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Last Photograph!!!
Many things can’t be thought in isolation - as Acting and Amitabh, Rain and Rainbow, Sachin and Cricket, Needle and Thread, Heart and Feelings etc. Really, several pairs are made for each other. They compliment each other to reach certain cherished targets. Elsewhere their beauty and efficacy diminishes; if such are dismembered from its adjoining relation. Believe me; potential of such single member of the pair emanates incomplete results when used in separate or distinct routes. Just because they are made for each other. Therefore, destiny designed many things in pair to explore the vitality and rhythm of their tasks. Likewise, some years before, inevitable happened in our family. It was the beginning of unbelievable journey for us.
Yaa…us…wait to divulge it.
One magnificent couple (my parents) gifted with another marvelous pair (Sudeep and Sandeep) which brought loads of happiness for them. Although, in both of the above mentioned couples, age difference was same between them but proximity of relationship with each other differed. Former magnificent one is husband-wife and latter were brothers. Both couples were happening and entailing the ambit of their happiness by increasing the scope of prosperity and tranquility in their lives.
Still want to reveal the formation of Sudeep and Sandeep (Incredible Brothers of their times). In October 2, 1984 when India was celebrating the birthday of Mahatma Gandhi (Father of Nation); my grand-parents at home expecting their first grand son. Just next day after the birthday of Gandhiji, there born my lovely brother Sudeep. After one year and nine days, to be more concrete at 12th October 1985 (Just one day after the birthday of Amitabh Bachchan) joined by his brother Sandeep. Our itinerary commenced thereon. According to my limited memory, can’t refresh the single incident when this name was taken in isolation. By the way, I used to call him Bhaiya after recognizing the sensibility of my senses.
Oh my God! If I’ll try to serve the various juicy moments of our life than have to publish a book on it. So, try to restrict my elocution to highlighted spheres only. There never came ‘I’ in our relationship; we solely aspired for ’we’ in our journey. I always believed that life is a journey not a destination. As a direct and immediate result of it, stored divergent immortal memories locked in my soul. We were very naughty since our childhood…very very naughty…in strict sense. Such feeble and funny naughtiness was always appreciated and admired by all, as it was clothed with unimaginable love, sobriety and innocence. It would be great to strike herein with some of those ever-surging virtuous thuds which may also reveal the closeness of our hearts and feelings for each other.
Commencing the brief exposition of many wierd and creepy acts done by us; directly dil se. In our childhood, many a times, we locked our tution teacher in the study room and went for enthralling plays. We loved playing and enjoying, keeping studies as our last priority. We played many games ranging from flying kites, fabricated fights, video-games, football, cricket etc. Sometimes we also created new games to keep our creativity alive. He he he…Shouting at top of our voice to bug anyone, amicable enjoyment in rain, Herculean stupidity while hanging in tress etc. which are missed by me a lot. But point which I wanna emblazon here is – we were always together.
Fights are too good when done in childhood. Huh! Here our tussles and tiffs ranged from dresses to toys, from remote of TV to batting position in our cricket team. Although, it get rectified within short span of time that too automatically.
Bhaiya was very stubborn, egoistic and intelligent since his childhood. It’s a monstrous task to make him speak of his feelings. Mumma understood him more than anyone. Opposite to his qualities, I was chatter box, non-egoistic, non-intelligent, comedy and emotional. Everyone understood me I think so except myself. We had black and white differences in our nature but we always respected each other. Respecting of differences also create awesome relationships many a times. Our silence talked and facial expression conveyed us about our needs. He always gets right about my needs. Hardly, at any point of time we need trapping of any language to share our feelings. We always communicated without words
Yaaah! there persisted the rare combination of animadvert life styles and attitude between us. Although, when used together it surmounted many predicaments; creating many pleasurable moments. We filled lacunae’s of our personalities by helping each other in need. It consistently elevated our social standards and people started to recognize us as one soul (which is true in real sense; at least now). Moreover, central thrust in this phase also was – we were always together.
Basically, in my limited purview, real brothers of similar age don’t have the same friends or working nertwork but we altogether had common friends and same working spheres.
