A sister’s brother...


The long persisted silence on my blog itself elucidates that ‘being happy’ and ‘having something to write’ are two different worlds and that’s why we do not have archives of successful love stories unlike the ‘romeo-juliet’, ‘heer-ranjha’ and analogous flicks.

Hats off to those few who manage to make up stories even when the food is plenty (that too available 24*7) and sloth ain’t prohibited...

But this does not imply that what is to follow is a sullen heart break saga...lucidly, it is a rare-view that only people bestowed with a female sibling could observe.

Man is a ludicrous lascivious bastard and the history has it.

The mores of male character is hounded with a morbid obsession too leer every passing girl in a way that even the X-ray machine would shy away at the clarity of the imprint.

But then, there is a motley range in this clique as well.

Some are gay, some a cut above Shakti Kapoor and others are a bit elegant and suave like me.

The third classification in which I keep myself is a class of boys with sisters.

This class would satisfy its craving by a quick flash and then build animations up on it.

Presume a situation when you are standing with your sister (who is more or less your age) in a busy market.

By busy, I mean a market where couples are too busy within them and are licking on the same ice-cream.

In such a situation, even if your girl friend steps in front of you (alone or with some other friends who are essentially girls), you would behave as if you are too much into the childhood pledge at school that reads ‘all Indians are my brothers and sisters’.

And at the spur of the hour, suddenly your sister breaks into discussing with you the handsomeness of an uptown stud standing a few paces apart, how would you feel???

The chauvinistic patriarch within you would create a hullaballoo but to no avail (after all, we share equal rights). You won’t be able to hold back a mercurial rise of anger and a sense of empathy towards Mallika Sherawat’s brother will come into picture automatically.

But then, everybody should have a sister.

At least it illustrates how a man and a woman are the same wine in different bottles.

And yes, when they are all the same, why not give equal rights to the female sibling as well...why not stop female foeticides.

P.S. – you can look forward to more frequent postings on my blog from now on. After all I am getting back to my aggravated heaven in 2 days.

P.S. – it’s raining in Bhopal and every time it rains, I stop halfway saying,”when it rains...”

They ask me to further express myself and I always fail.