People who know me closely also know that i can go at length talking about someone really special to me. He happens to be my younger brother. Ours a special relation for its of a friend, philosopher and guide. Am a philosopher to him and he is a guide to me... Needless to mention that i dont know since when we have grown way above the relationship of a brother and have become friends. :)
You might be astonished to see that i rate friend above a brother, yes its there in my life for self defined situations and rules. Nonetheless, there is a story that i would like to share in here.
I was quiet naughty when was young. All sorts of mischiefs used to come to me like a flash. Be it stealing mangoes from neighbourhood or get my Grandmas things and run away. You name it and i had a specialization in it. One fine day i got hold of medicines that my grandma used to take. I had always seen her take a special pill and then she used to doze off almost immediately. My kid brain used to always think as to how amazing it is... most certainly not knowing the impact, i got hold of a tablet and in a flsh swalowed it. Since i was a kid and had a small throat for a considerably big sized tablet, it got stuck in my throat.
The pill started showing its effects and i was admitted to ICU for a while and under 24 hr observation for a critical condition. When i opened my eyes something somewhere had gone wrong without my knowledge... my vocal chords had suffered a near fatal blow. Not knowing i returned my regular schedule of shouting, yelling and doing what i was good at...load of mischiefs.
Before i could realise i was finding it tough to speak, my throat used to pain and i needed extra effort to speak something hence i couldnt speak anything in a low tone...i had to be loud. People got a point, started making fun of me, used to ask me to sing and when i sang like a crow they used to laugh...called me all sorts of name. I thought it was normal and went ahead, but yes not
liking what was happening to me.
In came my bro... one fine winter morning mom returned to home with this pink baby, extremly cute and very soft. Though i do not too many memories of it but whenever i see those photographs i see myself basking into glory of being an elder brother to someone. We named him Munnu (mine is tunnu and my sis is named Cheenu...so the sequence continued).Out of nowhere he grew up with immense knowledge of music. He picked up his first instrument at the age of 4 and started learning indian classical music. He sounded like a canary. Often when he used to practice we used to sit on dinning table and listen to him. It used to be magical, i often used to thank God with my silence prayers to have sent him. For all those who made fun
of me were mesmerised by his singing.
Call it unintentional or magical his first song on stage was my all time favorite "Kabhie Kabhie merey dil mein khayal aata hai". This was just the begining. He did everything that i dreamt of doing in life, he achieved all those things where i wanted to be...be it being a fast bowler to achieve A grade in school, to be almost 6ft tall..to be having those long locks of hair...everything.
More to come when i get some time...as i have said in the begining he is one person i can go on talking about even for rest of my life.. :) i strongly believe he came in to take my pains away so that i can rejoice in life in whatever little abilities i have with me.
You might be astonished to see that i rate friend above a brother, yes its there in my life for self defined situations and rules. Nonetheless, there is a story that i would like to share in here.
I was quiet naughty when was young. All sorts of mischiefs used to come to me like a flash. Be it stealing mangoes from neighbourhood or get my Grandmas things and run away. You name it and i had a specialization in it. One fine day i got hold of medicines that my grandma used to take. I had always seen her take a special pill and then she used to doze off almost immediately. My kid brain used to always think as to how amazing it is... most certainly not knowing the impact, i got hold of a tablet and in a flsh swalowed it. Since i was a kid and had a small throat for a considerably big sized tablet, it got stuck in my throat.
The pill started showing its effects and i was admitted to ICU for a while and under 24 hr observation for a critical condition. When i opened my eyes something somewhere had gone wrong without my knowledge... my vocal chords had suffered a near fatal blow. Not knowing i returned my regular schedule of shouting, yelling and doing what i was good at...load of mischiefs.
Before i could realise i was finding it tough to speak, my throat used to pain and i needed extra effort to speak something hence i couldnt speak anything in a low tone...i had to be loud. People got a point, started making fun of me, used to ask me to sing and when i sang like a crow they used to laugh...called me all sorts of name. I thought it was normal and went ahead, but yes not
liking what was happening to me.
In came my bro... one fine winter morning mom returned to home with this pink baby, extremly cute and very soft. Though i do not too many memories of it but whenever i see those photographs i see myself basking into glory of being an elder brother to someone. We named him Munnu (mine is tunnu and my sis is named Cheenu...so the sequence continued).Out of nowhere he grew up with immense knowledge of music. He picked up his first instrument at the age of 4 and started learning indian classical music. He sounded like a canary. Often when he used to practice we used to sit on dinning table and listen to him. It used to be magical, i often used to thank God with my silence prayers to have sent him. For all those who made fun
of me were mesmerised by his singing.
Call it unintentional or magical his first song on stage was my all time favorite "Kabhie Kabhie merey dil mein khayal aata hai". This was just the begining. He did everything that i dreamt of doing in life, he achieved all those things where i wanted to be...be it being a fast bowler to achieve A grade in school, to be almost 6ft tall..to be having those long locks of hair...everything.
More to come when i get some time...as i have said in the begining he is one person i can go on talking about even for rest of my life.. :) i strongly believe he came in to take my pains away so that i can rejoice in life in whatever little abilities i have with me.
