A stupid gift to a special girl.

Diary Entry

Okay, She has been pushing me for a while, but I somehow found it awkward about writing a testimonial to my own sister, and also scared of saying something I shouldn’t. So I didn’t.

But, now that it is Rakhi Pournami (or Raksha Bandhan if you are a North Indian), and also because of the fact that a girl just scribbled in my Orkut scrapbook that she was impressed by how much I liked my sister, I think its high time(and also apt) I write this.

Well, where do I start? As a wise (wo)man once said, lets start from the beginning.

You see, we are almost of the same age.

I am just One year,One month and One day older than her. How many of you brothers and sisters out there have such a special combination of ages? That itself shows that God had planned quite a bit before bringing us together.

I don’t remember quite well about how I felt when she was born.(The discerning reader would understand the obvious reasons for my partial amnesia. No, I did not get hit on my head.)
I don’t think I even knew what that meant.

From what I could gather from my parents’ and relatives’ vivid but sadly second-hand(to me) descriptions, I understand that I wasn’t even speaking three-syllabled words by then. However that was supposed to change.

On the day when she was born, I was left to the care of my relatives in my grand ma’s house. And(the puritarian reader whould excuse me for starting the sentence with a conjunction) probably to my cousin Mahesh(whom I call Mahesh baava)’s care especially.

If you were attentive enough you would have noticed that Mahesh is a three-syllabled word(though in certain contexts in Speech Processing “hesh” is considered to be a single syllable). Well, I don’t know if even the attentive readers would see this coming, but that very day I called him by his name.

A new (three-syllabled)phase of my life starts on the same day my sister’s just begun(It’s God’s planning all over the place now).

Though I don’t remember how much I cherished my sister’s coming, I do remember quite well about how, to put it delicately, I didn’t.

That could be evening or afternoon that day, but I was petting my baby sister. All of a sudden she scratches on my nose. Being just the one year old infant I was, I felt hurted.
That’s how our first quarrel happened.

In the following years, I had to bear a lot of scratches on the rest of my face, numerous times of my hair being pulled and on one fine Diwali day, a forced combing of my hair.

As the male readers who also have younger sisters would understand, I hated her.

I don’t regret saying that. Because(again the puritarians among you should excuse me) how can you love your sister without hating her? For that matter how can you bond with anyone without constantly quarelling with him/her?

So much for the past.

But(alright I give up, I can’t form a sentence without starting with a conjunction) before coming back to the present, I would like the reader to reflect on the following. We were just one year(and one month and one day) different by age.
So, we were practically twins. All we ever shared at that age was our looks. We almost looked alike. There wasn’t a sane person who did not mistake us for twins.

Coming back to the present, I don’t think I ever deserved a sister like her.
The reader may wonder why I think so. The following explanation should suffice.

She knows what I like and what I don’t, where as I hardly know what gift she would like. She remembers(always) my birthday, but I forgot hers more than once(to be precise, twice I think). She shares everything with me, while I don’t even share my thoughts with her. She is probably the most practical thinking person in our family, where as I have no clue about my life. She works hard, is punctual and modest. She gives and gives. I only take.

I am all that she is not.

Probably, thats why I love her so much.

(I just can’t resist putting this in)

P.S.: We are virtually equivalent to a pair of hypothetical telepathically joined siamese twins.

Tasks ….

1) Obviously, don’t screw up the internship like you did with the project.(Already screwed up)
2) Get a great idea, then get busy and implement it(You already seem to have one, so build upon it).(Didn’t do this either)
3) Learn C++.(Yeah, right.)
4) Use your spare time to get your fundamentals right(they are very evidently weak at this point of time).(L O L ! ! !)
5) Don’t read a book.Okay fine, you can only read the Russel right now.But do *understand* the damn book, work with it.(Didnt finish reading it even now.)
6) Get a better internet connection.(Nah, Can’t afford it.)
7) …(…)

Hello world!

Hello everybody.

Well, i had to start blogging at last.

 So, here I am making my “Hello World!” post.

 Thats all for now.