Showing posts with label siblings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label siblings. Show all posts

Sunday, October 7, 2018

We are the Pillars of Strength to Each Other! #SiblingStories


#SiblingStories is a blogging train hosted by Ila Varma in collaboration with the Brand Ang Tatva. 32 esteemed bloggers from blogging fraternity have joined hands to participate in the Blog train to Talk about their Siblings to revive the sweet and tickling hours spent with their cute siblings and unearth the golden memories of the past. In the fast pace of life, the array of emotions, sweet and sour, salt & pepper gets buried. The blogger and the host of this campaign, Ila Varma love to divulge in the past and unwrap the pleasant stories of #SiblingTalk.

Mrinal Madhukar shares his unusual experience reminiscing the time spent with his younger bro. Let's hear his story in his own words.









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There are few memories we always cherish, no matter how old we grow with them but they remain close to your heart because it is about someone with whom we are close and dear with - Our Sibling. Being the eldest one among the two of us - Brothers, our relation is somewhat like one where both of us look at each other and ensure the other is always away from any kind of problem. Of course, it matters that we exchange the pleasantries, talk to each other and wish on the important days but actually, both of us expect and to matter is to stand for each other whenever the either of us is in need.


“ Because brothers don’t let each other wander in the dark alone.”– Jolene Perry

Looking back, we were never really the actual naughty kind of kids while growing up. We had a different equation, back then in the era of late 90’s and early millennium, playing cricket was a core activity that both of us used to do together. Though it was just about regular colony cricket, there was a lot of planning that went in for that, and we would be regularly scolded for putting ball marks on the walls by throwing back and forth on it. That is a good strong memory of growing up, I remember how my little brother would take the bat away if he was not convinced that he was out, sounds funny when I recollect now. That was then and there, but as we grew up, we chose our paths where we wanted to see ourselves placed in life and today, fortunately, we both of us have realized our dream.



I know my brother is guided more by the emotions, and his passion for writing took him past the regular crowd of engineering and placed him there. That was some time of our lives when in the final year of his engineering, he dropped me a message stating how badly he wanted to be something else. At first, I was astonished, he had trusted me to let it out to the family and try my best to make it work, but I guess that is what the elder ones are supposed to, use their “elder wand” and help their younger ones to come out and face the world with their passion.


 Somehow, everyone in the family took it well, and I loved how brilliantly my brother in no time pushed himself and carved a niche for himself in the world of journalism. Every time I think about it, I feel proud of him.


We both are not that expressive when it comes to telling “Hey Brother I love you” but it is understood between us. I try taking lead to be there for him, my overprotection does get irritating for him at times. I am aware of my habit of being an overprotective irritant but I guess I will be so as long as I live, coz I guess that’s what Brothers do, silently be there for one another. And like I always wish for and say, no matter what I do, I want him to watch him achieving the best of everything in the world and make it bigger than all of us.

There is a marginal difference of two years and 3 months but we have a respect for each other. When I see other kids fighting, cribbing or blaming each other, I too wish to get into such situation with my bro...but we never indulged. We are different, we hardly exchanged bitter words. Being elder, I succumbed to his childish demands and never ever complained. Once or twice, I spanked him but he never retaliated or get into action…he cried and that was enough to tear my heart out...and say sorry.

We are different in many terms but still, an unseen force attracts us and we are indeed the pillar of strength for each other. He fills my shortcomings and I conceal his and we work together on our strength. 

When I feel low or defeated, I look for his assurance that all will be well. On the emotional front, I am emotional and his lookout is quite practical. He guides me on these moments where I feel stuck.

May this compatibility and partner in crime remains the same throughout life.



I love him and wish to have him as my sibling in my next life.


“ Nothing can stop me from loving my brother.”– Brandy Norwood


Read next series of #SiblingStories contributed by Misha Jain





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Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Rakhi! #SacredThread #Relationships #Siblings

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Rakhi is celebrated in India with great pomp and show and with globalization & messages & advertisements on social medias, it has managed to crossed the borders.

In my life, Rakhi has been a silent affair, the reason...my brother is the fifth sibling...we all four were girls and his arrival was after a decade and till he could understand the worth of Sacred thread celebration, I was married off.
Cousins were there but they lived far off and we sent the Rakhi by post so at home, it was just like a normal day.

Even my Mom was only child of her family so there was no one from her side to turn up on the day of Rakhi.

