Ode To A Brother
Arjun placed the rakhi his sister Sanskruti tied for him inside the boxes that he stores all the rakhi that she has given for him every year. He locked it, switched off the light and went out of the room.
The minute the light was switched off all the rakhi’s jumped up and crowded around the new arrival.
“Hi are you the new guy this year? You are really lucky to be here with Arjun. He is the best brother that any one could have”
The new rakhi just nodded his head. He did not understand what all the excitement was about.
Seeing the bewilderment in the new guy’s face one of the oldest rakhi’s said,”Hey we will tell you all about Arjun and Sanskruti. I am the oldest of them all. When Sanskruti got me for Arjun she was barely six years old. That was the year when their grand mother was hospitalised, their mother had to stay in the hospital with her and their father was shuttling between the hospital and home. Arjun was just ten years old. By the time their father returns from the hospital it would be around 11’o clock in the night. Arjun would feed Sanskruti, play with her, and then put her to sleep. He was the mother and father for her at that time.”
Another perky little red rakhi continued, “He was not a saint all the time. He knew how to trouble Sanskruti to the core. This was the year Arjun decided to teach Sanskruti how to cycle. He was observing her for two weeks and how she was fooling around. He tied one of her legs to the pedal and sat there munching on an apple seeing her struggle as she was not able to put her feet down.”
“What happened then? “, the new rakhi asked eagerly.
“She learnt to ride the same day. That was the year he terrorised her by deciding to help her learn Physics. He was behind her to make her tell the Ohm’s law. That was the day Sanskruti decided she did not want to pursue Physics. She couldn’t imagine how her life would be if she chose the favourite topic of her brother.”
“That’s how brothers are.” quipped in a golden rakhi. It continued, “Though he troubled her to the core by asking her to draw his record, fill in his ink pen, he was also her champion. Whenever Sanskruti’s mother scolds her and she is upset because of that, he always hugged her, comforted her saying that it is only our mom. When she complained of some boys troubling her in college, he became her body guard.”
A silver rakhi spoke up, “I came the year when he fought with his parents to allow Sanskruti to continue her post graduation and not get her married. He was the one who stood by her when she fell in love with her class mate and fought with his parents again for her love.”
A maroon rakhi joined the foray, “I came the year when Arjun got his job and got his first salary. More than half his salary he blew it on her by getting her a golden ring, a rich ghagra and a candle light dinner. (Don’t tell his parents though. He even got her a glass of wine that day.) “
The oldest rakhi continued,” There might be other brothers and sisters out there, we do not know about them. We know only Arjun and Sanskruti. He is all that a sister needs. Someone who supports, troubles and loves her unconditionally. He is some one who knows when to give a hand, when to stand back to see her flounder, with the confidence that she will swim to the shore.”
The new rakhi thought to him that he was really lucky to be in the beautiful box where so many wonderful memories were stored and cherished.