WA-HAT??

"WHAT..??? How could YOU say that..? It was YOU.. not Sandeep annu.. You were the One.. I know coz i was there.. My bro was not even around.. How can you lie..? How can you lie Manju [Manjanna]????"
What led to this outburst from me??? Well lets rewind a bit..

Manjanna is staying with us for a few days.. and already 2 days have passed.Me bros been showing off since. well not required really coz otherwise too he is just like that.. oedering me around.. and kicking me.. and making me look like a fool... ok.. like the fool i was..
Amma was going out that day.. she already had a list of chores ready for US to do..
Us of course meant me n bro.. but i dont know why or how but I ended up doing everything by myself everytime.
So that way amma left giving us numerous orders among which was the Bottle filling job.
Filling bottles with boiled and cooled water to chill in the fridge was a tedious job fer me.. i was too small to use any big vessels so i had to make do with small tumblers or cups.. And i dont know how it was for my bro coz hey.. hes never done that.
We lazed around a bit.. played around.. bro, manjanna and me. n then settled down in front of the TV. Then i remembered the water filling.. and asked bro to come help me do it. U fill half the bottles.. me fill half..
But nope.. he dint budge. He had turned deaf miraculously at that moment.
Nice kid Manjanna got up to help.. I washed all the bottles and kept them in a line all ready.. but surely i cant make him work.. he is a guest after all... So i get myself a tumbler and start with the job.. And Manjanna goes.. 'why do u do it this way.. lemme help you.' and picks up the big vessel with the water and starts pouring it directly into the bottles..
Wow.. Macho.. Sorry boss, i cant pick that one up.. and thats why i settle for this.
He finished all bottles in about 6 mins and we are free..
Yipeeeee.......!!!
see my bro could do the same and help me through.. but.. huh..!!!

In the evening, we are all sitting down for dinner and Ma goes.. who filled the bottles today????
I look at Manjanna.. he looks at me.. we smile at each other..
wow.. annu is gonna get it....
I open my mouth..but Manju cuts me short and goes....
""SANDEEP DID..""

Wha....???????????

HA-HA

Kids run.. fall down... get hurt...
Ok ok.. that happened to me too.. thats why all that intro..
So let me just get to the point.. I had fallen down once and had wounded my knee.. a wound that kept opening again and again coz of a lot of other various accidents... The scar still shines on my left knee... Blink blink it goes...

So.. ya back to the story... I had once fallen down and wounded my knee.. and it hurt like hell... damn hell... and then as it had dried up i fell down again and hurt the same place.. and again one day when it had almost healed i scratched it against my rough sheet and it opened again.. OOwwwwwww........
And so on and so on i went on hurting myself at the same place again and again.. after about the sixth time i started taking extra care and under my strict vigilence my ripe round wound started healing.. slowly but steadily..
Ya u guessed it right.. todays blog is about the seventh time...
We were at ma grandmas place... and it was coconut plucking day.. there were about 100s of coconut lying in the grounds that we were gathering around..
As always we were having damn fun picking up coconuts and throwing it up at the already collected stack from farther and farther..
and after the work we get tender coconut treats..
So me and bro were at the work.. me limping coz i couldnt [well wouldnt] even bend my knee properly as it pulled and hurt..
and as it all neared the end i stopped doing my bit and started my fav job of ordering me bro round.. and as always that got us into a fight.. Me screaming at bro from the balcony and he shouting back from the grounds..
Suddenly he lost temper and threw a coconut stalk..[i dont know what it is called.. but i meant that branch kinda thing with a lot of stalks on which coconuts ang themselves..] at me.. well not exactly at me.. he just threw it my side in anger and it flew across the yard and grazed .. right again... grazed my almost healing knee..
And Voila... there it bleeds again.. great.. it hurts like hell again.. like last time and the time before that and before that and before that...and so on..
My mama took one look at it and tired of the same scene over and over again.. told my bro to take me to the clinic near by and dress the wound.. enough of neospirin and dettol..
So we set out.. got there.. me feeling elated even with all the pain.. i m gonna have a bad looking white band-aid bump on my knee.. ooohhh.. everybody is gonna ask me bout it.. what would the kids from school say.. wow..
and through my tears i was giving interviews of how i went through the pain and what was my experience..
God i dint know what dressing was.. all i knew was it meant applying medicine and tying it up..
The doc sat me on the consulting bed.. and her assistant came in with cotton and tape and some kind of a liquid in a small bottle..
Ok .. its gonna be a liquid.. the better.. it would be soothing..

