My Elder Bro – My Guide, Friend, Mentor & Lifeline! #SiblingRivalry

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The relation of the sibling is a unique one in this world. It starts with confusion when the elder one is suddenly taken aback when he/she sees another kid joining their league, which eventually leads to a lot of fighting and crying while they are growing up and finally ends with immense love and respect for each other. They become each other’s backbone. From keeping secrets to guiding each other for the best, this is my, Mayank Manohar ode to the relation that I share with my elder brother Mrinal Madhukar.

The best memory that I have, which still wanders in the theatre of my mind, is when I was in 4th grade and my brother was in 6th, and we decided to save our pocket money to gift our parents something on their respective birthdays. It was really sweet of him to come up with the idea at such a young age and his will to make me understand. That’s how he is, someone who is always so caring about the people he loves that he will always do something special for them.
My brother has always been sensitive since he was a kid. I remember how when our cousins used to come over and leave, I was the least affected by anyone’s departure. But my brother would start crying from the moment he learned that people are leaving and the vacation was over. A few of my cousins prayed that my brother is asleep when they have to leave but seldom had it happened. For me, it was more disturbing that the vacation was over and it was time to go back to school. For him, people mattered, more than that the relationships mattered.
While growing up though I had my own tantrums, I still remember how we used to play WWE on our bed and always kept on trying to imitate the moves of those wrestlers. He would grab me, lift me and toss me on the bed and it always used to end with our laughter and warning from our mother that the bed will give up soon if we continued practicing the moves…and a day arrived, when planks of the bed were replaced. Mom premonition came out true.
The age when we were crazy about the magnets and would go to any extent to get one…it was easily accessible to get after operating the toy collection, we had. Once, we even ruined one of the soft toys that our mother loved, it was a monkey who used to blabber whenever it was slapped. We operated on him and got that big fat magnet out. We got good slaps multiple times for doing magnet business but trust me, it was worth it.
We have laughed together, cried together and have done a lot of mischiefs together but today both of us are on their respective paths to make something out of the life we have, the best part that exists is we have always got each other’s back. He would lie to our mother when she found something fishy in my bag ahead of my school exams. The way, he made our parents understand how I felt about engineering and how I wanted to do something else in my life.
He has always ensured that I get the best of everything while he would settle for normal things. For instance, I have stayed in many cities for my studies while he couldn’t. He always pushed me really hard for achieving everything that I aspire for. And the reason that I shared my emotions with him about how I felt about engineering was because being my big brother, he used to take my interviews and literally guide me how corporate interviews are supposed to be and how I was supposed to basically put a lot of butter on everything that I say with a lot of emphasis on a few keywords like team player, enthusiastic, optimistic, opportunist etc. It didn’t go well down with me and I realized after getting rejected umpteen times that I was made for something else. But unaware of the fact, my brother was speaking to all of his friends and colleagues to get me a better job on my merit.
That was when one fine day I decided to drop him a text explaining everything which led to one thing to another.  For four years  I am placed in Delhi, pleased and content with my choice of profession and aspiring for more & more.
I have always been on the other side of the shore, where I didn’t share the same aim as my bro to stick to the only study in schools or college. There were times when our teachers used to compare between me and my brother and there were times when I would get really agitated by his aim to study more and more. I received good scolding to concentrate on studies but my mind was always busy doing something creative. My bro has been the best student, best son, best brother, best friend and now a really good husband.
I wish him all the best in his life and hope that he gets the best of everything. I may not have been a good brother at times, but I know I have got your back…that’s my real strength.

Reminiscing those days of childhood, a plan struck to start a blog train on #SiblingStories and 36 Bloggers of them amalgamated to share their sweet, salt and pepper encounters of #SiblingTalk.Brand Angtatva collaborated with me to give a new shape to this beautiful blog train journey.
The Campaign #SiblingStories & #SiblingTalk hosted by Ila Varma in collaboration with Angtatva comes to an end after a month-long celebration of adventurous blog train trip with Siblings. I am happy that it ended peacefully minting excellent relationship with new and old bloggers from across the globe. The articles shared by all the participants are indeed wonderful, emotional and funny instances with our siblings and I am sure it has helped in unearthing new facts about our siblings.

Special Bonding – Sibling Love! #SiblingStories

Life is one, yet we are connected with so many people. I too have #SiblingStories and I am eager to share….and Yes, I got a chance to share.

#SiblingStories is a blogging train hosted by varmaila in collaboration with the Brand Ang-Tatva...Esteemed bloggers from blogging fraternity have joined hands to participate in the Blog train for #SiblingTalk reviving the sweet and tickling hours spent with loving siblings and revive golden memories of the past. 
We are 3 siblings. I am the youngest and pampered one born on Valentine Day 14th Feb, J moody at times, childlike at heart.
My Great Brother



I am blessed to have an elder brother who pamper me like a kid. He has always been naughty among all three of us. Our parents gave us great values that have nurture us not only as a person but overall as a good human being. Thanks to them for their love and unconditional support.

