Let me give a small break to my Kazhak memoirs. Uttara’s recent blog on her perceptions about having a sibling prompted me to pen down my feelings on what I had been longing for, ever since I was a child. A sweet little sis.
Let me begin my post with a little anecdote. There was this little boy of two & half, who had so far seen his world only in his mom & dad. He was overwhelmed when he came to know that he would be receiving a wonderful gift a few months hence, a new-entrant into his lovely world. He was told, the more wonderful & as-desired the gift would be, if he prayed sincerely for it. So did he. Very eager & excited, he would accompany his anticipating-mom everyday to the near-by hanuman temple to pray for the gift (not knowing that that was the biggest mistake he was doing). He prayed whole-heartedly for a beautiful little sister to play with. He prayed for a sister, just a little sis, beau, calm & loving, to make his world lovely world lovelier. He would pour out much more than all the love & care that he had received as the first child, for her.
The day dawned. It was a June morning, exactly twenty years ago, in a small town in the suburbs of madras, lord hanuman answered his prayer with what maximum he could do in that regard. The boy was shocked on seeing his gift but accepted the gift. He didn’t know, until his grand-mom told him, that lord hanuman had within his jurisdiction the power to gift only a monkey-boy - at the maximum, without a tail. So was born this little bro to this little boy.
The boy still loved his gift. In fact, he loved it so much that he didn’t realize he was committing another serious mistake by refusing to give the baby to the nurse, who asked for it, saying it looked so cute, fair & chubby.
Days rolled on. This little bro of this little boy had begun to exhibit all the talents he had acquired from lord hanuman. Right from climbing over the TV stand, making everyone run up and down the three-floored apartment, imprint nail-marks on the so-far cute cheeks of his caring elder bro. So troublesome that his mom had to either make him stand inside the tub of the newly-purchased Sanyo washing machine or tie him to the little older grinding stone. Still the little boy loved his little bro.
More days rolled on, this little boy has lost all that he so-far possessed to his little bro and was very much happy to do so. The focus of the inmates of his world & also the visitors, his toys, cycle, T-shirts, books et al. So things went on like this and still the little boy loved his little bro.
I think, enough has been told about his little bro, though much yet unrevealed. But there was something untold, deep within this little boy’s little heart. Dreams about his beautiful little sis that he cherished once and hoped he would give them all life.
Let me begin my post with a little anecdote. There was this little boy of two & half, who had so far seen his world only in his mom & dad. He was overwhelmed when he came to know that he would be receiving a wonderful gift a few months hence, a new-entrant into his lovely world. He was told, the more wonderful & as-desired the gift would be, if he prayed sincerely for it. So did he. Very eager & excited, he would accompany his anticipating-mom everyday to the near-by hanuman temple to pray for the gift (not knowing that that was the biggest mistake he was doing). He prayed whole-heartedly for a beautiful little sister to play with. He prayed for a sister, just a little sis, beau, calm & loving, to make his world lovely world lovelier. He would pour out much more than all the love & care that he had received as the first child, for her.
The day dawned. It was a June morning, exactly twenty years ago, in a small town in the suburbs of madras, lord hanuman answered his prayer with what maximum he could do in that regard. The boy was shocked on seeing his gift but accepted the gift. He didn’t know, until his grand-mom told him, that lord hanuman had within his jurisdiction the power to gift only a monkey-boy - at the maximum, without a tail. So was born this little bro to this little boy.
The boy still loved his gift. In fact, he loved it so much that he didn’t realize he was committing another serious mistake by refusing to give the baby to the nurse, who asked for it, saying it looked so cute, fair & chubby.
Days rolled on. This little bro of this little boy had begun to exhibit all the talents he had acquired from lord hanuman. Right from climbing over the TV stand, making everyone run up and down the three-floored apartment, imprint nail-marks on the so-far cute cheeks of his caring elder bro. So troublesome that his mom had to either make him stand inside the tub of the newly-purchased Sanyo washing machine or tie him to the little older grinding stone. Still the little boy loved his little bro.
More days rolled on, this little boy has lost all that he so-far possessed to his little bro and was very much happy to do so. The focus of the inmates of his world & also the visitors, his toys, cycle, T-shirts, books et al. So things went on like this and still the little boy loved his little bro.
I think, enough has been told about his little bro, though much yet unrevealed. But there was something untold, deep within this little boy’s little heart. Dreams about his beautiful little sis that he cherished once and hoped he would give them all life.
4 comments:
LOLLLL..seriously....Monkey boy..how apt...man...tat explains the frock for his first b'day :-)....i mean u wanting a sis...me very eager to read the little bro's comments...
No comments...im gonna file a defamation suit... we will meet in the court
Sabhash, seriyana potti!!
Your disappointment, me the very sorry ;)!!
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