Today is the world sibling day.
So I am back to contemplating on the relationship.
Once upon a prompt we were asked to mull over being without siblings. So I wondered how life would be if I had grown without sibling.
Then I had a blog post where I grappled with siblings and the intricacies of the relationship.
I vehemently refuse to observe Rakhee, for various reasons.
- It is not part of my culture.
- I have not found a rational for the festival that suits my opinion etc.
For the same above mentioned reason I defer from Bhau Bheej. Actually I was not aware that such a festival existed until I got married!
Quite often we have heard the “bhaiyon aur behenon “from the political speeches and quite often the nice, romantic notion that we are all sisters and brothers.
The reality that we need to accept is that we are all siblings.
“It’s a commonly expressed and rather nice, romantic notion that we are all “sisters” and “brothers.”
Let’s be real. Fact is, we might be better served to accept that we are all siblings. Siblings you see fight, pull each other’s hair, steal stuff and accuse each other indiscriminately. But the siblings also know the undeniable fact of the share blood, origins and are family.
This holds good even if they hate each other. The acknowledging this fact puts things into a perceptive.
The only thing closest to siblings that I can think of are French Fries. They all stem from the same family, the potato family, yet each and everyone is different. They vary in shape, flavour, and purpose. Despite the difference each batch of French fries shares the same or similar story origin story. The outcome however is unique. The point is to have patience with our sibling French fry, after all life imprints each of us differently. Some of us salty, some peppered, some cooked, some crispy yet at the end of the day we are trying to ketchup…oops I mean catch up.
Go ahead make that phone call, say Hi, and have the next sibling sparing on.