Tuesday, December 05, 2006

The Sister Act

Some things in this world make the relentless mundane events of life worth enduring. One such thing is growing up with a Gang of Girls.

Like anything else you have either had this spark in your life or not ….. WELL I HAD.


Picture this……

Diwali night; four girls around eight with a firecracker in one hand and a lit agarbathi in the other stand sharing the scary stories of diwali accidents when suddenly one of them realize during one of the animated gesticulations the wick of the firecracker and the fire of the agarbathi have had an unholy meeting. So in the HEAT of the moment she releases the cracker. The over enthusiastic firecracker lands inches away from the stacked up firecrackers and a foot away from the fuel tank of a brand new Maruthi 800.


Like anything else you have either had( and survived) a near death experience with your loved ones or not. WELL I HAD.

Picture this

A new sleek shop in town with marble flooring, smartly dressed English speaking attendants, security cameras , automatic doors etc. Four girls now around eighteen, carrying enough cash to afford a whole coffee from the vending machine enter the place. While the girls sip on the singleton cup of coffee and try to unravel the mysteries of the universe an unwitting soul played their favorite song on the juke box. ATTENTION!!! coffee forgotten…. a quick unspoken word of consent…… they all rise and do the whole dance sequence of aslay he ha…. then leave the place with thunderous applause.

Like anything else you have either willingly made a fool of yourself or not.WELL I HAD.

Picture this.

A lovely noisy Mandap, loads of flowers, loads of laughter, the prettiest bride ever, a real cool dude groom, the happiest moment of your darling sisters life, and an alien thought “LIFE IS CHANGIGNG”

But again... if history has taught us anything it is "SISTERS WILL ALWAYS BE SISTERS."



LOVE YOU GACHU
LOVE YOU VISHNU
LOVE YOU G3
LOVE YOU ROHAN

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

he he he..
so cute.. couldnt get cuter..
but rohan, i really doubt if there was thunderous aplause as we left.. but i guess as always, u have the artistic license to exaggerate as long as it makes us look good ;-)..

Anonymous said...

It is so nice reading this bit.You write well Rohan.
Yes I remember the evening you all came home from lifestyle and related how you all did the jig. I laugh when I remember.God bless you with all the nice things in life.

Anonymous said...

My Sister
---------
"She knows the things I dream of,
the places that I've been,
she accepts the person I've become,
A special friend to me...
She's always been there for me
no matter where I roam,
and whenever we're together,
it's just like being home."

Like they say, Chance made us sisters, hearts made us frnds!!! Can't imagine when i've had as much fun as i have wen we're together!

Oh 'n viewers, her near death experience nicely ommitted the fact tht she threw tht burnin cracker on my Leg! 'n tht's exactly wot saved our lives..

"Like anything else you've either been a hero some day or you haven't. I HAD!!!:-)"

I love the way ur tale twists your readers round ur little finger leavin them agape 'n breathless until the very end.. not to mention rollin round in laughter..

And 4 the benifit of the rest.. I'm the one gettin married.. sure as hell's changin.. I'm SCREWED!!! still... times may cum 'n times may go... BUT V GO ON 4EVA!

RAMANA said...

hi doll
bindaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzz that u have given me the permission to scribble my thoughts at ut blog
by the way ur latest one was not there to read
i shall write when i am in peace
in the meantime thanks for everything darling beti.
i told ur mom that you bet her hollow in hospitality . keep it up
gie us a chance to dot on you.
blessings
ramana

yell said...

genuinely brilliant bit of writing. heart-warming.

i can almost relate to it [ though i didn't really have a sunsilk moments or gang-of-girls experience :P ]

and it sounds like ro, conveniently embellished, full of gushing energy with the characteristic bits where the language seems to go beyond the comprehension of mere mortals.