Among all three, I have always been a pampered child. I was young in the family so everyone used to listen to my wishes.  I used to have pillow fights with my brother, He used to pull my hair and run away. Then I used to cry louder and seek everyone’s sympathy.

 And then do I need to tell you?

Hahaha. My mummy used to do what… Brother Ki pitai. To honi he thi…
Kabhi Chappal, Kabhi Belan …

My parents used to scold him and ask him — is it a way to treat a younger sister and I used to feel aahhhhh. And wow… “Fir Kya” bas patch up. Happy ending with gifts and chocolate J

I remember when I had my school board exams, my brother used to drop me at board examination centre and he used to wait for full 3 hours till my exam gets over. That time it was a normal thing for me. But now when I think, I feel happy and blessed to be loved by all. That is all about #siblinglove
My Elder Sister

I have an elder sister too who is more like a mom to me, then a sister. She used to live with my granny (nani) more often and visits during weekends. So when she used to visit us, she was given a special treatment. My mother used to make special dishes.

She has always been responsible and favorite of all. Very respectful, sincere, caring loving and affectionate. In brief, I have inherited from my sis being a social and well-mannered child.

I am blessed to have a sister like her. There were times when I used to feel little annoyed with her over my mom’s inclination towards her. Because she is very understanding, so obviously, mom’s favorite. But over a period of time, I began to realise that there is nothing wrong in it. Parents love all their children alike.

Parents love is unconditional. They never demand anything from us in return.
I remember I was in class VII preparing for my history paper. I was so nervous that I fell ill. I was confused about a few chapters. My sister had helped me at that time. She explained each and every line of the chapter. That made me so confident that I never felt nervous again. I learned the technique of learning.

From that day onwards, I clearly understood that mugging up things won’t help me in the longer run. It’s better to understand the concept and then write on it…it was her guidance that proved helpful in my life.

It’s all about sibling love and the bonding that we 3 share. It’s so beautiful to do write up on this topic that I am feeling short of words. Sibling love is beautiful. Lots of fights, tears of joy, ocean of emotions and happy endings. All that matters when comes to #SiblingStories #SiblingTalk #Siblinglove.

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Pooja Budhiraja, a working mom, a blogger, social media influencer and a homemaker. I believe one should follow his/her dreams religiously and never say No before trying. Life is about Khatta-Meetha experiences and through this post I would like to bring back a few bits of lost innocence.


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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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Ready to Catch Up Blog Train with Sibling Stories! #SiblingStories #SiblingTalk

#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.
Blog Train is hosted by @varmaila in association with Ang-Tatva.
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Relationships are Fragile!

Relationships are Fragile, Handle with Care. 

Been proactive on social media and included in
many groups within social media acquaints me with the issues faced by the
people. Relationship management is not an easy task and it requires patience
and perseverance.  We need to remember
that the relationships are like the sacred thread which needs the care to be
handled and maintained. Too much of expectations and alterations might affect
and the thread can be snapped. Once snapped, it is not possible to come back
into original shape, how hard you try. A knot will always be there and it
suffocates the relationship.

रहिमन धागा प्रेम का, मत तोड़ो चटकाय।टूटे से फिर ना जुड़े, जुड़े गांठ परि जाय।

The
Doha of Rahim is apt to understand the essence of a relationship.

If we remember the words of Rahim, we can be true in maintaining long-term
relationships.

Today, in one of the groups, hot discussion of the day was,

“How
to handle Relatives & Friends who sprawl or sit on the sofa with feet up,
Should they be asked to sit properly or ignored?”

The answers thronged the platform and maximum were of the view that they should ask their relatives and friends to sit in a proper way.  If it sounds rude, they did not feel to be bothered and negligible were of the opinion, अतिथिदेवो भव and we should refrain from being rude and offensive.

I too plunged in the discussion with my own opinion.

I hold the view that the relatives and friends that visit our place are because they nurture love and care for us and we should respect them.

In today’s scenario, people lazily sprawl on sofas while watching TV or time spent with family. When you yourself do the same then you don’t feel the need to be questioned then how come, you feel like asking family members and guests to avoid.

Further, people love to be in the comfort zone and because they feel at home at your place so they tend to get informal on their visit.

It is better to refrain from asking friends and relatives to be formal and not to sit with feet up or lying on the sofa. It will hurt the sentiments. Why be so concerned about the things that are perishable? It is far better to save the relationships because the relationships are delicate and fragile and need lots of care to flourish. The things damaged can be amended or replaced but a relationship cannot.

People don’t remember us through our articles and commodities, we are remembered for our good and bad deeds.

My sincere advice was that overlook these petty things and rise above these materialistic things to maintain the sanctity of our relationships.

Moreover, if your conscience does not allow to accept the informal behavior of the people, who visit you, then there are a few ways that you can adhere to and maintain silence.

