Sister pranks

My most merry and evergreen days are my childhood days and those days are incomplete or I should say are meaningless without my sister. Having expressed my love,  gratitude and the respect I have for my elder one in the previous blog it has long been in my cards to speak about the pranks she’s played on me and how innocently I’ve underwent them. With my disclaimer I’m getting into the content.

Being the eldest in the family  (the eldest among our cousins too) Subha always felt she was in charge of taking care of me, to nourish me with values and mentor me. She always portrayed herself as the most responsible and made all in the family believe the same way; not now but from my kinder garden days.

The naughtiest little girl was always on her mark to play pranks on me. She loved to see me struggle caught up in the menace and then would magnanimously act as though she was my savior who helped me out of trouble. Lot of incidents spring up when I think of childhood days, I’m sharing a couple of interesting incidents for now.

I was in my 1st standard when we had purchased a New Sony record player. I usually fear handling the new items that get purchased for the apprehension that it might get damaged and did not want to get into needless trouble. Unless dad educates me on the mechanism I never tend to touch them. But my sister was an engineer those days itself. The moment an electronic or any new item is purchased she would have sleepless nights if she had not thoroughly learnt the mechanism. She would give me a stern look if I get near to try my hand. She would act as though I was too tiny to handle such goodies. My fear for my sister more than my parents prevented me from exploring those goodies. Oops side tracked

One day my mom had played a sloga cassette and left out to a nearby temple. I was a little inquisitive and badly wanted to operate the player. My sister was quick enough to read my mind and encouraged me to operate it and cunningly told me that since mom was not there we could explore and get to know more. She patted me and said she would take care if anything went wrong. Believing her I tried my hand. She started off well asking to press the play button and then stop button, rewind, fast forward etc and I was overjoyed. Then she asked me to press the pause button. I pressed it and the song just stopped. I had thought that the song was supposed to stop only if I had pressed the stop button. I was completely unaware of the pause functionality. I tried every possible knack on the tape recorder but the song would not resume singing nor did the button bounce back to its original form. I started to panic when my sister knowing everything was giggling and started blaming me for having damaged the player. She said “That is why I told small children should never come near such electronic items, see now everything is gone, Mom is gonna wack you for your misbehavior” I was in total shock with tears rolling down my cheeks and my lower lips  protruding out (Subha had always loved to see the way I cried..she would say I looked cute ) begging her to help me out. She then wiped my tears and said that she would narrate it to mom in a better way and asked me never to open my mouth. I innocently believed her again and maintained silence until mom arrived as per her instructions. Both of us were sitting in the veranda waiting for mom’s arrival. The moment she saw mom nearing our house she sprung up and ran to her and said that I had damaged the player by handling it incorrectly and that the player stopped singing.

I was speechless, mom threw a miserable look on me and my sister was enjoying the show. She acted as though she was not present when I was operating the player. Mom simply went near the player and pressed the pause button again. The song resumed and the button was back to its original form. I was so relieved and stared at my sissy for having made me a fool. Then she casually revealed that she was aware of it and that it was her technique to make me understand the functionality of the player so that I never forgot it for my lifetime.

In the name of love and care taking she would stuff me with food and I would panic for breath unable to swallow the big mouth she feeds me. She would unassumingly enjoy me struggling hard. I have a peculiar habit of never having rice for dinner at any cost. I rather preferred to starve than have rice for dinner. My mom would literally beg me but I would be so stubborn that finally mom would give up and ask me have at least milk. I would drink it and goto sleep. My sister would then cunningly wait until I’ve slept and plan her next course of action. She very well knows that I hate to get disturbed when asleep and I would try my level best not to lose my temper if she tries to irritate me. She would feed me the remaining rice when I’m fast asleep and in the morning would nag me that If I had not eaten, the food would have been a waste and none other than me could have taken such a big quantity. I would feel so embarrassed and will put up a fight with mom. Mom would just laugh and leave the place since her mission has been accomplished :-).

Winding this off for now.