#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.
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 byMisha Jain.
#SiblingStories is a blogging train hosted by Ila Varma in collaboration with the Brand Ang Tatva. 31 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.
The blog train journey is kicking on 07-10-2018 and it will reach the final destination on the eve of Bhai Dooj on 09-11-2018.
It is going to be a long month of celebration along with the festivals Durga Puja & Diwali. Be ready to read wonderful posts shared by the 31 Bloggers of their real-life experiences.
Being a writer, off and on, ideas flare up and this year on the eve of Rakshabandhan, an idea sprang to introduce a Blog train on the topic Sibling and unravel the glorious time spent with the siblings.
A bond which appears inseparable in childhood days but with the passage of time, obligations of family, job, and marriage drift us apart. The emotional bonding continues but we miss the frictions, petty fights, being partner in crime, competition, fun, plays etc. We meet after a long interval and try to be coherent with each other. Rationalization in relationships mars the innocence and never ever the days come back when we cribbed at each other, fought with Mom that he/she was more loved, partnered in mischief etc.
This blog journey will help us to cherish those moments once again to bring back our lost innocence and a wide smile on our faces reminiscing those unforgettable moments.
The first participant of the series #SiblingStories, #SiblingStories is Misha Jain.
In tribute to my Granny with whom I shared my teen life and got acquainted with her versatility, wittiness and a big heart to accommodate me with love and care. Last month, she suffered with a stroke and health deterioration was in full swing. The consciousness dissolved and she was hooked to artificial machines to press her heart beat. She was in a bad state of health and I had to act stern and ask for mercy to free the soul from the burdens of diseases and multiple organ failure. Yesterday, She departed forever to rest in peace leaving the memories of togetherness intact.
Donation of organs is a noble thing and each one of us should enroll for the donation & all the organs that can be used should be retrieved.
My heart comes to mouth when I recall the news of the Bangalore youth, who was crushed to death and in spite of been in pain, he declared that his organs should be donated after death…humanity exists on earth, this incident proves it.
In ancient times, people had religious perceptions and could not think of donating organs but now when the technology has advanced and awareness programmes are carried by different schools of thought, many people have enrolled for the same.
Still, it is lacking and many people are leading a life in the deficiency of organs and many lose life in the waiting period.
I have got my family enrolled for the organ donation and request all to come forward to donate the organs after death and give life to different lives and brighten their life.
This is the noble cause and one should enroll for it and even who haven’t enrolled, their family members can come forward to donate the organs to the people who are leading a life in pain.
A person can brighten the lives of 8 people, isn’t it great?
You still live a Life after Death.
Spread the message among your relatives, friends, society, and place where you reside.
Till yesterday midnight, I was fumbling and was indecisive on what to write on the Prompt, “Stress”.
You might be amazed to hear so but it’s true on my part, I don’t take stress easily till there is something that needs to be cared of and I try to find the resolutions instead of sitting with folded hands n legs increasing the mental pressure.
These days, people use the word stress more often and even a bit of daily pressure of life is taken as deep stress and they feel worn out in distress…luckily, this doesn’t apply to me.
Today, my lady luck failed and I was caught in humdrum and unexpected stress engulfed me.
Day before yesterday, my husband bought a new mobile, Samsung S7 Edge which cost around half a lakh…he aspired for it from a long time and finally zeroed in.
In the morning, he went to buy weekly grocery and at the fish market, a small boy tried his luck and was able to pickpocket and his new mobile was gone and while attempting for the second, my husband caught him by the collar and summoned him to police. The mobile wasn’t there with him, he told that they belong to a gang and they are paid the sum of hundred to hundred and fifty for pick pocketing and on the spot, they pass on to their senior, who wait around and they move instantly…strong networking.
He was stressed with this unexpected incident and when he returned from market, he broke the news…Sunday morning, a day to relax transformed into a day of stress.
This incident marred the bliss of Sunday and the whole day, we were stressed because of heavy and sudden loss…at times, we coaxed the boy who stole the mobile or we coaxed our destiny.
Whole day was spent in gloom and it will take time to fade.
These days it’s quite common for the Dads to take care of
the kids, due to nuclear family set up and if Mums are working then they have
to be more diligent in taking care of the child.
Earlier there were joint family set ups, so there were herd
of people to take care of the young ones & Mom- Dad did not had much
botheration if they were to go for outing, job or for some work.
But nowadays, after kids, if Mom has to go out then she
needs to plan quite prior to the day and it’s amicably decided that the Dad
will take leave from work to be iin-housetaking care of little ones.
In my case, my husband is fond of kids and he can go to any
length to keep them happy. I am too fond of kids but I am a disciplinarian and
see that the children doesn’t take advantage of my lenience. I am more
particular to the judgment but my husband is just my antonym (I added this word in lieu of opposite, just for fun).
Judgment stands on his mood, if he is happy, he won’t care.