Really, I’ll miss something substantial if not mention the time spent together in our maternal home. Sincerely, we rocked there and accomplished the new realm of fun n masti. Due to this, we’re very close to all our cousines from maternal side. Whether it was stories of ghost or untidy swimming in tanks and pool; such memories can’t be eradicated from my mindset till the last tik-tik of my life. We use our creativity in elongating the realm of rapture and fun by bothering everyone around us. Time to mention few names who was part therein. Our team (Bhaiya, Mintu, Ruchi, Ankita, Chanchal, Appu, Chinki, Munna Bhai, Nitish Bhaiya, Golu Didi and all) designed many immortal memories therein. Locking people in bathrooms, irritating servants, mid-night chattings, game of hide n seek, betting on carrom, playing cards, bluffing trashes to generate money for our royal life style’s, outings for snacks (ranging from aaloo mangodi to icy masala cold-drinks). Uffff! How to forget them? We did every possible fun we could have done there. Those luna (old moped) days were good than of cars. Choupati visit with sisters in Priya Scooter (oldest model I’ve seen) were experience to remember. Altogether, unimaginable fun.
Immense faith and well wishes glorified the rhythmic feelings inside the strings of our heart with passionate love, dedicated commitments and incredible warmth in our relationships.
Keeping childish activities apart, we’ve again got another admirable thing to dedicate our lives for. It was sport revealed as CRICKET. We loved, admired and altogether lived cricket. The only thing at that stage our heart can think about. We devoted a considerable time for this mind-blowing sport. After the completion of our adolescence, we spent eight-ten hours of a day in our daily chore for this game. As Bhaiya was natural talent, his performance was suddenly recognized and appreciated but it took considerable time for me to establish myself as a good player. My determination, dedication and love for the game helped me to gain efficient skills within short span of time. We delivered in all our teams as the elite members ranging from school, colony, regional level, college and everywhere we played it. Obviously, Bhaiya was awesome but I also contributed within my limitation. His bowling was as fast as trigger and action was as awkward as one can foresee. A very aggressive player known because of his mind buckling sixes and serious fast bowling. Really, his attitude and consistent performance was unmatchable which always surprised the oppositions. My Big B was the silent bomb who exploded to serve the delightful sights for many when he was in his best of form. I really miss those golden facets of our life. As he always given me undeserving opportunities to increase my confidence level in the field. I love you brother for always believing in me. Our role model was Sachin Tendulkar. Here also - we were always together.
Life went brutal after our (10 + 2) days. Societal inclination compelled us to think for future endeavours. Believe me, it was forced emotion for us to think for future, as we always believed in sucking happiness from each moment of life. Yeah! Kal Ho Na Ho movie was treasure for us. He he he. Papaji admitted Bhaiya in some college of Bangalore. I was preparing for entrance exam of some law college, tell you one secret, it was a fake attempt from my part to evade science stream. After one month of Bangalore, Bhaiya came back to home for Diwali celebrations. I remember that day so well, his train was in morning and I was waiting whole night to see the morning dawn of that day in order to reach station at time. Believe me, unbearable night for me; many times my patience frustrated my will. Although, I prospered to escape from my sleep. It was our first separation for one month. After seeing him, I felt how vital a big brother is. Whole month I spent as a person with dead senses, without expressing any feelings to anyone but somewhere I missed him badly. Again we were together after miserable halts and sorely bad time.
Later on, destiny designed the common education for us. Delectable study of law it is this time, totally unaware about the field but entered herein after clearing competitive exam. Competitive exams were matter of mock for us before clearing it, now I’ll not denigrate because it may diminish our competency. Huh! Somehow we reached here but very tensed thereafter to cope with professional education. As for us, life was more than education always. No more fussiness, we managed it extremely well by balancing studies with enjoyment. Academics went ok…all right type…and slowly but surely people appreciated our qualities to elicit special treatment for us many a time. Most importantly here also – we were always together.
Bhaiya always said that I don’t want to study law. Donno, what was in his mind but he always said so. Our college life was so resplendent in hue that it would include lots of fuss and fuzz herein for me to express. So, won’t mention much here about our college life. But we were still together in this phase of life also.
Overwhelming academic atmosphere is bad. So, we used to manage many small adventurous trips to near by tourist spots inbetween our study time which reinvigorated our psyche from hectic schedule of academic life. In college - economic crisis, scarcity of time and many other related issues always forced us to create short and sweet plans. Plans comprised of speedier excitement.
Glut of regret for not evaluating the speed therein.
Huh!
Now, lilbit metaphorical comparison with cricket and our life. Test cricket is the most compact cricketing format. There exist two innings. Both innings are vital from results point of view. Longest game ever made in this era. Game is incredibly unpredictable, intoto, full of emotions and thrills. One has to perform well always to get winning results. But it is not true that every day is a good day. Talented batsman also cannot show consistent performance in bad day.
