Again.. Time age... no remember..
but yeah.. bro and me...
Hand in hand for a change..

His physics projects were super cool.. held me in awe...
making battery lighted bulbs.. making ringing bells... typical smaller class but long forgotten little

projects....
I used to sit around watching him go about his way... cutting wires.. fixing them.. making suitable

sized boxes.. collecting batteries.. seperating wire strands... making them of appropriate

lengths... wow...
And the joy i used to feel when his work succeeded.. It was pride.. it was wonder.. it was

worship..
He used to let me help him once in a while.. picking up nuts bolts.. screwdrivers.. counting the

strands.. catching hold of fly away papers.. and threads.. n stuff like that..
and i used to feel so so so honoured in doing all tht.. maybe i believed hes the next Thomas

Edison or something.. (well i wouldnt be surprised if he is.. i still believe he is one in disguise...)

One evening he was at his work.. and me as usual loitering around him hoping he will need me to

do something..
ok i agree i was bugging him.. begging him to actually lemme help him..
so he relented n asked me to help him cut the outer covering of the wire he was using to make

the strands visible...
feeling quite elated i jumped in joy.. held on to one end of the wire.. and he began slicing the case

from his side with his new pen knife.. ok pen blade...
the cover started to peel off slowly.. have you ever seen the peeling of wire??? it kinda curls up if

its done thinly and all that..
i was watching it slowly opening up to reveal the strands inside.. shiny beautiful lovely brown

copper strands...
and then Wham.. the blade slipped from over the wire and slid neatly into my outstretched point

finger... neatly cutting open a part on the side of it...
oooohhhhhh.... bloooooooddddd......

my bro freaked.. i was in pain.... but all over in a zap.....
he never meant to... but he gave me a super duper gift...
i had this creepy cut on my finger and an awesome huge bandage on it... my finger looked like a

survivor of the star wars...

he gave me a whole week of awestruck fans and admirers.. i was the current inspiration.... wow....

"Do you wanna hear the story behind my wound..??????"

Vicks ki Goli le lo baba...

Time age.. i dont remember.. All i know is i was younger than 6th standard.
So my bro younger than 10th.
As natural we were double enthusiastic about hating each other. Sibbling rivalry and all.

Appa got Vicks tablets.. one for annu, one for me. Bro had his as soon as he got it.. and me being the ant kept it for later.
I wanted to enjoy it all i want. I would pass it every now and then luring me sitting there in the cupboard.. but i dint fall for the temptation. I wanted to enjoy it taking my own time... Yummm....

Next day morning... I pass it.. "Gudmorning Vicks ki goli.. hope you had a good night... I did.. and do you know i even dreamt of you.. yeah...!!!"
Afternoon... I pass it .. "Goodafternoon Vicks ki Goli... just you wait.. your time is approaching...."
I think.. I will eat it at around 7... can enjoy it at that lazy hour..

Evening.. First time I pass it... "Good evening Vicks ki goli.... only bout 2 more hours to go.. yipeeee..."

Evening.. Second time I pass it... "Oooooohhhh.... only 1 more hour to go.."

Evening... Third time.. " Hie Vicks ki goli.. oh.. Vicks ki goli? Vicks ki goli..? Where are you? Haloo..? Are you under the papers?? NO? Under dads watch? NO? Oh behind the bowl... No??.. Oh my.. Vicks ki Goliiiiiiii... where are you???..."

And there my brother is sitting in the corner... and why is his mouth bulging at on one side....?
"Annu... Ithi khatha...?" (What are you eating..?)

He smiles and goes... that Vicks ki Goli that was lying ownerless there...."

Oh vicks ki goli.. WHAT....??????????? Vicks ki goli... VICKS ki GOLI.....??????????
MY vicks ki goli....
Noooooooo......
absolutely NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO......................

I scream and i rave... I jump.. I bang my foot.....
all the while crying.. "THAT WAS MY VICKS KI GOLI... just coz it was lying there you cant take it to be ownerless.. and it wasnt lying there... i had KEPT it there...."
"wwaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh I wanted to eat it... (sniiffffff) i want it... (snifff sniffff...) waaaahahhhhhhhhhh....."

"You cant have it.. no you cant... I cant have you enjoying my Vicks ki Goliiiii..." I scream at the top of my voice...

My bro spat out ma Vicks ki goli.. half molten.... and it lay there in the soil...
I look at it.... I cry....
now all the more... Out of Guilt and Hurt.....

For the reason that Nobody got to enjoy that Vicks ki Goli..... what good did that do..???