He will fulfill all demands and if he is in the slack mood then genuine things too won’t be heard and in my case, it isn’t so.
I don’t move along with moods, I am judgmental in all
circumstances and I hook up with my take.
I have two boys, now they have outgrown my lap but the
memories are still intact as if it is the story of yesterday.
My tiny tots were manageable and I raised them into
independent child. It wasn’t easier to train but they were easy to manage…I
consider myself lucky.
I started working when my kids completed their primary
school, before that I managed business of pharmaceuticals operating from my
home, but still there were instances when I had to go out for some work and in those situations, my husband stayed back.
As soon as my kids came to know that I was going for an outing,
they were very happy, though they didn’t show externally I could sense from
their body language…Maa hoon naa.
They knew that their Papa will cook their favorites (he is
a good cook), will approve their demands for toys and games along with cold
drinks, chocolates & chips and they would be free to move freely in the
house, jump on the sofa etc…a complete masti day.
Once I was getting ready for the outing, then I overheard
the conversation of Dad and beta:
“Papa, mummy jab
jayegi to mujhe wo wala toy dila dena.” So was the prakop (wrath) of Mummy in my house.
And Papa smartly didn’t reply in words, just shook his head
As soon as I would be ready to leave, their best question
propped up, “Mummy, kab aaogi?”
I would just smile, I understood the meaning of their smart
And both boys in unison will say, “Yayyyyy” & Dad was
He would cook their favorite delicacies and after having
food, he would snore and these smarty’s had immense freedom to watch cartoons, play around uncaring about the furnishings.
They celebrated the day as their independence day.
After having good sleep, he would take them to market to buy
the goods of their choice.
As I stepped inside, the younger one will come to me with
his toys and very innocently would say, “Dekho naa, Papa khareed diye hain”
The smart explanation they had and Dad would be busy in keeping
the things in their place so that I don’t give sermons to all.
My hubby’s body language clearly communicated that he had a
In conclusion, all the three of them enjoyed to the fullest
in my absence.
If I complained, “You are encouraging them to be undisciplined.”
His simple reply, “You are there to handle & bachche
tumse darte hain aur hum bhi”
Yes, it’s true, Life is unpredictable and life is such that the things that we predict never ever happens at the right time…Our wishes n desires are fulfilled but not at the time we thought to crack, but the time life has stored for us.
People say that everything is predestined…how to believe when we are unaware what the things are predestined?
Life is unpredictable n tough for those who see as tough n easy for those who readily accept each n every move of life, without twitching the brow.
I am no exception, I too go through the same.
My early marriage was an unpredictable moment for me as well as for my parents, family n all those who knew me and in three months, I was transformed totally not in girth but in worth.
The careless who moved in trousers n frocks till yesterday was engaged…unbelievable.
I pinched myself several times if really it happened or was it a passing nightmare…I have used the word nightmare here because I was reluctant at the tender age of 16 years to get hitched to a man whom I had not seen or heard of.
I too had a dream of a Prince who would come some day and ask for my hand. The Prince did come but not to me, his move was directed towards my parents. They too were not mentally ready to see me off on the pretext of marriage, so they asked time to think n rethink.
The matter was not disclosed to me but round table discussion was on. My mother was not ready to pack me up to in-laws place knowing that I had ambition to do something good in life and marriage could be a hurdle.
The round table discussion with extended family concluded with the decision to start the move from the alliance, the groom had asked my hand. He had seen me in some gathering n had decided to make me his princess n straight away, he had contacted my Pop.
Twenty- nine years back, parents never ever thought that the bride need to be asked or informed about the alliance or her decision matters…nothing of that sort…but it was believed that she will accept all that is said.
Same thing happened to me, I was asked to summon in a sari with earrings etc. at a nearby temple.
Before this day, I had never tried earrings, bangles or bindi in my life and I found it weird but chose to keep silent respecting elders.
Finally, I stepped in the temple and fleet of people surrounded me n barged several questions like Lord Shri Ram arrows.
I felt as if I was moving like,
“Suraj Hua Maddham, Chaand Jalne Laga
Aasmaan Yeh Haai Kyoon Pighalne Laga…
Main Thehra Raha, Zameen Chalne Lagi
Dhadka Yeh Dil, Saans Thamne Lagi”
I was literally trembling with fear of these outstretched eyes and answered all the questions wrong, I tried hard to sound confident but all my boldness flowed out of my body. I was mentally blank.
In spite of giving wrong answers, I was selected. The choice of the boy mattered, these all that was reeling were gimmicks, in the name of formality.
Finally, my marriage was fixed.
On the day of my engagement, I was crying. People rejoice but unknown fear of losing my people, my family, my future added to my desperation and I cried a lot.
I was engaged but my parents bought time of a year to complete my Plus 2 at least n the groom party was communicated about continuing further studies and it will be my decision.
