IN memory of MEL

Posted: July 8, 2012 in My Silly thoughts
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Its horrible to have 2 dominating, bossy always beating elder bros. Trust me they have their own way to train the younger. Likewise my bros train me to fight like them ,nothing else. When I learnt my lesson I tried experimenting on my elder sister as I couldn’t with my bros. Poor sis!!!None the less I loved my both bros.

Its been years since My elder bro closed his eyes for final time never to open again. There’s no single day when I don’t remember him and pray for him. Sometimes I wonder it would have been different IF HE WAS ALIVE. You see it’s a fake hope with which human being lives. After his death I used to talk a lot about him. Eventually I reduced as I realized that I am repeating the same story 100th time. I try to remember only the happy moments with him not the sad ones. But still his sparkles face and taped eyes always haunt me.

Some moments with the MEL

As a kid I loved wearing my elder bros pants and shirt. Guess my bros were expecting a younger bro instead of sis. As I didn’t wanted to disappoint them I went on pleasing them right from the beginning. If I made my bros smile then it was an achievement for me. That also pleasing MEL was not an easy job.

When I was in first STD he used to take me to school in his cycle. He had his rules. I had to wait for him till he finishes his game in the ground. I was like a puppet. If he says do this and I used to do that. Sometimes he will buy many chocolates and give me 2. I used to see those 2 chocolates in my hand and 10 in his hand hoping he will give me more. But he used to say “you are a kid, 2 are enough for you”. How I used to hate him then. Right from the beginning he was bossy. But still I adored him.

He never allowed me to enter his room. I used to sit out side his room like a watch dog waiting for his approval. If he said come in my face used to bloom like sun flower. You see I was a good younger sis. Always listen to my bros. Times passed I grew up. When I was in 4th STD my bro made me wash me his clothes. We had a deal if I wash his clothes he will teach me Bollywood songs. That’s how I lerant my first Hindi song “zabbi koyi ladki deke, mera dil deewna bole…holle holle”. He used to stand and watch me soaping his shirt for the fourth time while my mind tried to memorize the lyrics. You see when MEL used to get pleased even I used to get pleased. He was a smart, intelligent, fun loving guy. He had the capacity to make anyone smile same like me.

When I was in 9th STD he gave me a birth day card. Wow how I loved that card. I still remember the pic in which gal was standing with the red roses. You see tiny tiny things of childhood cant be forgotten. MEL had his own style, different talc and different soap. Whenever I used to get a chance I used to explore his cupboard and use his things. One day for my bad luck he caught me red handed. I was just stepping out of the bath room with fragrance of his soap. He looked at me and said “you used my soap!!! I said nothing. I thought I should be more careful

BAMMUCCHI that’s what he used to call me. It’s the other thing in my house everybody calls me with their own name. I don’t wanna mention them. They really sucks.

People used to call me junior MEL as I was replica of MEL. Only difference was I was bad in studies and my teeth were front, crossing their boundary. He was a brainy. MEL used to say “if you die, then we will be having tough time framing your pic as your teeth will be out”. I hated him more. Whenever he used to be in good mood he used to give me some pocket money and talk. He used to say “you are a spoiled brat”. And I used to say in my mind “but better than you”.

Once mom had bought some chocolates and I had mine. MEL saved one to have after dinner on the cupboard. I saw it when I was dancing on his table. I finished my dinner and went to his room and put the chocolate in my mouth. He saw me eating and asked ”did you eat my chocolate?. I looked at him and said with low voice “NO”. Before I could swallow the chocolate he got up from his seat and put his hand inside my mouth and took of the chocolate and threw it. He looked at me and said “never mess up with me babe”.

He used to irritate me whenever he was bored. I was/am a good entertainer. I used to tease him and he used to make me cry. But I never stopped teasing him. When I wrote my first story in kannada he had told me “you are good with the pen”.

If you have elder bros then you are lucky. You see it’s nice to have elder bros

You see sometimes death separates our dear ones from us. But still they are with us with the sweet memory which they left behind. Its not easy to stay only with memories but still they help us in all possible ways. I will always remember you bro, it’s a life time promise which I never gonna break

Comments
  1. shrushetty says:

    SNL … m touched ……

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  2. Gaurav says:

    SnL, Really touching one……

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  3. meble radom says:

    I comment whenever I especially enjoy a post on a site or I have something to add to the discussion. Usually it is caused by the sincerness displayed in the post I browsed. And after this article IN memory of MEL SnL World !!!. I was moved enough to drop a thought 😛 I actually do have 2 questions for you if it’s okay. Could it be just me or do a few of these remarks appear as if they are coming from brain dead individuals? 😛 And, if you are writing on other social sites, I would like to follow you. Could you make a list all of all your shared sites like your Facebook page, twitter feed, or linkedin profile?

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