Birthday Boy

It's big brother's birthday. Well it's not technically, just according to the Parsi calendar. I call these birthday's 'fake' birthdays, but i love them because they give two days (fake and real) to celebrate, sometimes even to party :P

It's been 23 years today since planet Earth (and my hearth) received the devil reincarnated. I was lucky to get a respite of 5 years for the simple reason that that was when i was born. But i tell you, it hasn't been easy living since. Only the sorority of young sisters to big brothers can understand this. For almost 18 years now i have endured the slow washing of my Karma from the last life, for otherwise Providence couldn't be this mean. I mean, he;s so wierd! He digs that yucky utensil-clashing he prefers to call 'heavy metal', the sight of books creates disgusted distortions in his face, and back in school even getting less than 60 marks would matter tuppence to him. I could go on and on and on. Oh how can i forget the first time i rode the pillion of his bike only to crash down cos he was on an ego trip against some other stupid biker.

Still, somehow i keep forgiving him. Because for every stinky thing about him, there is a warming memory. Like the nights the two of us would hurl eggs from the balcony at the unsuspecting public down on the streets. And innumerable walks together. And the times we are privy to each other's secrets, all the time pretending, even to each other, that we don't know a THING, yet guarding every little detail from mom, dad and others. And how the two of us went hunting Oxford street and picadilly circus and every accessible shopping street in london coz he wanted the perfect outfit for his girlfriend (ohh noooooooo! nothing sleeveless! nooooooo! that colour's too bright, see something more subdued..nooooooooooo! tooo dull, a little brighter. Yeah that's nice, but i hate the side buttons......)

He's completed 23. And only yesterday he was in standard 9 and we were playing hide and seek with his creepy friends( he still has creepy friends tho'. Some things don't change).

Oh what the hell. The sorority would guillotine me if they knew who was making me go sentimental. But you know what? I don't think i care!