She looked at my bro.. he looked back.. then both of them looked at me while she took a generous amount of the liquid onto the cotton.. i looked at them.. why were they acting weird????
Then she smiled at me.. i smiled back.. and she dabbed the cotton at my knee quite suddenly..
Ooooowwwwwwwwwww...... a sudden stinging pain went through me... up to my head...
OH MY GOD... its like a 1000 needles being poked into my wound.. and i scream.. loud...
and.. whats that happening at the other end of the room???
I cant believe this.. My loving bro is laughing... LAUGHING.. his head off... WA-HAT????
How could he..? His laugh rang throughout the room..."Ha Ha Haaaaa.."..... his head thrown back clutching his stomach...
and i was still screaming...
The lady just went on saying.. 'nothing beta, nothing..' as if..
I couldnt even see properly even though the work was going on on my knee..

The wound stopped opening with weird accidents after the 8 or 9th time.. now only the scar is left...
But my bros laugh still echoes in my ears... He had the best laugh always.....

Cricket again..

Let me continue with Cricket...
We used to carry cricket to our Grandmas place too.. and play at honnis..
Everybody around used to gather there.. Rajannu, Bubbinnu, Jithannu, Manjanna, Vidya honni, Appapa.. and everybody interested... and it used to be a beeeeg event..
We used to fit ourselves in Honnis Garden.. and play One days, tests, 10 Tens [as in 20 twenty now] and etc etc...
It used to be great fun especially when everybody was in mood..

One such day we had all gathered to play in the morning at around 11.. My vision of the game doesnt show clearly who all were present.. but i m sure there was Bubbynnu, me bro, Manjanna tooo and Vidyahonni at the sidelines.. and of course the star of the show Me.
So we start palying... batting balling as per list drawn.. someones the wicket keeper.... i dont remember.. all others spread out across the garden at places favoured.. Me near me bro.. on his right side... and the batsmans left..
Lemme tell you.. the garden is placed such a way that the batsman has only one choice to hit the ball towards the left.. his right is covered with overgrown bushes.. and me granmas yard beyond.
So the game begins.. it goes on for a while... great game.. we are tiring under the hot midday sun..
Then manjannas turn to bat comes.. me bros balling.... 2 good players.. pressure is building...
OK.. me bro balls... be ready fielders.. I follow the ball... have to keep an eye on it.. manjanna raises his bat.. and 'THUD' goes the hit.. the ball raises itself.. about my height..
Oh.. its flying... uh-oh towards me... i see it... a bright yellow tennis ball... its coming... oh its aiming itself at me..
Oh what do i do.. oh no.. what am i supposed to do...
There it is halfway now.. Still yellow... and its coming fast.. but i can see it as in slow motion... an action replay unfolding in front of me..
Zooming full speed towards its aim in determination.. I still have my eyes on it... Its close.. its closer.. my eyes are gathered at my nose bridge... i see the Bright Yellow one last time and then
"WHAM..!!!!!"
zzzzzip...... BLANK.....






Well am the one blogging so you know nothing much happened.. the ball struck me right in the middle of my forehead.. and everything went blank for sometime.. but after a couple of ice packs.. i could see through the stars twinkling in front of my eyes.. and hear through the bells ringing in my ears... By evening i was fine and up for more except for the bruise up there like a headlight burning black...

Game of Cricket.

Cricket was my Passion when i was a kid.. well it was me bro's... so i kinda dint know of anything else..
We used to play a lot of galli cricket.... in every galli where we could gather friends..
I used to trail behind me bro too when he used to go to his inumerable friends and join them on my bros care of...
I remember going to a lane beyond ours cutting through some houses built in between and squeezing through wedges at the end of our lane.. and there used to gather a gang of my bros friends.. Nithin, Jithin, Gill, Gomez, Ranjith chettan.. sorry if i ve laft anyone out.. my bro and me...
Oooohhhhh...... cricket.. me me me... pick me...
well always the last one to be picked.. it never killed my enthusiasm...
So do i get to bat first???
Nope.. fielding is very important.. you must field..
Oooooooh.. important?.. i like that... so me be a gully??
No no... we need you at the boundary.. that is very very important..
Ooh.. cool.. boundary.. so i get to stop all the fours and maybe catch a prospective six.. super cool.. So i stand here???
No..no.. further at the back.. you catch the ball 'when' i miss.. [pay attention to the choice of words.. its when not if.. so it is likely to happen a lot.. so i m at a very crucial position of the field. super super cool...]

