Sweet Somethingz

Brothers! There aren't enough words in dictionary to describe them. They will be your best friend and also your worst enemies, and that's exactly what makes them so special.

I too am blessed with one such creature in my life.

Being 9 years older than me, he's more of a father figure than just a brother to me. He's stood by me during my worst times, and also ensured that I got into trouble for something he did. We fight, we crib, we pull each others hair out, but, we also laugh together, enjoy together and have the best of times.

I cannot jot down every memory that we have shared, because there are just one too many, but I can say, that in all of the memories that I have, you've been a hero to me, a role model and an inspiration.

My brother is one person who would let me take my own path so that I can discover myself, but also ensures to stay right by my side wherever I go so that in case I ever trip, he can hold my hand, pull me up on my feet, and ask me to walk again. It's an honor to have been blessed with such a wonderful brother - #MySiblingRocks

Dear Brother of mine, I might fight with you, get angry on you, tell on you to our parents, irritate you to the core, and say all rude words to you, but the truth is, I love you as much as you love me, and my only wish is to see you happy forever, because if there is anyone on this Earth who deserves all the happiness, it is you. You are a gem of a person. You have a been a wonderful son - to our parents, a protective brother - to me, a sweet friend- to all your friends, an extraordinary husband - to my bhabhi, and now, the most amazing Father- to my little niece.

We are all lucky to have you in our life, and I'm pretty sure everyone in our house agrees to that. Thank you, for all that you have done, for all that you have shown and for all that you have protected us from. We owe a lot to you, and this year on Rakshabandhan, I wish that that sweet smile on your face shall never fade, and that all your dreams and wishes come true. I love you Anna.

 I would like to say my heartfelt thanks to http://www.igp.com/ (Portal) for giving bloggers this wonderful opportunity to share their sibling story with the world.

Sometimes, the most memorable day of our life usually turns out to be a very simple one.

It was just another random morning, the only difference was that the Best Friend of my life was next to me, throughout the whole day instead of being miles away. It started out as a very lazy day, where we both pretty much walked around the house like zombies trying to finish our morning chores. 

It was no special day, or even an holiday for that matter. Thirteenth of March, 2015, the day I bunked my classes so that I could stay at home and enjoy a day with my best friend instead of going to classes. With a bruised knee and strict mom at hand, it was decided that staying at the house way a better option than to roam around the streets.

So, after not giving much thought about what we had to do, we sat down on the couch and then the time flew so fast, that it was decided by default that we'd be couch potatoes for the rest of the day. As we sat on the couch with TV running in the background, we talked and talked, and then talked some more, about everything and then nothing. We had serious political discussions, we reviewed movies just by viewing the trailers, we cracked very very poor jokes, we laughed on those jokes till our stomachs hurt and eyes filled with tears from all the laughing, And then we cracked more jokes. 

After days of spending my time at home, all by myself, being totally bored, as I was to be getting bed rest, this day was better than any walk in the park or a day at an amusement park for that matter. After spending hours on that couch with her, I realized that, sometimes, it is not about where we are, or what we are doing, it is about the person we are with, cause they will ensure you have the same atmosphere around you no matter where you are. 

She's always been an inspiration to me ever since I met her, and that day was more than inspirational. Not only did I learn a lot about various stuff that goes on, but I also enjoyed a lot, and didn't get bored even for a second. For someone who had lost hopes of having fun, who thought that her bruised knee would ruin every chance that she'd get, this day was definitely a sunshine through a dark room. She gave me hope, hope to look up and understand that there is indeed a lot that I can do and that I shouldn't give up hopes, on anything, no matter what.

I've told you this a lot of times, but let me tell it again, Thank you, Thank you so much for traveling all the way over just so that you could cheer me up and spend some time with me. It means a lot, and it was, indeed, one of the best days of my life.

Lastly, I'd like to thank Housing, for giving us this wonderful chance of sharing our most memorable day. Thank you so much.

When the Summer is stolen away from heavy rains, it is only common to expect our Indians roads to be slippery and filled with water. 

