I couldnt stop adding on.. so i had to hit the darn publish button before my fingers committed suicide

MERA BHAI


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So… before I started yapping about my life’s bestest buddy…. I thought you guys should kinda know him.. hey naaa…

Born some 5 years before me… bhai’s… hmm.. the bestest.. lol ..ok.. I know… bestest is no word (psstt… as one of our teachers would put it… NIKITA TANWAR… BESTEST IS NO WORD…YOU’RE WORSE THAN A 3RD GRADER.. aww..cmon.. you know who…:p )

Hmm… so first..something I wrote for bhai… long long back.. ((eeuww.. he has no idea.. mush mush… we rajputs hate it.. but still.. bhai bear it peaze ;) ))

Opened my eyes… saw you STARING ….
They say.. I would always copy you in everything….

Oh did I bhai…?
Tell me.. was I this irritating idiotic tail..following you like you shadow….
Naah naah… am no shadow… am just you…

Mumma tells me… you were always there….
Hugging me… playing with me… and protecting me …

Yes… she tells me… you’de dress me up as a little sardar…
And I know I lose my flow here.. but he’d stuff my juddi with tamatar….

And of all the barbies we’d burn and cremate …
Brother… mettel people should sue you forever….

And yes… our little castles for ants in the garden…
And then having buso crushing it… brother you remember it.. right ?

Lol.. we were this diabolic pair…
Born evil… remember… we’d steal diesel from the garage generator….

Haha.. mummy would blame some unknown DIESEL CHOR…
While..we’de be up on the terrace… burning another Barbie…

And bhaiya… you remember those ultra-expensive german toys dad would bring…
Nobody knows… they still might be buried in that water boring dug…

And yes… our fired polymers… wat would you call em… AGNI MISSILE….
Some nuclear weapon.. haha.. burning polythene bags… and yes once again..BARBIE OMELATE…

And yes… bhai… mum tells me.. I’de gillafy your clothes…and you would never mind….
And haha.. how you’de make me sit on a tri-cycle..and BOOM..ACCIDENT… lol..

Not forgetting… how I would tear off your hair…
And you would dislocate my shoulder… bhai… WWE… swatcats… and what not….

They say.. I would always copy you…
But are they blind…

Ask them to open there eyes and see… I still do… eee haaa…stop me if you can


So shoot out bhai…
Tell me.. am I this irritating idiotic tail..following you like you shadow….
Naah naah… am no shadow… am just you…


OOHHHKK… SOORRRYYY FOR THE MUSH… but bhai… I wrote this… maybe in class 6th… yeah… tabhi… I wanted to give this to you for christmas… but lol.. I made a card instead… I dunno… look at the lol’s.. ee haa… :p…

I guess I dunno… it’s cool..that I am actually writing about you… but hey promise me this will not change our HATE-EQUATION….
Me misusing your password and teasing girls… and yes… leaking your secrets… esp… aww.. you know wat.. (( duniya mey… logo ko..dhauka kabhi ho jaataa…))

I dunno.. how can you actually be this perfect.. how can you actually remember getting me chocolates everytime you come home … even if it’s at 3 am… and how can you go bankrupt getting me all the possible Punjab’s team merchandise… how can you make me shut up…and listen to you scoldings… and how can you hear me screaming… how can you dress up as a girl to make me laugh and how can you make Africa-like chappaties at around 4am so that I do not disturb mom…. How can you so very easily own up those mistakes… all of them committed by me.. yet never let anyone know…. And how can you get me vegetarian curry for karim’s kebab..and yes… those hour long drives for me and jack…even when you know I am going to put all the blame on you… taking me out to malls… just cause I wanna go no matter if you have fever…and eating whatever I bake…even if it has 8 table spoons of soya sauce… and dumping trash-bin on me… just to make me bathe and stealing my collectible pictures and putting em up on your orkut profile… and then never changing ur password despite me teasing girls all over the globe with your special id……omg… bhai..… stop me…I guess.. I am getting to damn mushy ((not Rajput like..uh huh :P)

Know what bhai… you’re beyond my deciphering capabilities
Just cause… you no human… you’re my angel… just mine.. forever… : )


Pata hey.. my friends say.. you’re the coolest bhai they’ve ever seen.. and even though I show am disgusted… bhai… just want you to know… you aren’t just the coolest… but the cooooolestest (( CALL THAT TEACH… LMAO ))….

Bhai… I dunno.. I feel like killing myself for posting this.. I just can’t have you know.. I love you.. but uaawwnn… I am doing it… I am sorry.. I didn’t write anything about you.. (no wonder I never score in those 100 words para’s) but then … I could’nt stop describing your love…


And the bestest thing about having a perfect brother like you.. is that I can affornd making blunders… cuz… I know.. I have you… always..correcting me.. and crushing bones of all others who dare mess with me…

I dunno..
I love you… and that’s all I can say… : )