Dedicated to YOU on your B'day

 She has played the role of many in my life, charismatic, multi-faceted personality who has pampered me, antagonized me, ruled me and set an example with high standards. I’ve toiled, burnt the midnight oil and slogged to the best of my abilities just to touch the tip of the iceberg which She would have built with ease, not only in education, but almost in every field be it painting (pencil sketch, oil painting, water color, fabric paint etc), embroidery, singing, rangoli, cooking, stitching (the new feather to her cap) She would prove her expertise effortlessly and leave behind her foot print. Although each person is unique with specific talents, my ego was never ready to quit and always wanted to demonstrate that I was similar to her in all respects despite the fact it was not. I could altleast lay a hand on few of those mentioned above, but one aspect that kept me awe struck and simultaneously jealous was her grasping capabilities. I’ve always been beaming with pride of her extraordinary skills to every individual, friends and colleagues, but yearned that I dint possess them. 

She has pacified me when in trouble. She has never let anyone bully me (since she felt she had the sole proprietorship to bully me:-)). Jokes apart I still remember the days in school when she had fought for me when some of her friends were trying to pull my legs and when I timidly hid behind her – a place of rescue. I felt she was my pillar of strength.

One day I had forgotten to get signature from my parents in one of the answer sheets, my class teacher being very strict, I had no other choice left with but to bring her to explain the situation. She being the most favorite of all teachers handled the situation with ease, giving vivid excuses pleasing my teacher, which my teacher would never have listened if the same excuses were uttered by me. I felt she was my comfort zone.

My handwriting I should say was one of the worst in class. Thanks to the advent of Windows and Microsoft one notebook that these days most of our thoughts are typed rather than written. But at every stage in life handwriting plays a major role. I haven’t been insulted, offended or snubbed even by my teacher for my bad writing. But she was instantaneous to pass remarks on my writing grabbing every opportunity. I was offended and annoyed badly. I challenged her and took enormous efforts trying to improve my handwriting practicing with as many handwriting books as can and I slowly improved from worst to worse and finally from better to neat. I was overwhelmed when my teacher appreciated me for my neat work. I was thankful to her for if she had not intervened I would never have improved. I felt she was my good critic.

She has always surprised me with her cooking capabilities. She would serve me with a variety of dishes in no minutes. From childhood whenever I felt like having something different she would be first person I approach even before my mom or granny. She would instantaneously pay heed to my desires and try her hand on something new. Although I had been her testable object whenever she tried a new dish one would never deny the fact that the taste would be exemplary. I was always pleased and enjoyed to be her testable object. In fact I’ve tasted many varieties of sweet in child hood which she would name in her own innovative style (Angel, Pazha appam to name a few…). I felt she was the pacifier of my appetite.

 I had always felt I had sacrificed a lot for her sake in my child hood days since from trivial issues like dress and eatables to sensitive issues like the attraction and importance she grabbed from friends and relatives, she was stubborn never to give up for anyone’s sake. I had always enjoyed giving up for her sake since I earned more love and sympathy from my parents. As years passed by she treated me as a mature person and was ready to compromise on petty issues with me which she would never have given up previously. She stopped playing pranks on me and treated me as a good friend. There were times when she had sobbed to me detailing the incidents in her college and home patiently waiting for my words of comfort. She had always guided me in the right path and selflessly prayed that I should lead a more luxurious life than her. She was magnanimous enough to portray me as a patient, mature and too good a girl to her family circle and friends (I’m not sure if I’m worthy of her praises though). I would be rejoiced hearing those words of praise. I felt she was my guardian angel.

She, in a nutshell is conjuring, innovative, nimble wit, Angelic soul – none can devour, Timid yet Invincible Attitude, A smile that never wilts with cute dimples on both cheeks. Hope the mystery of she is finally revealed. SHE is none other than my loving sister Subha. I wish her long life filled with fun, happiness, contentment and all good things on earth on her wonderful birthday.