I' m very excited..
we take our places.. i m at the farthest end of the lane
the game begins.. the ball would come my way any time now..
... and i wait...
and wait..
and wait.........
the guy in front of me doesnt miss much.. well ya once or twice it did..
and i also had to fetch the ball when it went out for a six and all that.. well that is a very important job too fetching the ball else how would the game continue???
and well as that doesnt happen much.. and all i do is wait.. i dont even know the scores nor whos turn it is... i m too busy waiting for the ball to come my way..
well i lose interest.... crickets not a girls game anyways...
i feel sleepy.. i feel tired... i sit down.. ok i lie down on my back staring at the sky.. wow its beautiful... and if the ball does now come my way of goes out.. let them get it themselves.. i m tired out feeling important.. well why doesnt my turn to bat come???? I could easily score some fours and a couple of sixes.. what are these guys thinking...?????
anyways this is super... i m not waiting right??
Two ladies from across the lane are watching me from their balcony.. they are smiling.. laughing.. i wave at them.. they wave back... okie.. i must be looking fun here..
and i felt so happy.. atleast now people see me.. i must do this more often..

well then i was truly and really a fool
it is now that i realize.. i might have looked a funny sight lying there in the dirt on the dirty road... and those ladies werent being friendly.. they were enjoying the funny sight..
So Great....

well my turn to bat never came.. and it took me quite some time to realize.. i was made to stand there to do the donkey work.. the boundary was way too much in front of me.. infact just behind the guy in front.. and the score was counted even if i had broken my bones to stop the ball from passing me... nice appreciation of all my hard work...
but for me this part of galli cricket was fun.. even the memory is fun.. of jumping walls..cutting across yards.. looking for the lost ball... running away from people whom we disturbed....
and most of all Waiting for the ball..

One day when i was a kid.. who dint know how to ride a bicycle... and me bro did.. and he used to take me around.. after much begging.. my parents went to Kochi leaving us back home by mistake. Me bro back from his school volunteered to take us on his cycle.. and even though we were not sure of the way we set off, he riding.. me driving pillion.
We cover some distance.. "Bro are you sure of the way??"
"Oh yes, lets carry on.. we will get their if we go straight enough.."

On and on we go, we get to a row of shops splitting up the road into 2.. joining back at the end.. we dont know this part of town...and by some fault the pillion comes loose and rides on while my bro takes the inner side of the road.. i look at him helplessly.. and he shouts dont worry we will meet at the end..
He rides on.. and my pillion carries moving itself on and on... we cant see each other.. i m scared.. and just like he said we meet at the end.. which turns out to be a bus bay.
We see buses saying Fort Kochi and jump in joy.. all we have to do is get onto one and go all the way to our place.. Yeeeaaahh..!!!!!!!!!
We climb a stalled bus.. the one to leave next and take the first seat behind the driver..
Am hungry and say so.. me bro gets me Krackjack.. we open the packet and take one each.. just as we start munching on it settling down for the long trip.. misfortune strikes and the pack falls outta my hands to the floor and the biscuits all turn powder..
I turn to me bro and look at him with my puppy dog eyes.. he is already digging into his pocket for money..
He gets down to get me a new packet of biscuit from across the road.. and just as he turns his back to me our bus starts..
I get frantic.. I wave my hands.. but no voice comes out.. he doesnt see me.. he doesnt hear me.. the bus starts to move.. i wave at the driver to stop.. and point to my bro.. but he pays no attention..
My bro turns with a pack of Krackjack and a smile.. only to find the bus moving away... and theres nothing he can do.. he cannot possibly cross the road in such short time to get to the bus..
His smile fades.. he holds up the pack and waves at me sadly...
I ve lost me bro... we will never be able to find him..

Its too heart breaking and scary......
I wake up drenched in sweat.... God..
I look around to find me bro asleep on the next bed.. Relief...
Fear.. if ever this dream was to come true.. My eyes well up in tears.. I cry.. beg to God for this to never happen.. I promise to be good.
and the whole of next week i m good to me bro.. i do everything he tells me.. i dont fight with him.. i m his dog...
i m happy my bro wasnt lost in the city..

I knew it was just a dream.. but it was the worst i've ever had.. and it had given me a lot of sleepless nights.. for weeks after and later on for days i remembered it....

I Love my Bro...

