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When I have no one to fly
my Kite.
When I'm not able to decide.
What's wrong and what's right.?
I miss You a lot
Tell Me brother, do you Miss me or not.
Respected Principal Sir, Vice Principal Sir, Honorable
Judges, teachers and my dear friends, this is not a poem that you just
heard but these were the outpourings of my lonely heart when my only
brother left for higher studies. Tough times indeed, all alone in a big
house. I felt so bored. It was at this juncture that I first realized the
importance of siblings, Before that I always felt that having one means
sharing everything in life from material things to Parental Love. The
Younger of the siblings invariably gets pampered and I was no exception. I
admired Charles Dickens for having written-'The later born is always
better than the previous one' A brother elder or Younger can't help
teasing his sister. My brother wasn't an exception either. He called me
names, pulled my braids, threw plastics insects on me, hid my things and
played many an unimaginable tricks on me. But then it was he who taught me
how to swim, how to paint and how to ride a bike. He was my scriptwriter.
He was my chauffeur. He would effortlessly take me out of that complicated
maze of Maths and make Pneumonic or Memory aids for me.
I can never forget the day when he went out to get medicines for me in
pouring rain, got literally drenched and sneezed continuously for 10
minutes. We have shared such happy moments-from weilding a willow, playing
with Barbie dolls, imitating friends and teachers, chasing lizards, racing
with the clouds, floating paper boats in puddles, rain dancing-unadulterated
pure fun and frolic. To top it all, pacifying an angry mom appeared to be
the Big B's panache. The time flies but the memories remain. The best part
is that the Almightly directs the elder sibling to be more loving, caring
and having an over protective attitude towards the younger one.
Unfortunately, the same Almighty makes the younger sibling to take all
this as infringement of freedom. The mischief mongers in the siblings manifest themselves truly when there's a little age gap, The Parents obviously
bear the brunt. The fury of the onslaught often result in a good beating,
followed by a round of sobs, tears, apologies etc. The curtains fall and
the preprations begin for a new show. What a great feeling ? What a way to
get acquainted with the miseries of life ? Indeed Siblings teach each
other much more than life can teach a single child. If I attribute my
etiquettes and grace to my Big B, I claim full credit for his being sobre,
sweet tempered, mellowed and respectful to the opposite sex.
After all these lovely musings, I would hate to touch the topic of sibling rivalry because I feel that parents are to be
blamed in that case. Siblings should never be compared. Every child has a
unique individuality and that should be allowed to manifest, Every child
needs personalized attention and appreciation. Depriving a child of this
lead to frustration what's required is capturing the magic of childhood
and not the child. Going downing the memory lane and wishing my brother a
long life, I would end my speech with a message to my brother
When you're not at ease
When you've no one to tease
When you want to go out for long walks,
But have no one to listen to your talks,
Love from friends you must have got
But tell me Brother, do you Miss me or not. ? |
