I am an emotional fool.. have always been. You show me a droopy face and i would fall for your words.. and you show me a drop of tear and i would lick your boots to not see the next. Well its made me an easily manipulatable creature.. so vulnerable and am now learning to come out of it. Softies have no life..
heeeee......
Well me bro had learnt this trait of mine even long before i recognised it in me.. and well like any other fierce personality he had very well mastered the technique of using this to his advantage.
Remember bro.. how you used to make me do your stuff and chores with just a "Plz, Roopee.. plz...."? Hahhahahaaaaa...
And me the ever fool was always running around doing what he wanted just coz i couldnt stand seeing his sad and crumpled face.
Well he could and still can pull the most pathetic face that would melt me to the bones.. and make me wake up from the deepeat of my sleep to bring him a bottle of water from the kitchen.....
When we were kids.. and when he wanted me to do something for him just for the reason that he was too lazy to move.. he used to just use some crazy dialogue like.. 'its coz u dont love me na?' or 'plz roopee i m your one and only bro na..'.
Then one day came a cartoon 'The Ugly Duckling' with the most touching story ever.. and a very tragic song for when the duckling is kicked outta the family for being ugly.... I still remember the horrible song..
'Theres no one beside me, no one to guide me.. i am all on my own...... Ooooon my own.... OOOnnnn my own....'

Oh my God.....!!!! that song just killed me... the time i heard it i was just so overwhelmed with emotions.. After which i couldnt help but whimper in pain whenever i heard the song....
My saddist of a bro got hold of the sentiments i had for that song.. and for quite some time of my child years he used to sing me that song with a puppy dog look in his eyes whenever i refused to do something for him.. and yes.. the sentimental fool i was just easily slid into the trap.....

There was also another song that came up but was soon worn out because i grew outta it coz it wasnt really
sentimental. That one went 'Orions arms are wide enough to hold us both together.. although we are worlds apart.. i did cross the stars for you......'

But really the Ugly duckling song... did all that my bro wanted me to.. and even now the mere thought of it racks my nerves.... And whenever he comes up with 'Hey Roo.. listen to this.. remember having heard this?' question everytime he gets a new tone on his mobile.. my heart just clutches with fear for the thought of it being by any chance the Ugly Duckling song.....

Me bros undaunted talent..!!!

Memories are not easily dead... and memories down on paper... cannot really be killed.. of course unless you burn the paper or tear it away..
But today am gonna introduce you to my brothers talent... my brothers real cool talent..
its still alive.. hes still passionate bout it..
Songs.. my bro can pen down awesome songs..
he has ever been singing songs.. and making them up for the circumstance.. i think its really outstanding..
to first get words fit fot the situation and then fitting them into a tune and that too in less than a minute..
INCREDIBLE..!!!

I'm gonna pen down extracts from some of his old songs i stumbled upon while cleaning all the junk in his room..
These are one of a kind and cannot be found anywhere else.
They have copyrights so beware of copying them..
So i bring to you a few words of his works.... exclusive and live

1. From jungle deer's skin
a maaraar made a drum..
From jungle deer's skin
a maaraar made a drum....
When hit by stick laughs the drum
Marks of festivals on the drum.....


2. Oh crow princess
Black bride..
Where is the nest?
Your where is the nest....???

3. Ek andheri marusthal ki raah par
Tandi hawa mere baalon mein..
thodi garam colita ki khushboo..
ut rahi thi hawa mein..
upar thodi dhuuri par, maine dekha
ek chinbin roshani..
mera sir bhaari ho gaya aur aakhon ki
roshani kam ho gayi..
mujhe raath ko rukna tha.
Woh darwaze pe khadi thi
mission ki ghanti baji..
maine mujse hi socha
ye swarg hai ya narg..
usne ek mombathi jalayi
aur raastha dikhaya
corridor se awaaze aa rahi thi
maine socha woh keh rahi thi

Aiye Hotel Nai Dilli mein
aisi pyaari jagah..
aisa pyaara chehra...
bahut kamare Hotel Nai Dilli mein..
saal ke kisi bhi din aao
yahan tumhe milegaa........


4. Bhains sipahee..
jaaton se bhara sir uskaaa...

Ek tha Bhains sipahee
bihar ke hridai main..
maharashta se chori kiya gayaa..
aur bihar main laya gayaaa...

Mera matlab hai...
agar tum baass ko padhooo ge
tho tumko pathachalegaa...
kaise jaat balom wala kaise bana bhains sipaaahiii....
la la laaa...lala lalaaa...la la laaa...la..lalalaalaaaa.


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It was my Bros bday and we were planning on celebrating it.
Vidyahonni had come home two days in advance.. a reason to spend time with us.. and so had Ollama..
The three of us, 'Kids'.. Vidyahonni, me bro and myself.. were the limit.. we were all over the place and our room being our haven.
That day.. we are all stuck in our room.. On the bed.. Bored.
Looking around all we could see was books.. pens.. clothes and pillows.
pillows. 'PILLOWS'
Come on.. Pillow fight it is..
Wham.. Boom.. Pow .. Whack.. Puff...
pillow pelting u from all sides... cool...
the cottons coming out now. wow...
Wait.. thats bad.. cottons coming out..
Oh no.. we are gonna get it from Ma..
We find which one had betrayed us.. and collect all the cotton we find.. n stuff it back in.. n calmly stick the pillow back among the others.. now what.. the game has to continue no matter what..
And we settle for air pillows...
Air Pillows???
what a cool choice..
Well you know what happened.. well we went on playin to find that the pillows were going PHUS...
yep i m proud to say that we burst both the air-pillows we had and had to kill the game there coz Ma filled up the rest of our schedule quite well that for the next 2 days we were best angels on earth.....
And the Trophy goes to.......................................