Monday, August 22, 2005

'Blood is thicker than water'...She said..


Dear Sis,
It's been a month since you left home & settled in a new city. It's hard to imagine my kid sister living on her own, away from her doting parents & a sister who never got tired of mollycoddling her. Maybe it's our fault that we have always treated you like a fragile porcelain doll & sheltered you from every difficulty. Like a delicate piece of crystal ware nestled protectively in cotton wool-we’ve handled you with the utmost care.And now, unprepared we let you stray into a ruthless world that is not known to have a soft corner for delicate darlings.
It must have been a nasty shock to you when your professor scolded you , for baby, you are not used to being spoken harshly to.
Shielded by us, from the rotten eggs that abound in this world & now standing all alone ,unless you learn to live by your wits you'll be devoured by the ravenous wolves-I feel scared, helpless....stranded in a different city. Damn these STD calls,I can't even wipe away those hot tears when you narrate how the senior boys from the boys hostel harass you,make your life unbearable by threatening you with dire consequences when you refuse to become their girl while fever rages through your body coz you are not used to bathing in cold water & your legs are about to give way coz u’ve never stood for 6 long hours & worked in a laboratory.

And It tore my heart when I heard you burnt your hands in that workshop of yours & bruised it as well while beating the metals into shape & were unable to pick up a pen to jot down notes, the next day in class.
It's hard to believe our little one who would have the whole family fuss over her due to a minor cut & be taken out for an ice-cream-has no one to tend to her bruises.
And baby,do you know,how furious I was when I heard the boys in your batch made fun of the bolts that you created after four hours of sweat & hardwork and how lonely you felt being the only girl in that batch.
Mom could hardly recognize you when you came home for the weekend-dark circles,insect bites all over your face,thin as a reed but you made light of the situation and said-‘Atleast, I’ll not have suitors troubling me again’.

I am amazed at your indomitable spirit which remains unfazed by the incessant power cuts in your hostel, irritating roommates who keep you awake all night with their lovey dovey talks to their boyfriends over the phone & the way you ignore the leering looks of the boys & quietly swallow the indignities in the name of ragging.
Engineering colleges were always infamous for their ragging excesses but what horrified me the most,is the way 'strange' women with scarlet lipstick & rouge standing prominently on their cheeks are ushered into the boys hostel in the nights, not to mention the innumerable parlours overflowing with pornographic flicks that flourish near the campus. And professors who are equally notorious.
Sometimes I wonder where is our generation headed....

But did I tell you sis, you've made us proud-the way you deal with the tricky situations that life throws up, with a grace & dignity that is surprising at a tender age of seventeen.
Yeah,yeah,I know you'll be rolling your eyes when I say you are at a tender age.And yeah, according to you-I am too old at twenty two!
And did I tell you,I was bowled over...the way you manage finances & imagine! there was a time when you thought demand drafts were meant to be purchased from banks for Rs 100.
I know you are miserable staying in a campus cut off from the pulsating city, & instead there are the druglords & their band of thugs who thrive & where girls getting kidnapped are a common affair and yet you pretend to be comfortably settled coz you don't want dad to worry about you, you don’t want to add to his already tension filled life.
And I listen helplessly to your carefully manipulated joyous voice as you tell me about the amazing placements, the top notch companies like Wipro,TCS,Oracle that visit your campus every year & how you are ready to compromise on the comforts of life to stand on your two feet and ease off dad’s financial burden.

Kiddo,did I ever tell you that you are One brave woman....
And don't you feel blue dear,not just mom,dad & me...but even Fluff is there right behind you in times like these.
Remember,it's only one's family that remains stead fast by one's side when one runs into a rough patch. While the fake boyfriends are happy doing the disappearing act, & reappear when all is fine & the coast clear. Is it coz blood is thicker than water?
Anyway, fluff refused the juicy bone mom offered her,know why?

PS-Mom misses both of us,but she misses you more- for you are the baby of the family & shall always remain one & yes, fluff misses you too.

Take care
Your sis.

17 comments:

Anonymous said...

I wish my sis writes to me too..even if its just a word..just a line..i wish she writes something for me

Anonymous said...

lets the bird fly ...
she will learn to fight vultures
she will get use to herself
she will read few pages of life

Tabula_Rasa said...

He->It pains me whenever i see her in pain.
But,i know she'll learn, learn to tackle the wolves,take the world face on... after falling down & bruising herself a couple of times.And i'll make sure im there by her side,even if itz a simple phone call,to assure her....that she is loved.
But why tell this to a person who has always abandoned others,deserted them.....

Tabula_Rasa said...

Sen->So da engineering courses manage to extract an ounce or two of blood from nearly all da engineers.Hmmm...
Fluff's a spitz.I'll put up her snap in a blogpost soon...do i hear an eager woof from ur side?After all, they are so like u;-)

Akhil->I never had a bro...want me to write u letters?

Anonymous said...

I am beginning to like this story...I kinda relate to it..perhaps it's the future..perhaps the past...

Tabula_Rasa said...

Calvin->There are a no. of stories enmeshed together in this blog,wonder which story u are referring to....lemme know.
BTW,i cudnt come up wid a different place where we can talk...given da fact,that u hav an aversion to chatterboxes,what else..hmm?emails?

Anonymous said...

a chatterbox is fine...im referring to the story about him and her..enmeshed in this blog..and then some more...

Tabula_Rasa said...

Calvin->Most of it is The Past & even i don't know what the future holds.
U say,u can relate to it...wonder when i'll get to hear about your Her...wonder where She is right now...

Anonymous said...

She is right where she was and so am I...Only the time has moved on...A miracle turned into a jest of reality...

Tabula_Rasa said...

Calvin->So, it is a happily ever after , together...for both of u?

Anonymous said...

of course not..din't i say 'was'...

Tabula_Rasa said...

Calvin->Then who replies to those comments on ur blog as Her?Even the latest blogpost has a reply by a Her...im confused!

Anonymous said...

well, she is there...as her..in her place...and yeah she comments...there are some things that can remain..like tellng stories together..even if apart..

Tabula_Rasa said...

Calvin->Oh!i don't believe this...itz like watching ur own life unfold in front of u...only the players are different.
Is that why u say u relate so well with way both He & i write...apart from each other...not in touch anymore-no calls,no sms,no emails except for the blog.And probably shall never be together...

Anonymous said...

probably...

Anonymous said...

and it's not just about two people..it's bout four...me and her, her and him and the two of us...

Tabula_Rasa said...

Kunal->U do have a tendency to turn me giddy...lemme count,u & her,her & him....thatz three of u...what about da fourth?
And who are u alluding to...by ur statement the "two of us"...?