Tag: Boys

L is for lines !

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That inky incident with my Sister

“Sometimes having a sister is even better than having a Superhero. This lovely quote describes the most entertaining relationship in my life is with my sister who is younger  to me, not just in age but in every single sense. So, I thought, I could just express few incidents and experiences which I cherish and would love to share about as well.

There are good and bad phases we go across when we are growing up and when we are dealing with our relations with our closed ones. I have experienced it too, with my sister. We use to fight like cats and dogs every day where we actually hated each other for a while, and now when we fight, it’s out of love and that fun element to spice up our relation and which brings each other more close as you end up laughing together.

At the age of primary and secondary schooling, we never ever had been along well because every difference between us was a major issue to fight and argue. What we always did was, fighting over TV remotes, sharing food and chocolates and those small things, which doesn’t matter today. The change is normal, the fights are normal. Every family has brother-sister bullying and teasing relation but has a brighter side as well. We did not understand and had mutual understanding for each other back then but yes, whatever good part we shared, it’s cherishing and sweet. So here it goes a story about one incident we had –

I was busy doing my homework and so was she busy with his respective work. Our parents were not at home and we were instructed to take care of the house. My sister has a habit of scribing “X” on any exposed body part (especially hands and forearms and we call it “jolly game”, don’t know what it mean) and making various marks for fun. Suddenly, she scribed over my hands an “X” with his black ball pen followed by various untidy black strokes. It seemed such an embarrassing mark and felt very annoying, which heated up a war. I tried to return the favour with bigger mark and ran after her  for so. Accidentally, it scribes so bad and so deep in his skin that it swelled up with little blood. So, when you know you have hurt your sibling and she is going to be tremendously ferocious, you should simply LEAVE!

I ran and got back to my work innocently. And she angrily came into the room and started being violent and beating each other, screaming at each other, and pouncing over each other. Nobody is ready to say sorry and she in anger just took my pen and broke it into two pieces so badly that even the refill of the pen was broke. And now, the twist was, we realized that all the ink was sprinkled on the clean white wall of our room like an artist spraying his colours over canvas.

We both exchanged looks, we both were silent, and we forgot all the fights and arguments and just ran over bathroom sink to get some soap and water because if mom gets a hint about the wall, we knew we both will land up in ultimate trouble and immense scolding for such a noble deed. Just 5 seconds earlier we were beating each other and few drops of sprinkled ink UNITED us! My sister  told me that wiping wall with soap on scrubber will be easy to clean.

We started coordinating with each other and washing the wall with so much effort and most importantly, with the fear of mom’s grudges and scolding. My sister just got some soap on scrubber and tried to clean a small ink bloat. And guess what? It spread out immensely like the wings of eagle and looked scarier to clean.The black waterproof ink was so hard to clean on white wall that we ended up bleaching the wall as we rubbed it so hard with a utensil washing soap. And, the best part was – you could see the stroke of the scrubber as the black highlights of ink which was just impossible to clean. We ended up doing the “best wash” ever we could and we made it look fairly strange, with wall bleached and few untidy adamant drops of ink and some strokes as well !!

As we grew up, we laughed and made jokes about it. But as time flew, we both have turned helping hands for each other. What parents would not understand, a sibling does, and so is my sister!

And few words that I have to say, whom even others could relate for their siblings – “That you hold a special place in my heart and we have enjoyed good times together. We fight, probably because we are just alike! Somehow, because of time or mood I have never expressed my feelings about you as we have never been so personal and expressive about each other and something that restricted me to say, but I want you to know that I love you. Our journey through life may take us apart but neither distance nor time will fade away the relation we share. We share a relation of blood but we are friends out of love.”

Women And WhatsApp

You extracted her number from a certain WhatsApp group and in boxed her. Or maybe you ‘inboxed’ her in Facebook and due to your incessant pleas, she finally gave up and gave you her number. Or you may still have gotten it from one of her friends. She may also have given it to you personally.

Hello beautiful, you look awesome was your opening gambit. The next moment you were trans nighting…

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Women And WhatsApp

You extracted her number from a certain WhatsApp group and in boxed her. Or maybe you ‘inboxed’ her in Facebook and due to your incessant pleas, she finally gave up and gave you her number. Or you may still have gotten it from one of her friends. She may also have given it to you personally.

Hello beautiful, you look awesome was your opening gambit. The next moment you were trans nighting chatting on WhatsApp and that’s how the relationship kicked off. Not that she has feelings for you, no, that’s the nature of women. They will even chat with their girlfriends, something which is rare about men. Quite a strange way of dating nowadays where relationships start just like bowel movements with no foundation. Before you know it, you are head-over-heals in love with each other. Not that you are the first one, she just added you to her presumably long list of boyfriends. You just got a share from her and if you are lucky enough, you get the largest share depending on the depth of your pocket of you or how beneficial you are to her, something she have not told you.

That’s or has been the nature of women. Men have been known to cheat and it said that this nature is inborn of them. This does not therefore mean that women have no other men in their lives apart from their partners. If having many partners at the same time is cheating, then women are the worst. The difference is only that these relationship are platonic, while men main objective of cheating is basically sex, women are different. They assigned different roles to the men in their lives.

There is this man who is her classmate and who is very smart. She will befriend this one for academic purposes. This is the one she will sought when doing assignments and also during exams to explain a certain mathematical concept she never understood, in class because presumably she was busy chatting WhatsApp with yet another man. This is the guy who she will make sure has gone through her assignments before handing over to the lecturer.

There is also this cute and tall guy whom she goes out with in the weekend. This is the one she will talk about when she is with her friends discussing their boyfriends. This one may not be that financially stable but his charms and humour just sweeps her off her feet. He’s such a good company to her.

There is also this guy who meets her needs. This one is settle and a bit older than her. She will turn to this one if her phone ‘accidentally drops in a pool of water and needs a repair’. He is the one who recharges her phone after she sends a ‘please call me message’. He is also the one who will send her expensive gifts during valentine and take her to expensive dinner in a classic hotel. This guy be even having a family but so long as he is catering for her financial needs, she doesn’t care.

A guy may neither posses none of afore mentioned characteristics but that doesn’t mean that he’s is useless to her. So long as he is not disabled. He will be the one whom she will call when the bulbs suddenly goes off or and she wants it replaced. He will also be responsible of repairing a leaking roof and delivering charcoal. When the gas cylinder goes empty, he is called to make arrangements on how it will be refilled. When her vehicle gets deflated in the middle of the highway, she calls him.

Women will have a way of naming all these men in in her phone book. For instance the last guy may be named something like ‘Mr Ranbeer’. However unlike men who may confuse and send a text to the ‘wrong’ guy, you will never find a woman doing that. She plays her cards well and you may never get to know about it. That’s how mysterious they are.

PS: It is a complete fiction.Any resemblance to any particular ‘woman’ should not be treated as offensive.

PPS: No Offence Meant. 😀