Same happened to us. We played the memorable innings of our life till 3rd October 2006. Our score of life till that moment was good and healthy. There we ended the twenty-one year partnership.
Still, can seer hope for performing well to reach at winning end? We commenced our second inning with astonishing sight of our life in 4th October 2006.
Believe me, lots of hope and adventure is in store, when Tendulkar is batting to reach Herculean target. Every prayer is imbued with positive energy and attitude. In bad day, master-blaster can also ruin his performance. Very disappointing it is when player like him meet with accident of run out that too in first over. No substitute for such tragedy but team wins many a times without super heroes.
Same circumstances became apparent here in our life, Bhaiya, very important player of our team got run out in first day of the second innings of our life. Believe me, his physical absenteeism demoralized the team but we’ll win bhaiya.
We’ll win.
Promise, I’ll revive my grit and skill again and again that you’ll be proud of me someday. Definitely, you changed your permanent location of living or whatever it may be but you’ll always remain as a precious part of our hearts.
Happy Birthday Bhaiya. Missing you so much. Now, I celebrate any birthdays of our second innings after we’ll win. Promise, I’ll try very hard to win.
Physically we are absent now but acquisition of souls had been stylishly done by creator of mankind. Emblazoning advancement herein is still that we are together for always and always. Merging of capabilities has already been done and it would be impossible to separate us herein forth. He never liked cell phones but still his instrument makes me remember the following enlightening lines –
“Dur hai aap se to kuch gam nahin, dur rehkar bhi bhulne waale hum nahin, mulaqaat naa ho paye to kya hua, aapki yaad mulaqat se kam nahi”
Yaa…us…wait to divulge it.
One magnificent couple (my parents) gifted with another marvelous pair (Sudeep and Sandeep) which brought loads of happiness for them. Although, in both of the above mentioned couples, age difference was same between them but proximity of relationship with each other differed. Former magnificent one is husband-wife and latter were brothers. Both couples were happening and entailing the ambit of their happiness by increasing the scope of prosperity and tranquility in their lives.
Still want to reveal the formation of Sudeep and Sandeep (Incredible Brothers of their times). In October 2, 1984 when India was celebrating the birthday of Mahatma Gandhi (Father of Nation); my grand-parents at home expecting their first grand son. Just next day after the birthday of Gandhiji, there born my lovely brother Sudeep. After one year and nine days, to be more concrete at 12th October 1985 (Just one day after the birthday of Amitabh Bachchan) joined by his brother Sandeep. Our itinerary commenced thereon. According to my limited memory, can’t refresh the single incident when this name was taken in isolation. By the way, I used to call him Bhaiya after recognizing the sensibility of my senses.
Oh my God! If I’ll try to serve the various juicy moments of our life than have to publish a book on it. So, try to restrict my elocution to highlighted spheres only. There never came ‘I’ in our relationship; we solely aspired for ’we’ in our journey. I always believed that life is a journey not a destination. As a direct and immediate result of it, stored divergent immortal memories locked in my soul. We were very naughty since our childhood…very very naughty…in strict sense. Such feeble and funny naughtiness was always appreciated and admired by all, as it was clothed with unimaginable love, sobriety and innocence. It would be great to strike herein with some of those ever-surging virtuous thuds which may also reveal the closeness of our hearts and feelings for each other.
Commencing the brief exposition of many wierd and creepy acts done by us; directly dil se. In our childhood, many a times, we locked our tution teacher in the study room and went for enthralling plays. We loved playing and enjoying, keeping studies as our last priority. We played many games ranging from flying kites, fabricated fights, video-games, football, cricket etc. Sometimes we also created new games to keep our creativity alive. He he he…Shouting at top of our voice to bug anyone, amicable enjoyment in rain, Herculean stupidity while hanging in tress etc. which are missed by me a lot. But point which I wanna emblazon here is – we were always together.
Fights are too good when done in childhood. Huh! Here our tussles and tiffs ranged from dresses to toys, from remote of TV to batting position in our cricket team. Although, it get rectified within short span of time that too automatically.
