Siddharth Parmar, my son, blogs at Musings of a Bookworm. He is an avid reader who reads Chemistry encyclopedias in the same vein as he does his Asterix and Tintin comics. He also loves playing Football, cricket and Table Tennis. He is a quizzing enthusiast as well. I take a lot of pride in how he is turning out to be an intelligent, sensitive and mature young man and especially because he takes after so many of my own passions. Yeah, yeah, I crib a lot about him and my other son in my posts. That just shows that we are a normal family with fights, yelling and differences of opinions. It is with great pleasure that I welcome him in my space with a post very close to his heart. Do show him some love…
Well, I was about 3 years old when I started asking mom for a sister (I was envious of my friends). Then finally after loads of pestering she told me that I would have a sibling. Fast forward to 2006 and finally my brother was born.
When he came home, he looked so cute, and all my friends used to come to see him. His crying at night was a not-so-much problem for me, as I do not wake up easily. Though I was happy I was also jealous of all the attention he got.
Slowly he grew and started crawling all over the house. I would try to play with him and always asked to carry him. Finally he started walking and talking. Now he was about 2 years old, and I loved playing with him but at the same time I also started feeling upset that no one really gave me much attention, and he was getting pampered.
Then as he grew more, I taught him to play some things with me. Then he joined school, woke up with me in the morning, I accompanied him to his class. That was also the time when he was 3 or 4 years, and we fought a lot which was natural. No matter how much he hit me, it always seemed like I was the one getting all the scolding, and he almost never got scolded in my point of view.
This was also the time when I used to have many tantrums that everyone was always talking and playing with him and it felt like no one really played with me or did fun things with me. That phase was the most difficult for me.
Then he grew and became taller, faster and better while playing with me. He slowly learnt football and some other sports. He then reached 1st standard. Now at the age of seven, he plays with all my friends, competes with me in everything, listens to all my random ramblings and stands up to any person who hits me (After all by his logic, he should be the only one to hit me).
When it comes to video games, he is almost at my level and in some games even better than me. He quickly learns the controls of the game and soon is posting high scores. Well he just loves to discuss one game that he plays a lot: Clash of Clans. He keeps talking about the game to everyone in the family and reserves a lot of questions for me.
He likes going to our terrace garden and helping out dad in his gardening. He knows so much about dad’s garden that when dad is out of town, he is the go-to person about the garden. He is also super curious and picks up many things.
He can also be a huge pain. He loves asking questions. It is a bad quality when watching a film or program; he just keeps asking questions at strategic times like important dialogs. In fact, according to me, he is the deadliest weapon to unleash on someone watching a movie.
He also fights a lot and in the end I always get the “You are the elder and more mature one and you should control your strength” lecture. Waking him up is a pain for me. When it is time to play, and I go to wake him up; he gets cranky. He has Jackie Chan reflexes and performs his very own sleepy martial arts on me. He gets super cranky after that.
Now when I look back, no matter how much we fought, I am not sure what I would I have done without my brother. Yes, it was not always good, and there were many bad moments but still living all those years without him seems impossible. I am looking forward to many more experiences in this journey.
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