Sugar and Spice And All Things Nice ???

A long time ago, in country far away from here, there was this wonderful, brilliant, kind, caring and sensitive little boy. (okay I exaggerated, remove all adjectives, he wasn't even little !!! )

And this boy was around five years old when his parents told him he was going to have a little sister (Don't remember whether they told "sister" or "brother or sister". Think prenatal testing is legal in that country. Anyway let me get on with the story !!! )

Eagerly he awaited her coming and did everything possible to make things better for her. Like talk to her about what's happening outside so she dosen't get a shock when she finds out she dosen't know any current affairs. (Guess he needn't have WORRIED. She's lived all these years without an inkling of what's happening in this world !!! )
And he waited a long time, watching as she grew bigger and bigger, trying to feel her kick through the womb.

And then one day, after multiple visits to Mom who was in the hospital now, she was born. A really small, black kid. Really small arms and legs and didn't cry much.
He wasn't really impressed. After the long wait it was really a letdown to see something that looked more like a doll than a sister !!!

Anyway he was quite excited and behaved the best he could. Looking after her (more like looking at) and alerting mommy when she cried. And he realized he quite liked the little girl who was his sister.

Then she began to grow up, to crawl around and get in his way, to play with or eat or tear up or infinitely many other hideous acts with his belongings. Now THIS was getting irritating.

Then he slowly realized he had to SHARE his parents too !!! What cruelty !!! What injustice !!! First she comes late and wants an equal share !!! And she gets more !!! She gets more time, attention and love than he, The FIRST BORN !!!

This was getting vexatious and she showed no signs of letting up. She grew bigger and MEANER and more irritating and started to walk. Now she had more range and could get at my things which were kept at heights too.

And then he started hating her. She who took away his parents time, money and attention. She who got at his things, she who bugged him while he did anything, she who ...#$#^... All that infinitely hideous things she did that makes me shudder.

(Coming up next : The Transformation)

Disclaimer : This is my point of view. My mom says my sister never touched, forget destroyed any of my things, never ever bugged me or anybody else for that matter, and had the best disposition in a child she has ever seen.

I choose to disagree and wonder why moms always support Daughters !!! Atleast the attention grabbing part is true.

And my sister claims that I used to (and still ?!!) hurt her and is the attention grabbing, wasting money, irritating sibling. She also claims I ate all her food stunting her growth !!!

Anyway since either of them don't have a blog, you can only believe the TRUTH as expounded by ME !!!

I'm Twenty Two !!!

Woo Hoo !!! Today is my birthday and I am Twenty Two Years Old !!! How does it feel to be 22 ?? Any different from 21, from 20 ?

Well, 21 was a momentous year. The year I turned into a legal adult . The point since when I could do my own thing and nobody could question. (Not really, but then somthings should be exaggerated !! )

And 22 is really far far away from 20. 20 is the age when I had a two digit age where the first digit is not 1, from the time I could remember (he he, what a sad joke !). There were two full years before I graduated, two long years before I had to be responsible and behave like an adult. [Atleast half an adult ;-)]

Somehow 22 feels like any other day. Uneventful the year may or may not be, but this birthday feels momentous none at all... No feeling of being in the threshhold of a new beginning.

But however the feeling haunting me since the end of college days whenever I think of a job reiterates itself. The feeling of dread akin to that of a man about to be 'walked the plank'. A man who does not know how to swim, or how far away or in which direction land lies.[Leave out the sharks, it complicates things far too much for me to handle...]

Dread that fills a person when he knows that in a very short time he'll be in the deep water and will have to pick a direction and start swimming as best as he can whether he likes it or not !!! Of not knowing if he'll drown as soon as he hits the water due to the inability to learn swimming in such a short time or drown after exhaustion renders him unable to propel himself further. Or whether salvation of a nearby shore awaits him... (Don't want a desert island, some place where they are looking for a KING would be fine (not a place where thay eat kings either a la Pirates 2!!!))

Will anybody ever give me a job ?!?

Guess I travelled far from the Birthday post :-)

Anyway thanks for all those calls and wishes... And to John and Abhi for the gift...