Laughter could be heard throughout the house! Nitisha, who had just reached her house after a tiring day at office, rushed in to meet her little niece. Little Ari, was dancing in the middle of the hall, to a tune of her own, making everyone laugh and laughing herself. At once, all the tiredness and the frustration of work was out of Nitisha's mind as she saw her tiny tot enjoying. She kept her bag aside and joined Ari with her crazy dance, which made Ari laugh even more.

They danced, they played, they ran about the house making everyone move out of their way. By the time the night fell, everyone in the house were tired of running behind Ari, who had more enthusiasm than all of them compared. She had everyone catching their breaths as she ran around some more. It was a huge task putting her to sleep in the night. She was always so energetic, she would never get tired, and to put her to bed, the whole family had to sing, read her a book, pat her and fall asleep themselves, but still she wouldn't have slept. With a huge difficulty, they put Ari to bed that day, and with a smile on their faces went to sleep themselves.

The next day dawned too soon. Everyone woke up lazily, tired out after a great night. As one by one got ready and left for their daily work, they kissed little Ari, already waiting for the evening to come so that they can play with her again. But little did people know that she was not well. Ari had caught fever in the night, and had suffered the whole morning. Unable to explain what was happening, she could do nothing but cry and cry some more. By the time the evening came, and everyone returned, they were expecting another grand jovial welcome, but little Ari was sitting in the hall, and her cries were echoing through the house. 

The happiness left from everyone's face as they rushed to fuss about her. They tried to play with her, dance with her, but that day she was so tired. Nothing was able to cheer her up, and everyone's face fell. The doctor who had treated her had told that she would be fine within the night, and everyone was anxiously waiting for that time to come. The whole house was silent, there was no running around, no talking, no laughter, no shouting. It was as if there was nobody there. All of them were down in the dumps as they waited patiently for their little darling to get well. That night no one could go to sleep properly, as they were so worried. And unlike that day, the next morning took its own time to come.

But they had a surprise! In the early hours of morning a sweet, naughty laugh was heard in the house, which woke everyone up with a start. Little Ari had woken up, and she was fine. At once, everyone's face had a smile on it. The burden on their heads had been lifted as Ari jumped around and made them all play with her. It was as if, everyone had forgotten that they had a job to attend to and they all spent the day, playing with their little Angel.

A happy baby, certainly means a happy home!

Thank you Dabur Chyawanprash for giving us a chance to share our experience.

  Let me rest in your arms,
Because there is no other place.
Where I fit perfectly,
and Where I find Solace.

Let me hold your hand,
As we travel around,
Because there is no place safe,
No hands more bound.

Let me look into your eyes,
And see all the love you have for me.
I can't wait for the day,
When you and I become We.

Let me love you with all I have,
Because love is all I can offer you.
I will love you with all my heart and soul,
With all the love that is due.

Our whole universe was in a hot dense state, Then nearly 14Billion years ago expansion started, Wait!

It was a very tiring day as I spent the most of it being upset with the people around me. Sometimes it just feels like all of them are irresponsible and are born just to make your day bad. It was one of those days where I felt like it. So, I threw my bag at home, grabbed the keys of my Safari Storme and left to go on a long journey all by myself.

I put in a pen drive with all my favorite songs, and the day started to get better as I left. Thankfully the roads were pretty empty today, I wonder why though, as it was a weekday. But then nothing could bother me, so I went on, with high speed, racing against myself and the time. It was like a drive of my life.

And to say that it wasn't true would be the biggest lie of my life. Because I don't know how it happened or when it happened, or if it had always been the same but I just that I realized it then, everything was same, and yet everything was different.

I stopped my vehicle at once and got out. I saw my mom, right there, sitting in the verandah of a huge bungalow shouting at my brother for something he did. I was dumbstruck. What was going on? Firstly, my mother in a Bungalow? We live in a normal house, not too huge or too small, where did a Bungalow come from? And most importantly, she is scolding my brother? My MOTHER is scolding my BROTHER? That's impossible! Something is not right. I pinched myself and I winced at the pain it caused! I wasn't dreaming. So what was going on?

