Oh brother
I just saw an episode of the wonder years about Kevin and Wayne... kind of made me think of my own brother..
The earlist memories I have of VJ are of him scaring me and telling me stories about various ghosts hidden in every nook and corner of the house. He would put a scary voice and I would be chased around the house, me shrieking loudly and him trying hard not to burst out laughing. Mind you, I had fun as well...like the time we went out with a brand new bat to play cricket and more importantly to show off to other people and left it on the ground somewhere.. We never saw the bat again.
Like all elder siblings, VJ has been on the receiving end of my parents wrath many times because of my fault. I guess I must apologize for being such a drama queen.
When I was three and he seven, he towered over me by miles, and was a sort of a hero for me. Now his height doesn't appear gigantic anymore(though he is the tallest in the family) his stature as a standard I measure myself against havent changed much. Strangely I have never called him 'anna' or big brother even though the age difference was big enough to warrant that, I have always called him by his name, somehow it felt more right and respectful.
I have always been compared with my brother and I know that I always will be, but I don't think I have ever told him that it has been a privilage to follow his footsteps during my childhood. VJ - a brilliant and an extremely creative being with many of his talents yet to be tapped.
My education, my schooling, my goals,(even my musical preferences) have been influenced by the guy. So here's to Vishu, the guy who bullied and beat me up many times, who teased me to tears as a kid, who cheered me up with his eccentricities, who slogged the hell to set a standard for others, who inspired many including me to aim high, who taught me how to succeed.
Wishing him the best in life.
-shrini
I just saw an episode of the wonder years about Kevin and Wayne... kind of made me think of my own brother..
The earlist memories I have of VJ are of him scaring me and telling me stories about various ghosts hidden in every nook and corner of the house. He would put a scary voice and I would be chased around the house, me shrieking loudly and him trying hard not to burst out laughing. Mind you, I had fun as well...like the time we went out with a brand new bat to play cricket and more importantly to show off to other people and left it on the ground somewhere.. We never saw the bat again.
Like all elder siblings, VJ has been on the receiving end of my parents wrath many times because of my fault. I guess I must apologize for being such a drama queen.
When I was three and he seven, he towered over me by miles, and was a sort of a hero for me. Now his height doesn't appear gigantic anymore(though he is the tallest in the family) his stature as a standard I measure myself against havent changed much. Strangely I have never called him 'anna' or big brother even though the age difference was big enough to warrant that, I have always called him by his name, somehow it felt more right and respectful.
I have always been compared with my brother and I know that I always will be, but I don't think I have ever told him that it has been a privilage to follow his footsteps during my childhood. VJ - a brilliant and an extremely creative being with many of his talents yet to be tapped.
My education, my schooling, my goals,(even my musical preferences) have been influenced by the guy. So here's to Vishu, the guy who bullied and beat me up many times, who teased me to tears as a kid, who cheered me up with his eccentricities, who slogged the hell to set a standard for others, who inspired many including me to aim high, who taught me how to succeed.
Wishing him the best in life.
-shrini
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