her by making strange faces.

I still remember the day, when while playing I said to her "if you dont do this then I am going to a ghost, who is going to eat me and then you are never going to see me again EVER" and then hid away. And what i witness is a cry, as loud as supersonic jet roaring few meters over your ears, "Bhaiyya sorry, please come back". That was probably my first conscious emotional feeling of "there is someone who does care about me". Ok, I have acted really cruel many a times and, if I look back, I have not been able to wear the shoes of a big bro very elegantly, but she nevertheless did provide me with all the thrills of having a younger sis and I have probably enjoyed every bit of it: from trying to inveigle her with tricks into handing her pocket money to me (yeah, i was greedy... in fact i still am!!) to praying to God for probably the first time ever when I saw a red liquid called blood oozing from my toy.

I still hate her for many things like a school crush i told her about, and as with all the kids who have an indigestion problem, she tells Mom. Imagine a girl in her Kindergarten telling her Mom that his bro in 5th standard has a crush in school. It might seem hilarious, but not back then. I was shattered, I cried like a baby (OK i was one!) whose only lollipop had been snatched, I wasn't that "good innocent kid" anymore to mom (although I later realized mom and dad were truly the coolest people one can come across).

I hate her for being two steps ahead of me - always. Like being a topper since her childhood to becoming a house captain to playing sports to being the favourite with the relatives for her "antakshari" skills. She does amaze me, confound me and at the same time amuse me and yes not to forget irritates me :-). This is probably the best gift mom and dad have ever given, and no thanks can ever be worthy enough for a toy so beautiful.

Well Begun is Half Done

After a overwhelming majority of people started demanding a blog, here I am trying to quench the thirst of those hungry fans. (OK fine you got it. No one actually wants to read a blog of a purported geek. But hey its a nice excuse for a blog and even the assumption of throngs of people flocking to your blog leaves you with a nice feeling). Not that I am a newbie or something, I actually have 6 blogs to my credit (or rather discredit as almost each one is as mismanaged as the government in Zimbabwe).

So i have taken the first steps of the blog. Now for the second one. What should i write about. I can go on from wrought of the politics to the philosophy of life to wrath of that daemon called MONEY (Oh ya just to remind you can go ahead with the ads on the right and help me mint some of it). So lets see how much confuse I can make you with some of my (eagerly awaited!! ) posts.

And yes to make people aware of what they might witness to avoid future disappointments: people giving GRE can please skip to some other blog as this blogger will not be indulging in words that might adjure :-) a reader to open dictionary in a new tab, people who are eager to find some precept for impressing a gal are seriously in a wrong place, as this blogger has probably the highest ever rate of being dumped and if the current situation continues you might read a new post on the dance patterns of the Garo tribe atop the himalayas. And those who wanted to increase their worldly knowledge are seriously in for a shock as they might witness the most ignorant person on this planet.

So you guys asking who is this blog for?? Well to be frank and honest (something that i only indulge in when a gal proposes me) even I am not sure. So why not keep reading this page, you might be a part of prize winning blog for the most annoying thing on the web.