Change your habit and keep the rules uniform for the insiders as well as the outsiders
Don’t allow anybody to break the rules
It is better not to restrict, instead use sofa covers that can be frequently washed or sprawl cotton thin comforters on the sitting arrangements. Wash them weekly.
People loved my idea and I too follow the same at my place. I don’t pinpoint if visitors, friends, and families live informal at my place because I believe that the relationships are above these petty things and why to mar relationships.

I am a firm believer of Rahim Doha and I support it heartily.


Readers, share in your views. Honest views will be appreciated.

Disclaimer: The post is written solely on my experience with the open discussions in various forums. I don’t hold any grudge against someone nor I want to offend someone. I believe in healthy open discussions and I don’t get offended, rather I believe that the open interaction helps us to know many new things to learn and improve.

I Missed Blogging Dearly!


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I shifted my domain from Big Rock to another and this process took a quite long time hampering my blogging activities.
I did not anticipate that it will take so long, as of approx. 20 days. The Big Rock did not wished to release me and it kept on hold for a long time requesting, Abhi Naa Jaa.
Finally, it was released and my website was up. I missed my writing activities dearly.
Mostly, I write in impulse and the contents are spontaneous…all those went haywire.
Writing in impulse shoots idea automatically and you cannot write afterwards, however hard you strive….the intensity and the ideas churned disappears with time.
I was in fear that I might lose a good number of traffic and website status. Thankfully, it remained static…neither I gained nor I lost.
Dear Friends, I am back and will share my writings on regular basis. Writing keeps me connected and my feelings gets a positive vent to share.

Crossroad of Life!


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Every time, I prayed to save a Life

Settling all the rife

But this time, I had to stand strong

Praying to Almighty

To minimize the suffering

Of the caged soul.

The Artificial Respiration & Tubes

Saved her pulse

But, She was unable to recognize.

It was baffling for Me

To watch a witty Soul

Suffering for no cause.

She had lived a life

Of dignity & poise

Her Sparkling skin

Was envy of All.

Prayed to God

To free her Soul

From the worldly bindings

To soar high

Into the realms of Peace & Calmness

Where there is no strife.

My wishes were granted

Finally, She laid in peace forever.

The immortal soul got freedom

To take a flight

Away from Us.

I am sure

Her blessings will be always there

Of the pious soul.

The memories of past

Is etched in my heart

And, it will stay there Forever

To cherish my stay in her company.

© Ila Varma 14.07.2018

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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.

Those Innocent Faces!


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Since a year, I am engaged with a NGO to help the unprivileged class, who cannot make his living by his own effort because of old age and physical disabilities. Simultaneously, time to time, we visit orphanage to distribute snacks or items that they require periodically.

Our dreams are embedded with our NGO, but it is in an infancy stage and a minuscule number support us in this race. 
I dream to walk miles before I sleep.
My observation shook me from within when I first stepped inside the orphanage. There were small children from the tender age of 4 to 18 years. 
When they gathered inside the campus to meet us, those innocent eyes that gazed at us were mostly of Girls, only 5 boys were there among the crowd of 50.
The disparity in number of gender triggered queries inside me.
Why the numbers of Girls is so high in orphanage?
Reason?
Reason?
A fine reason settled inside me and my conscience supported the reason.
Are these Girls abandoned by the parents?
Are these Girls borne by the Moms out of wedlock or result of outraged modesty of girls?
My inner conscience said yes and my soul was shocked to watch those innocent cute faces. A hollow smile writ large on their faces.
What was the fault of these innocent souls?
Humans are judgmental and they love what they prefer. But, how God can be so cruel with them?
I have seen people asking for children, who aren’t blessed with a child. They are not on the page of choice of gender rather they pray to God to bless with a child. Their only choice is child, Boy or Girl doesn’t matter.
How come God blesses these cursed souls, who don’t have care for a girl child?
I was moved at the sight of those innocent faces of cute girls, each had its own beauty and charm. The life that they are gifted with, has a tag of orphan but my mind dwindled in conflict, “are they really orphan.”
My soul was not ready to accept. A feeling emerged that they are tagged orphans due to the compelled ignorance of their parents and extended family members.
Woman is known for her unconditional love for her child and what are these woman made of who abandoned their new-born at the mercy of none.
Science and technology is advancing each and every moment but still the numbers at orphanage growing and that too of GIRLS….pathetic.
It was a trying moment for me.
I want to do a lot for them to bring happiness in their life but I cannot do for all because of my limitations, personal and financial.
I have vowed to help them periodically by distributing stationary items, clothing, food articles etc.
I along with my accomplice and my children distributed snacks among them.

While leaving, I enquired what they want in my next visit.
Most of them said chocolates and colour pencils.
They bid us goodbye with a Big Thank You note and See You Again.
Hopefully, will visit soon but I pray to God in silence to hold the numbers of Orphans.
Why to bring them in this world to be looked upon as an object of sympathy?
Many questions keep rising in my head shaking my belief on humanity.
I have scribbled my feelings that I encounter with in my solitude. I share the turmoil that churns within me on the subject. No offences to any social or political people.

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