greetings!

i’ve just had a wonderful weekend. well, not exactly the weekend that i had in mind, but special in a way. nothing much happened, actually, it was a weekemd of lazing around, total escape from the dreadful routines of work and its complementary headaches, bags of tension and pocket full of crap it comes with.

if nothing happened, why bother writing? wait, i do have something to say. actually thought about it while driving back to work this afternoon. and it goes like this………..

i’ve always had a very tumultous relationship wth my sister (the elder one of the two, the other is kinda my pet). we’ve just had a year apart from us, and going through adolencence together is like bringing down hell, twice in my household. i didnt go through the normal devil may care rebel attitude wannabe type during that time, but i always saw my sister as a rival, in all aspects. to me, she was the popular one, the likeable one, the lovable one, the you know where i’m getting right? the perfect one, and me, the goat that lost its way, ready to be slaughtered in her name. this started from the years i can remember, err, remembering, and right till recent times.

the introduction of my youngest sister did calm the waters a little, but it was just a small truce, somewhat treading a no-fly-zone kinda situation. the battles became more cerebral now, cynism and sarcasm was the order of the day. and the usual battles to grab the cable remote. and the food fights, the i-tell-mom-you’re on the phone episodes.

until that night, 17th november 2000.

elders often said, that two incidents will unite people. marriage, or the demise of someone close. the latter happened, most abruptly, without warning, without predjudice. as swfitly as it came, i hope that its effect will go in the same speed, but it didnt. it never will. but out of it, many things have changed. so did our rivalry.

the responsibility of being the moral support and the pillars of strength for my mum and younger sisters did change me in many ways i never thought i would have done. and the same goes to my sister, being the closer one to my mum and the youngest, she too, went through a phase of change that was non-existent before this. forced change, and this at times was the most difficult thing to cope with.

and so did our relationship. but the road was not easy. it was even more intense than before, with a power struggle involved and the virtual mantle of being the head of the family jousted between us, unintentional of course, but the signs of a hostile takeover of sorts was always lingering in the background.

over the years, and its been 6 years now since that fateful night. we’re somewhat different. things have ironed out rather smoothly, and its been almost perfect ever since. the isolation i go through here when at work is another plus point, but the major fact is that we’re now treating each other wih respect and adiration of what we’re capable of. once upon a time, i really wished i had a brother instead of a sister, where we could joust our battles the right way, fist fights, wrestling, name it. fighting with the fairer sex is the most challenging fight you can ask for. and i went through almost 18 years of it!

now, i can rest assured, that she’s the rock that i can lean on when times are bad, an so does she, i’m the pillar she looks for. driving back this afternoon was somewhat different today. in a few years she’ll be a home maker in another family, and our times together might be somewhat limited. i seriously wished that we had grew up the way we are now, rather than pick on each other like tom and jerry. but, i guess its all that chasing around that has lead to this beautiful feeling we have now. and i have two sisters too. the youngest one has a long time to go, but we’re somewhat closer that i could have ever imagined.

sisters, i know you’re not reading this, but i guess, its not wrong for me to say,

" I love you very much, and thanks for being my sisters!"

okay, enough of getting all sappy here. get those tissue boxes over here!

cheers!

plain ol joe