The event of engagement created some magic on me and I carefree girl gradually started transforming for the good, becoming more responsible, learning home décor and polishing culinary skills along with my studies.
In one year time, I was totally changed, my outlook n perspectives changed and that was the magic of unpredictable life who predicted my marriage as per its choice and changed me completely.
I was adamant fellow and followed what I liked but this life made me kneel down as per its choice.
We are mere puppets in the hands of life and we play as per its directions.
Swaddling is an old technique wherein the new-born baby is wrapped in a blanket or soft fabric as per the climate of the region. It is wrapped snuggly around baby’s body resembling the mother’s womb and it soothes new-born and calm the crying or irritated baby and induce them to sleep for long hours without giving discomfort to new mother and the people attending the baby.
For safe and effective swaddling, the baby should be on the back and it
should be wrapped in a befitting (neither loose nor tight) way that the baby
is able to breathe properly and can ease their limbs and thus, it was
advisable for swaddling of newborn under trained medical personnel
I am a person with no lingering habits except for Music…I can listen to songs at any hour of the day, I just need “Me” time to listen.
I can live in any place with a few of my much-needed things and it compulsorily should include a set of music, books of my choice and pen-paper. It’s too many things for a company and I can live in a stretch with these inexpensive possessions. Here, I specifically mention inexpensive because I don’t go chasing brands for each and everything. Yes, I was choosy in selecting a brand for music set. Thanks to the web of technology that has taken entry in each and every role and one system (Desktop or Laptop, any) will suffice my requirements to stay at any place, it has all my requirements embedded in One, Music, E-books, MS Office. If I am at my place, I keep a system exclusive for my affair with Music, Books in Covers spread near me, (E-books only for emergency use Where I can’t carry or when only e-books are available and I don’t have a choice) and I certainly need pen & paper to scribble ideas, final touch I give in MS Office.
I am a tea-lover, indeed piping hot water with tea-leaves in Lassi glass, no milk- no sugar, I can’t manage in tea-cups, for that you can call me “Dehati” or a rustic…I am not ashamed to be termed as for the tea…but I am not a slave of it…I can go with it or without it. I am a master of my own, no one can rule my mind…not even my kids and they reign in my heart…Oossshhh…I conveyed a lot about me.
And my life partner, Mr.Varma is just the opposite of me, Opposite Sex with Opposite Habits…God has been quite caring to me in this perspective and blessed me profusely by getting me married with V.
You all might be confused about what I am saying, what are my intentions today…Hahaha. My Man…opposite yet Mr.Right & Fantastic. I don’t have any ready options at this stage of life….no choice after spending twenty-eight springs with this Man…don’t think, still young at heart and I dance on the peppy numbers….and for me, Age is just a number…but “Old Habits Die Hard” and I have got used to this Man Fantastic.
Aww…I am caught in my own words, isn’t it? I can’t take myself off easily from relationships of any kind…once accepted, I am always there for all with whom I share strings of my heart…don’t get mistaken…family, friends, neighbors, well-wishers…for me all come under the net of relationships.
When I was married to Mr.Right, I counted the things in common and after spending nearing three decades, I have managed to find out the uncommon things and found that we were more of Opposite Stuff then been of same components.
We both are lovers or admirers of non-vegetarian foods…but he loves Masala Curries & I prefer roasted or less spicy.
We both love to stand to help people, be it, close relatives,friends, social circles or unknown, but we vary, style of indulgence is different, sometimes he will be over-indulgent in terms of money and at times spendthrift, but I am mostly balanced, spend when required, I have or haven’t doesn’t matters much in case of requirement.
We both prefer to wear clean and ironed clothes…again, weare at loggerheads…When he gets new sets of clothing, and he will discard the old ones…my new additions is an addon in my wardrobe…result is bumper…I have two three wardrobes stacked full of clothes and he has one shelf of clothes. Here, I would like to mention that the discarded ones are not worn out, he is in practice of leaving the user in the face of new ones.
I feel fortunate that I am on his list…I think he has not got a new one…else he might have contemplated for a change…I pray that he doesn’t get one.
These were the things which I counted as Common in the beginning years of married life….gradually managed to find the loopholes in our most common traits….in the journey of 28 years plus.
Regarding habits, we are totally different and opposite. I hate the sight of Pan Parag & Rajnigandha (Tobacco Sachets) and he adores it. He just can’t live without it for some time, till he is awake. You will find in his hand all the time…never forgets to carry along, so passionate about it. Initially, I used to pester him to leave this nasty habit and tried varied ways to distract him, but I failed in my pursuits and he is successful till today in carrying with it. I fear that someday this habit of My Man might have a negative impact on his health and I do comment off and on warning him, but there isn’t any impact of my words on his habit. Finally, I gave up and surrendered and he is happy.
He is different from me still, I can’t stop loving him.
The adage goes perfectly with him, “Way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!”