I am the youngest in a typical nuclear family, papa, amma, brother and me. Being the youngest, I was most pampered and was prone to throw tantrums till I got bored with the whole thing altogether.
Growing up with a brother is something my best friends have always wanted (most of them have elder sisters). To me, well it was survival. I used to be the girl who tells on her brother. I can still remember the immense satisfaction i used to get,when i catch my bro doing something he shouldn't be doing, telling amma,and seeing the result! (but then, i always had to pay for those, brothers always have much more strength! Always!!). So i dropped that practice too. but then, I had a truckload of brothers, one of my own and others being cousins. I remember my summer holidays at my ammoomma's (grandma's) household. I'll be the only girl, and I'd have 9 brothers to play with. so in my childhood i grew up playing cricket (which are again of 3 types), football, badminton and other games belonging to that category. And there used to be a special game, with me against them. maybe it can be named now as teasing the sister.Back then, I used to cry at everything, low marks (even now), cut, scrapes, when someone says something I don't like, everything! But now, I'd like to believe that I've changed, a bit. my brothers paid a huge role in this development.They'd sit around me and start teasing me about one thing or the other, one would start and the baton gets passed and anyone with nothing else to do can join in. Initially, I cried at everything, but later on I learned to laugh with them and cry less.I'd be always thankful for those summers, because I have no idea as to how else I'd be anywhere today.
I've always been papa's favorite, to such an extend that if anybody need anything to be done by him,
they'd ask me to tell him, even today. I have special sensors which can tune his mood accurately. He's single-handedly responsible for spoiling me thoroughly.
Amma is a teacher. So, she is as expected, strict, responsible and a no nonsense person. But beneath all that she's a kindred spirit.
I grew up with this lot, and you can blame(or in some rare cases, praise; or remain unbiased) them for what i am today. but frankly, I don't think I can get any better lot to be with. Usually, I don't get to stay with other people, but when I did, I hated it outright, and couldn't wait to get back home!
Home is a lovely place to be, provided you don't stay for more than two weeks a stretch, it gets on to the nerves ;)
Then again, there won't be any other place in the world you'll be happy to be alone, because, at the end of the day, you'll know that everyone will be back, no matter how late.
Growing up with a brother is something my best friends have always wanted (most of them have elder sisters). To me, well it was survival. I used to be the girl who tells on her brother. I can still remember the immense satisfaction i used to get,when i catch my bro doing something he shouldn't be doing, telling amma,and seeing the result! (but then, i always had to pay for those, brothers always have much more strength! Always!!). So i dropped that practice too. but then, I had a truckload of brothers, one of my own and others being cousins. I remember my summer holidays at my ammoomma's (grandma's) household. I'll be the only girl, and I'd have 9 brothers to play with. so in my childhood i grew up playing cricket (which are again of 3 types), football, badminton and other games belonging to that category. And there used to be a special game, with me against them. maybe it can be named now as teasing the sister.Back then, I used to cry at everything, low marks (even now), cut, scrapes, when someone says something I don't like, everything! But now, I'd like to believe that I've changed, a bit. my brothers paid a huge role in this development.They'd sit around me and start teasing me about one thing or the other, one would start and the baton gets passed and anyone with nothing else to do can join in. Initially, I cried at everything, but later on I learned to laugh with them and cry less.I'd be always thankful for those summers, because I have no idea as to how else I'd be anywhere today.
I've always been papa's favorite, to such an extend that if anybody need anything to be done by him,
they'd ask me to tell him, even today. I have special sensors which can tune his mood accurately. He's single-handedly responsible for spoiling me thoroughly.
Amma is a teacher. So, she is as expected, strict, responsible and a no nonsense person. But beneath all that she's a kindred spirit.
I grew up with this lot, and you can blame(or in some rare cases, praise; or remain unbiased) them for what i am today. but frankly, I don't think I can get any better lot to be with. Usually, I don't get to stay with other people, but when I did, I hated it outright, and couldn't wait to get back home!
Home is a lovely place to be, provided you don't stay for more than two weeks a stretch, it gets on to the nerves ;)
Then again, there won't be any other place in the world you'll be happy to be alone, because, at the end of the day, you'll know that everyone will be back, no matter how late.