Back to US.
We shifted rooms.. from the left one to the right. New room- excitement, our own beds- over excitement.. table clothes evrything only ours.. over the top excitement...
We slept.. wow... feeling so grown up..
Middle of the night.. my eyes open.... the rooms dark... moonlight streaming in through the windows.. the papaya tree outside the window casting a very eerie shadow.... there are figures jumping on the walls...
I m not scared... I m not scared.. ok..a bit.. no a hell lot..
Oh.. i cant expect any solace from my bro sleeping on the other side of the room on his bed.. he sleeps like a log.. and has no heart for silliness like this.. I have to somehow get to my parents room... I crawl out of bed.. and slowly slink away.. reaching the door i just close my eyes... i dont even wanna see where i m going.. or whats happening outside ma room.. just wanna get to my parents.. i just run and get to them.. Comfort.. I sleep off..
Next day me bro.. 'U dint sleep in our room last night????'
That night.. We in our room.. asleep..
My eyes open.. middle of the night.. i remember the sights of the previous night... i dont wanna see them again.. i dont even wanna know if they exist today..
I crawl out of bed.. get on all fours.. have ta somehow get to the door.. i start slowly crawling towards my aim..
And from behind comes a voice, "Where are you going???"
I turn back to see a miniature version of Batman in the dark.. with the cape and all... on my bros bed..
I rewind myself.. crawl back.. get on bed.. lie down.. eyes closed..
Me bro takes off the sheet that he had draped onto his shoulders.. takes a peep at me.. settles down.
I keep rolling.. i shift sides.. i m still scared.. i cant sleep..
I ve ta get to me parents room.. I need ma MOM....
How do i get to the door....
I slowly slide off the bed.. not at all raising myself.. i drop to the floor over the edge of the bed....
I drag myself on the floor.. army style.. on my stomach.. I somehow have to get to the door.. once there i knew i can make a dash for it...
The thought made me more determined.. i gritted ma teeth and pulled meself across the floor.. without making a sound.. Oh i m almost there..... and behind me the Batman rose again.."Roopee where are you going??"
Again rewind.. i slide myself back.. the same way i had come.. on my stomach.. moving backwards.. hoping me bro had not actually seen me.. and cant see me across the floor...and slid back over the edge.. and on bed i was... eyes closed tight... not moving a twitch.. and then WHAM..!!! I was asleep...

I did get away with running to me parents room at the middle of the night for quite some time until i lost the fear..
But i still cant wipe that Batman off my memory...

Power cut way back in the 1990s was a part and parcel of lives.
We have had our fair share of cuts too. Power cuts were for families time to spend together in the light of a single candle, for students to bunk studies.. for dads freedom from some tele serial etc.. Power Cut for me was the best music teacher i ve ever had.
We lived in a lane.. a housing colony kind.. with few houses that were noisy and lively like ours.
Power cuts were when we used to all get out to enjoy the moonlight and the family opposite to ours came out too.. and we all enjoyed the gup shup. Last time i talked bout Mahesh.. this time the hero is Manoj annu.. elder bro to mahesh..
He was the singer in our lane..
very famous for his voice, p.js and his insincerity towards nythin n everything.. [no offence meant].
When power used to fail us we all used to get together under the moonlight.. me n bro on our wall.. manoj annu mahesh n etc on theirs.
and there we used to sit cracking jokes and stuff laffing away in the dark..
only our voices gave us away..
One day the singer in Manoj annu couldnt stand the quiet and there in the darkness erupted his one and ever fav song.. "Uyire... Uyiree... ennai unnodu kalanthai vidu...." and slowly joined the back ground and back up..
It was quite eerie to others..
All they could see was darkness.. nothing else moving.. and only drags of Uyire.... floating through the air..
It was one of the most fantastic times in my life... i learnt the science of sound travelling faster and longer at night..
and even now whenever theres a power failure the first thing that comes in our minds is Uyire...... though the voices have faded away.. the memory lives..

I have heard people still avoid that part of the lane after dark.. and especially during a power failure.. lest they wanna hear the song playing itself in the darkness...