I moved a bit ahead to see a film star living right next to our so-called Bungalow. My jaw dropped! This definitely had to be a dream. I continued to move, and I was awestruck by everything I was seeing. This seemed like a different place, one that cannot exist, but yet it did, right in front of my eyes. It was all happening right there. But how?

I was so busy fighting with my consciousness as to whether this is true or not, that I didn't notice a man standing right behind me. Suddenly, I felt a prick at the back of my head as if someone was watching me and I turned around to see, that I was indeed being watched. That man looked eerily calm, which kind of scared me, yet I asked him the first thing that came to my mind, "What is this?".

 

He looked at me as he smiled and countered, "What is what?"

"This! This whole thing. This isn't real."

"Are you sure about that?", he seemed amused by my question.

 

I was getting really tired of this whole thing by now. Yes, it was cool the first time I saw it, but few things tend to bore you real soon.

"Look Mr, I don't know who you are, but I know this for sure, this is not the life that I live in. Look at everything here, it seems peaceful, like everyone just had a huge dose of happiness. And there are celebrities living right next door to my parents, and wait! What are my parents doing in a Bungalow. Last time I checked, we didn't have one. So, what is all this? Is it some kind of fantasy thing you are doing? Are you a magician?"

 

He smiled at me again, which pissed me off badly, but finally he spoke something useful, "You think this is a fantasy? A fiction?", he asked. I nodded, what else could it be? "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you my dear, but it certainly isn't any dream or fantasy. It is as real as it could be."

"B..B...Bu..But", I stammer. I'm losing my words.

 

He puts his hand on my shoulders, it was soothing, just like when a father calms down his daughter. I certainly felt calm. "If you believe in it, it is real. If you don't believe in it, it isn't. It is as simple as that. Everyone you see here is real, everything that is happening here is real, and all of this", he points at everything, "is real. The only thing is that even though its all same, it is very different from the world YOU exist in."

I think about what he just told me.  As much as it makes sense, it doesn't. This man, who I don't even know, just told me that the place that I currently was in, was a parallel universe. 'Is that even possible?' I wonder.

"So, everything we dream of being in our world, we just get to live it here?" I asked, very curious. He chuckled at my question as if I was a kid who asked a silly question.

"Yes and No. This world, isn't much different from yours. You live there, and you live here. Simultaneously. You die there, you die here. Its like you are in 2 different places at once. And in both the places you are living the life opposite to the other. Its a Parallel Universe."

 

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 "So, if I am fighting with someone in my universe, then it means I am being friendly here with that person?" He doesn't reply but starts to walk. I stand still at my place, my thoughts racing faster than my car could ever go. Finally, I come back down to earth, or whatever the place I was in and run to catch up with the man.

"Okay! I believe you, I believe this. But, can I ask you one thing? If all this is true, everything in here, then why haven't I seen myself yet? I am not from this universe, I belong in the other one, that means there should be a replica of me here, shouldn't it?"

He turned to look at me, his eyes glinting, as if he was waiting for me to ask this question. Without any further ado, he pointed to someone, "That's you", he said, and started pointing to all the other people there repeating the same thing, "That's you, That's you, That's you."

I felt like this could go on forever, so I cut him short, "What do you mean? That is not me, THIS is me", I pointed to myself. 

 

He smiled and said, "Yes, THIS is you, but so is that, and that and everyone else in here. You are the person who are talking to me now, and you are also that baby who is that lady's lap, and also that old man who is trying to walk without his walking stick, you are also that little girl who is crying over her broken toys, and also that teenage boy who is angry that his girlfriend left him. Every single person here is you, and You are the every single person here."

He continued, "Just like this parallel universe existing at one time, you are a parallel person, existing in many ways in just one time. You see, there is only ONE person in this whole world, and that is You. Everyone else here is just a part of you, they are living in a parallel life to you, in a parallel way and in a parallel world. At one place you are just being born, while at the same time in another place you are dying. Its all you. You don't die, its just a part of you which does. Once the journey of that part is over, it ceases to exist. So, if you are complaining about your best friend hurting you, it is in fact, you hurting yourself. So you see, its all you. Even me, I am a part of you, just living in a different world in a different way."

