Love you, Brother.

Life is a Journey. This is a universal truth which no one can deny. We begin our Journey when we are born, and it is intensified once we set our goals. There is no denying the fact that it is a bumpy road and we often tend to get jostled during the rougher parts. And that is where our family steps in. They right us and put us back on our feet sort of like the pit stop crew of a racing car. My family are the reason behind why my life rocks. They are the reason why I recover after a shock or renew my determination after a minor setback. 

I am terrified of looking bad in public. If things go wrong the incident places a dent in my self esteem and it takes a lot of reassuring to make me believe that I am capable again. I have a lovely family, my Mom: my philosopher and guide, my Dad: my pillar of strength and the object of my eternal love, my Bro: my hanger out and occasional conscience, my Grandparents: my lives and last but undoubtedly the most important my Dog: my baby and my true love. And of course my extended family, namely my teachers, friends and other wonderful people who taught me that Life is an adventure that we should enjoy to the fullest. 

But since I've dedicated this post to my brother, I'll just brief you on him. He is an overgrown monkey, my twin and a complete headache. Excepting the times when he annoys the hell out of me, I find that I really enjoy having him in my life. We gamble for our parents attention and often they turn into hostages in our never-ending  wars. Being the same age as your sibling can be exciting and at the same time frustrating. You don't have the power to oppress him with the excuse of being elder than him, you don't enjoy the benefits of being the younger adorable sibling, so its kind of balanced out with each no edge over the other.

But looking back on all the time we spent together I just can't believe we spent so much time fighting! My brother is  really sweet guy and needs to be pushed into the spotlight a bit. But once someone does the mistake of giving him the mic the floor is completely his. I'd like to say we too have our moments of bhai - behen  pyaar but we just skate through them cause it is just the teensiest bit awkward to tell someone who you spend the majority of your time fighting with that you love. Inspite of me clawing his face of on more than one occasion my brother stands up for me. He just can't take any criticism directed at me and neither can I tolerate anyone badmouthing him.

I do love him very much but he isn't the only boy who is a brother to me. Technically I consider all the boys I'm friends with to be my brothers but there are quite few who really stand out. For example the boy next door (or rather opposite my house) and my best friend, is  brother to me in all but blood. He and I have known each other since childhood and we share a certain comfort level. He is the only guy who I can speak to freely without feeling self conscious. To him, I'm his best sister (he loathes his own . . . figures)he ever recieved and is relieved to have a female friend who he can speak to without any awkwardness.

Every Raksha Bandhan I march up to his house and ask, no demand my Rakhi present from him while brandishing my rakhi like sword! The poor guy always complies. But that is besides the point. I love the feeling that two good guys are always looking after me and will haul me right back up if I stumble. So, thanks guys for making my life even more rangeen with your presence!