Why pick on my bro all the time when I have my own stories I can say...
Like how stupid me and Mahesh my neighbour were when we were little kids of 7-8. Real cool we were. We had ideas that were out of the world. Totally out of the whole world.. like how we could clean the well by sucking water from it through a pipe creating vaccum and letting it all flow out... and then how we could dry sugarcane juice to make sugar..etc..
Ya we were kinda scientific fools..
We used to go around digging through out the yard surrounding his place looking for water. We used to make holes by rotating thin rods in the ground and used to go deep until we find water seeping in abundantly.. so and so.. the whole yard had innumerable little wells of no use. It was nearly impossible to step around the yard.
One day we in our hyper active states threw Mahesh's ball too far away.. and we dint have another at hand that was not small to be not able to catch or big to not look like little kids.. So we borrowed our other neighbour Rahul's Yellow Ball for the time being. We palyed 'catch' quite energetically.. lost to the world.. and in our half minds split the ball...
Ooops.. Rahuls gonna be so mad.. We got scared. What do we do now..??? we cant give it back to him..and not not give it back to him.. nor could we tell him we killed the Yellow Ball.
We grew frantic with every second.. and in the end decided to get rid of this ball and get one identical to it and 'return' it to Rahul. We creeped outta the gate..lest we should be spotted by him..and crawled into the next plot of land. We dug a BIG deep hole under the cashew apple tree and buried the dead Yellow Ball. We even placed a huge stone at the site to mark its burial. Payed silent homage for its peace and then Mahesh got another Yellow Ball identical to the last ball... and we had to rub it on the ground, make scratches on it.. give it old age lines.. and all that that had to be done to make it look used and blistered. We returned the Yellow Ball to Rahul.. and he never knew..
He was happy, we were happy. All settled.. nobody has to know.. Only one fear and kind of an exciting fantasy we carried with us for a long time..

'What if a tree grew out of the spot that bore Yellow Balls....?????'

Making ma Space..

My bro has always been conceited bout his physique and his being elder to me.. read power over me.. and for me it has always sucked.. Not that it isnt advantageous at times.. But he has always worked his power over me without any shame and guilt.
Like when we were kids... we shared a bed and he always made it clear that i was to fit myself in a small corner and not expect me to get my half of the bed as it is really supposed to be. I still dont know for what reason but he used to sleep diagonally across the bed leaving very little space for me.. and me never one to keep quite bout injustice used to fight with him for more space.. I used to try to push him away.. pull him away.. kick him outta my space.. but it never really worked.. but yeah it used to give me an inch more space.. yes of course sometimes i did get my full side if only for some time.. after which it was back to square one.. me huddled up bean shaped near my pillow.. I owned that place.. and me bro sprawled across the bed.
One Sunday morning.. a particularly lazy sunday morning.. i woke up quite early to find myself feeling cramped and stuck with no space to even stretch out... My sleepy anger woke up.. reached its peak.. I started pushing my bro with all the strength my adrenaline shot up through me. "Move away.. mooooovvve away.. arrrrgggghhh.....!!!!!!!!! Move....." I tried to heave him off... But my little hands could do even very little towards that case. I lost.. I moved away in a huff.. rolled over to the brink of my bed... shouting at him to go to hell and that i will do with this little piece of land...

Now what happened next comes in my bros narration..

I dint move.. I acted to be in deep sleep.. dint move a wink. She rolled to the end of the bed. I opened my eyes slowly.. a slit.. and saw her turned away from me almost hanging over the end..
I closed my eyes.. lemme get back to sleep.
"Thud.." came a noise and when i opened ma eyes.. i saw her slowly raising herself off the ground.... She had fallen off the edge.. She looked at me.. i closed ma eyes.. she thought i dint see.. and got back on bed... away from the edge this time and slept off...
It was all i could do to not laugh...... My little sisters nautanki anger..

This is how i cut my nights with him...

Beeeg beeeg Hand..

My bro is big guy..
So big that his feet sticks outta my bed....
OK..OK.. thatcs a bit of an exaggeration.. fine.
My bros a big guy now..
way back when he was not.. he was one of the most wriggly kid ever.. always doing things to annoy mama, working up all sorts of mischiefs, being and tryin ta be naughty, never doing lessons, ever playing games, ever fighting with me.... Mama used to pull out her hair when it comes to dealing with him.. well she used to pull quite some off his head too..
Well so today i reveal to the world that my mama has always been free with her hands..
To give.. be it anything.. food, clothes, shelter or lashings..
Shes had it all tried on my Bro who never learnt even though..
well it was not that bad.. but ye seen through a 7-8 year old me it was scary..
may be thats why it has left its impact on my weak memory...
k so, me n bro used to always fight.. hitting out at each other and scratching at each other.. but hey i never used to get through without crying for my bro was back then too quite strong.. His blocking with his forearm showed me stars.. even the Alpha Centuri...and few from the Andromeda up quite close..
And my mother used to save me with her usual interference..
As he grew, his bones grew in strength too.. i learnt not to mess with him.. other than through mama..
One day my mother was with bro teaching him something from his lesson..and my bro the squirmy kid that he was, was paying attention to something happening elsewhere.. way more interesting to him than his books..
and ma lost it.. she raised her hand and WHACK...!!!!!
Wow... such a resounding slap that was....
It had caught me bro unawares right on his arm..... and he was sitting there looking at mama in surprise.. no other reaction.. i was watching his face for signs of pain but there was none.. nothing.. He was just staring at mama with a weird helpless expression on his face, for she was doubled up in pain.. Her hand swollen and huge....
Thats how Mama stopped using her hands on him..
God. it came all out on me.. Run for cover.......