I finally understood it all. There are no different people, its just one person and a million parts of him, living at once in a different style. The creator of the world, created just one form, making sure it lived again and again, never getting to die. And in that moment, I understood how the world worked.

I got back into my car, smiling the whole time, started my engine and drove for a few minutes, until I came back to my so-called universe. I parked the car, walked into my house, shut the door and ran to my mom's room and crawled into the bed next to her, cuddling her as I fell asleep. 

I was just hugging myself! And yet, I was hugging my Mother!

 |ALL WAS WELL|

Thank you IndiBlogger and Tata Safari for bringing forth such wonderful contest, making the writers to come up with something really creative. I love this opportunity you have presented me with. My love for Indi will never fade <3 neither will my respect for Tata.

Now, you might all wonder why I wrote about them? The guys in my life? Its just because all these 10 of them have stood up for me. These guys are not just some random guys but are heroes in my life. Super Heroes who deserves the title of a Soldier.

 
They taught me to live my life, to stand up on my own legs, to learn to not care about people who doesn't care about you, to stand up for my rights, to enjoy and cherish the little time that we get on earth. On this day, I want to thank you all, for being there for me. For standing up to me. To be there when no one else was, and someone making me the person I am today. I would never have forgotten all those hardships if not for you people in my life.

Hats off to all of you, because I know that you don't stand up only for me, but also for all the girls in your life. Thank you dear soldiers, you all are angels to me in my life.

This post is a part of #Soldierforwomen in association with BlogAdda.com

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When BlogAdda came out with this topic I wondered what to write, I mean I have never been in a position where I needed someone to stand up for me. If anything, I usually stand up for myself. So, I got to thinking, and after thinking for a long time I finally understood what this topic was about and what I had to write.

I don't need a situation to figure out who will stand up for me if I ever need help. I know for sure who will always be my side, no matter what. My brother! He will not only stand beside me all the time, but up to me whenever in need.

I remember the games we used to play when we were little. At that time Super Heroes Cartoons were at a large and we always used to act like we had super powers and we were some of the super heroes.
It used to be something like, I would be captured by an evil Villain who plans to threaten my family with it, but my brother who had super powers would try to save me. He would jump over the volcanoes (Sofa sets in the living room) and destroy the minions of the Villains and then the Villain himself (Pillows). After that, he used to take me back home making sure no one would dare to hurt me again. 

It was always the same thing. Me being a Damsel in distress and my Brother my Super Hero.

And I wonder now, wouldn't he really do it if I needed his help? He obviously would. Because I am his little sweetheart and he won't let anyone hurt me. He would stand up for me no matter who he has to face. I can say that without any doubt in my mind. 
At that time he pretended to be a superhero, but I guess he always remained a Super Hero to me, superpowers or not!

I am pretty sure that my Brother will not only stand up to me, but any girl for that matter if she needs a help, because he is such a gentleman. 
Its true that a girl doesn't necessarily require someone to stand up for her. But neither will all guys stand up to a girl. Only few do. And those few deserved to be called as HEROES!
And my brother belongs to one of those Heroes <3. I love you dear brother, my superhero.

Me & My Superhero

The spring had just begun,

And it was a beautiful day.

But there was no one there,

Just an empty pathway.

I decided to take a walk,

And went out to face the sun, bright,

But darkness erupted everywhere,

Consuming the light.

Wanting to forget everything,

I roamed around without fear.

But the sadness wasn't going to leave me,

And I felt my eyes fill with tear.         

I hushed them right away,

And tried to give a smile.

But little did I know that,

Its been a long while.

He was my happiness,

My love and my desire.

But now he's gone away,

And left me burning like fire.

Do you see me now?

Are you happy that I'm hurt?

I have no one to share this pain with,

No friend to let it blurt.

Please come back,

And tell me everything will be fine.

Because you are not a stranger,

But someone I'd like to call Mine.

I'll be waiting for you,

Because you are all I need.

Come back and wipe this tears,

Which from my eyes bleed.