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Had a talk with my sister in the loo, we both were fighting for a dekho in the mirror. It was obviously me who was dominating the space, with me in it like 80% and the poor little sweetie was pushed in the rest of the 20% and decreasing (!). I was overtaking the whole mirror (Hehahaha hehahaha)
So anyway she starts of with accusation number 1. That I have dominated her all of our childhood!
So here I am fighting for space and total annihilation of her space, sweet victory and conquer of the mirror that is rightfully mine (everything is) and she starts of with this rambling about how I have scared her for life!
And there is more - Accusation number 2. I have always eaten her chocolates
And there were some more mumbling and whining and blah blah
So here goes my defense - my side of the story!! – I am cleaning up the closet elder sister, lets see if you can handle it –
So lets look at accusation number 2, eat all her chocolates, the Swiss ones, the Indian made, the non chocolates (goodies basically) – chatpat, daddy chips (hell I used to love em!), maggi and few other thousands of yummy eatables.
Ya I used to eat them, dear elder sister because I truly believed, such as ….
Damn I am stalling for time here, there has to be a good enough, convincing reason.
Well if you recall we used to have these - lets divide all the chocolates and then hide them; … as really you can not trust anyone in your own household, … I mean come on you are talking about chocolates here, who can you trust but yourself with these absolutely yummy, mouth watering chocolates (obviously it was one of my masterminds) (hehahaha hehahaha) (my evil laughter resounding in the background – if you still haven’t figured it out!!)
So my strategy was, a fairly simple one – eat your own share and find the rest
So I used to eat all my chocolates, yum yum, (ya that explains the 10 extra kilos that I have grown up with) and then keep an eye on my angel of a sister, who used to very sweetly and unsuspectingly keep her share of the chocolates in the fridge (!! Where else can you keep them in the Delhi heat), and try to conceal them behind the patta gobhi and lauki and some other green veggies
And me like the complete brat that I am, I used to go and get her chocolates, keep them close to my chest, walk in to the room where she is sitting reading a book (poor unsuspecting soul), and proclaim – Jo dhondta wo leta !!! (Finder keepers) hehahahaha hehahahaha evil laughter in the background mixed with a bit of glee (hehe)
And then used to follow this insanely crazed out wrestling match that you can ever imagine, with me pulling her hair, and she pulling my chaddi, and me puling her hair and she pulling my leg, arm, tummy, etc and then me pulling her chaddi etc etc
Which used to go on for as long as possible
And of course I used to start crying and cry and cry and cry and my little angelic, naïve sister used to walk away in disgust, while I (the true evil one), used to happily munch on the war goodies.
Ya so that is my defense elder sister - the honest truth!
I fought for them chocolates, they didn’t come easy to me, they were hard earned goodies, and I told you and eat them (just about 20% of the time), but I told you anyways and hey you walked away in disgust, come on its all your fault here, you gave up.
Also in my own way I was teaching you, the lessons of life, that you have to fight for your goodies, when you grow up … okay so maybe you didn’t get to eat the chocolates, but hey you came prepared in this bad, bad, bad, cruel world (all thanks to me)
It was these important lessons of life that you learnt, like - fight till the end, never give up, deal with the evil souls in the world, who will take undue advantage of your angelic naïve existent and other more prolific lessons.
Don’t accuse me sista! Thank me!
Chocolates will do. You’re welcome. Get milky bar if you can get that.




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