I Love my Mama.

Karate moves..

I ve always said me bro is a devil behind all his sweet innocent smiles.. and i still hang on to the statement.
Like that time when i was awed by my bros super image as a fighter.. and was keen on him teaching me a few defences.. And he promised to show me some cool karate moves..

He threw his arms around.. kicked a few times in the air.. and said these were the basic moves.

The most important one is...
Stand facing your opponent.
Take the first bow.. and when your opponent bows..
Run for your life.. before he straightens up.

When I bugged him for something seriously.. he said he will show me a manoeuvre which involved blinding the opponent temporarily. The enthusiastic thing tht i was went forward totally for the new move.
Me bro caught hold of my shoulders.. I closed my eyes for the fear of really getting pokes in my eyes or somtething.. and the next thing i knew was i was lying on the ground there all covered in dirt, flapping my arms around like a duck..
Open my eyes i find no one around.. I called out to me bro..
I was met with silence....

I walked insie.. all dejected and hurt and seething with anger....
and it dint help one bit to find me bro sitting at the kitchen table having hot tea and laughing away with my aunt...

Huh...!!!!
But thats how i learnt the sweeping the opponents feet off the ground move by putting your leg behind his and pulling.
And no hats off to me Bro..

Sandy

Ok so now with two friends introduced..lemme come to me Big Bro
Big Bro- Sandy
Height- About 2- 3 inches taller than me.
Weight- Surely heavier than me.
Built- Ummmmm... I dont know what to write there.. Must ask him.
Social Status- AHEM...!!!!!

I love me Bro. Like every sis wud say even when shes plotting to kill her bro.
Sibling Love- Hitting each other, kicking under the tables, slapping, pulling each others hair off, getting the other in trouble, pushing and pulling in a variety of combinations, tearing off the others homework, rolling the other in dirt, fooling the other, water/pillow/book/stick/toy/stone fights...
We ve had all that.. i ve even bitten his shoulder blue..
Yuck...
Heeeeeeeeeee.....
But i still claim to love him.
Hes the best when it comes to getting my Mob recharged... and the worst when he doesnt get me Ice Cream on his way back from work... or doesnt get outta his room... or doesnt drop me around to places i wanna go.

My fav activities involving me bro-

1. Inviting me friends over, literally kicking him outta his own room and takin over the comp [my bro got a laptop to get outta this..] messing up the place.. n leaving him outta the fun. [He cant invite his friends over for stay.. haaaaaa....]

2. Getting really yummy things to eat, finishing up my share before he comes back home and then sharing the rest with him. [Double bonanza..]

3. Screaming at him for tiny things like a misplaced hanky or sock.

4. Cleaning his room so that he can mess it up and I can scream at him and get mother to go at him too..

5. Stuffing his clothes into his cupboard so he has no choice but pull it out and let everything fall out which leaves him no choice but stuff it back.. all dirty and balled up... and then complaining bout it..

6. Cooking new dishes and stuffing them into his mouth when hes busy at the computer not giving him even a chance to think or know whats happening.

7. Fighting for the bathroom when hes in a hurry.

8. Who gets to brush first..?? Me. me.. me... Yew.. the pastes all squeezed out. Why dont u have the first go bro? [Heeeeeeeeeeeee........]

9. Gossiping bout him to mom and working her up against him.

10. Playing the innocent little kid and getting him to get my mob recharged and also get me other available offers.

11. Sneaking through his wallet for cash.

12. Picking up all the coins he leaves around his desk.. n stashing away any cash he forgets in his pant pockets.

Ooops... My list can go on.. but i cant..
Gotta go.. Must find a song to download on the pretext of which i can sit online for some more time..
Ciao..!!