Watching my other friends busy with the forthcoming celebration, at times, I felt sad but gradually, I managed to come out of it and when I was near to 10 or 11 years, I tied Rakhi on my hand as I did not consider myself less than a boy...in schools, I was known as Tom boy for my attitude. :P

I too have two sons and no daughter so still it continues to be a silent affair. Initially, few girls of neighbor used to tie them Rakhi and to combat gloom on the celebration day, I prepared special dishes for the soul sisters and my boys gifted few bucks.

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Now when they have moved to other cities for work, they are lucky to have sisters in town and slowly the celebration has picked up and they try to visit their sisters on the auspicious occasion with gifts to celebrate.

My sons are typical. They don't believe in receiving Rakhi by post and tying by themselves...If the sisters asked them to dispatch Rakhi, they answer them coolly "Why to waste money on sending Rakhi rather you treat yourself with that money" and till they were in their hostel life, never they celebrated the Rakhi festival or encouraged her sisters to send them.

I have three brothers, very junior to me in age...one brother is classic...he is of my elder son's age...don't think that it's my parents mistake...it is the mistake of my Chacha. :P

Nowadays, before Rakhi...I get bit busy by hooking on, on online portals to select a Rakhi for them and along-with it, I send almonds & nuts instead of sweets...as doctors has asked me to refrain from them so I see that they too don't relish on them when I can't....Sibling rivalry comes into the scene. :D

I wish to bring in a change in the Rakhi celebrations...instead of tying Rakhi to brothers..it should be to tie to the Sibling irrespective of gender.

This way, it will add more fervor to the festival and the people who don't have brothers or sisters won't feel bad on the occasion...as I know the feelings that I underwent down the years.

Readers...if you agree with them...add your comments.

We can bring in a change in our society.

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Sunday, January 29, 2017

Sibling Rivalry!!!

He and I were always on loggerheads. He was two years younger to me but he called me by my name and none disapproved because he was a boy, an awaited son after four daughters and was apple of the eye of all family members. I say all family members because we lived with our extended family.

I was the fourth daughter of the family and a distress to whole family when I was born. People wanted a son to carry the name of the family.

I hardly cared what his importance was. We were born to fight with each other either physically or verbally abusing each other...best example of sibling rivalry where we both couldn't stand each other nor we could sit separate with each other...from where the attraction came to be seated in the same room, God knows...it seems the Law of Magnetism worked perfectly with us,"Like Poles Repel & Unlike Poles Attract"

When we were in kindergartens, we verbally abused each other but as we grew, we clashed physically and in the run of hitting each other, often one of us hit hard and got injured.

My Mom and elder sisters were at wit's end and they tried different remedies to settle our scores and be amicable with each other...but literally, we never paid heed to it.

We enjoyed knocking, hurting & abusing each other.

Years rolled by but there was no improvement in our relationships...improvement was in our fights...we discovered improved tools to tease each other...we started pinching each other with the needles of compass and hit each other by rulers and getting stubborn with the passage of time.

My elder sis could not control her fears and one day, she spanked us hard and asked both of us not to talk with each other. She took promises from us that we won't talk with each other.

It was deliberately done to put an end to this unending fight. We were in our teens...family people hurled such abuses that we  were worse than the guys of fish market...and really we were...we had learnt filthy and nasty remarks to ridicule each other...we both were competitors & complemented each other.

We stopped talking to each other but silent fight was on. He would hit me & I would pull his hair..but gradually with years, it came to a halt.

We got separated to pursue higher education and years after, we got married.

Gradually our interactions started over phone and after years of separation, I really missed him and recalling the childhood fancies, tears welled up and I missed him badly.

The separation brought us closer and our bond grew stronger and I could sense magic of warmth brewing in our relationship. Now, I feel that the bond was stronger in childhood too but the ways of expression was childish as sibling rivalry is, always ready to knock & attack each other either verbally or physically.

Now whenever we meet, we are quite amicable and understanding and now I find my kids at loggerheads, a bit refined in 21st century but more or less, they are the same as we were and when I am at my wit's end, I recall my childhood days and refrain myself from scolding and a smile spreads recalling the glorious days of the past.

The gene of we two have sincerely passed into these four, two mine & two of my bro.

When my brother visits my place, I indulge in giving him a head massage with Parachute Advansed Hot Oil and don't forget to pull his ears...he just smiles and says...."I miss those grand days of the past but the legacy is continued by our kids."

And, we both laugh as how naughty we were.

Still examples of our fight is discussed in the family, our fights were so popular.

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