Bhaiya was very stubborn, egoistic and intelligent since his childhood. It’s a monstrous task to make him speak of his feelings. Mumma understood him more than anyone. Opposite to his qualities, I was chatter box, non-egoistic, non-intelligent, comedy and emotional. Everyone understood me I think so except myself. We had black and white differences in our nature but we always respected each other. Respecting of differences also create awesome relationships many a times. Our silence talked and facial expression conveyed us about our needs. He always gets right about my needs. Hardly, at any point of time we need trapping of any language to share our feelings. We always communicated without words
Yaaah! there persisted the rare combination of animadvert life styles and attitude between us. Although, when used together it surmounted many predicaments; creating many pleasurable moments. We filled lacunae’s of our personalities by helping each other in need. It consistently elevated our social standards and people started to recognize us as one soul (which is true in real sense; at least now). Moreover, central thrust in this phase also was – we were always together.
Basically, in my limited purview, real brothers of similar age don’t have the same friends or working nertwork but we altogether had common friends and same working spheres.
Really, I’ll miss something substantial if not mention the time spent together in our maternal home. Sincerely, we rocked there and accomplished the new realm of fun n masti. Due to this, we’re very close to all our cousines from maternal side. Whether it was stories of ghost or untidy swimming in tanks and pool; such memories can’t be eradicated from my mindset till the last tik-tik of my life. We use our creativity in elongating the realm of rapture and fun by bothering everyone around us. Time to mention few names who was part therein. Our team (Bhaiya, Mintu, Ruchi, Ankita, Chanchal, Appu, Chinki, Munna Bhai, Nitish Bhaiya, Golu Didi and all) designed many immortal memories therein. Locking people in bathrooms, irritating servants, mid-night chattings, game of hide n seek, betting on carrom, playing cards, bluffing trashes to generate money for our royal life style’s, outings for snacks (ranging from aaloo mangodi to icy masala cold-drinks). Uffff! How to forget them? We did every possible fun we could have done there. Those luna (old moped) days were good than of cars. Choupati visit with sisters in Priya Scooter (oldest model I’ve seen) were experience to remember. Altogether, unimaginable fun.
Immense faith and well wishes glorified the rhythmic feelings inside the strings of our heart with passionate love, dedicated commitments and incredible warmth in our relationships.
Keeping childish activities apart, we’ve again got another admirable thing to dedicate our lives for. It was sport revealed as CRICKET. We loved, admired and altogether lived cricket. The only thing at that stage our heart can think about. We devoted a considerable time for this mind-blowing sport. After the completion of our adolescence, we spent eight-ten hours of a day in our daily chore for this game. As Bhaiya was natural talent, his performance was suddenly recognized and appreciated but it took considerable time for me to establish myself as a good player. My determination, dedication and love for the game helped me to gain efficient skills within short span of time. We delivered in all our teams as the elite members ranging from school, colony, regional level, college and everywhere we played it. Obviously, Bhaiya was awesome but I also contributed within my limitation. His bowling was as fast as trigger and action was as awkward as one can foresee. A very aggressive player known because of his mind buckling sixes and serious fast bowling. Really, his attitude and consistent performance was unmatchable which always surprised the oppositions. My Big B was the silent bomb who exploded to serve the delightful sights for many when he was in his best of form. I really miss those golden facets of our life. As he always given me undeserving opportunities to increase my confidence level in the field. I love you brother for always believing in me. Our role model was Sachin Tendulkar. Here also - we were always together.
Life went brutal after our (10 + 2) days. Societal inclination compelled us to think for future endeavours. Believe me, it was forced emotion for us to think for future, as we always believed in sucking happiness from each moment of life. Yeah! Kal Ho Na Ho movie was treasure for us. He he he. Papaji admitted Bhaiya in some college of Bangalore. I was preparing for entrance exam of some law college, tell you one secret, it was a fake attempt from my part to evade science stream. After one month of Bangalore, Bhaiya came back to home for Diwali celebrations. I remember that day so well, his train was in morning and I was waiting whole night to see the morning dawn of that day in order to reach station at time. Believe me, unbearable night for me; many times my patience frustrated my will. Although, I prospered to escape from my sleep. It was our first separation for one month. After seeing him, I felt how vital a big brother is. Whole month I spent as a person with dead senses, without expressing any feelings to anyone but somewhere I missed him badly. Again we were together after miserable halts and sorely bad time.
Later on, destiny designed the common education for us. Delectable study of law it is this time, totally unaware about the field but entered herein after clearing competitive exam. Competitive exams were matter of mock for us before clearing it, now I’ll not denigrate because it may diminish our competency. Huh! Somehow we reached here but very tensed thereafter to cope with professional education. As for us, life was more than education always. No more fussiness, we managed it extremely well by balancing studies with enjoyment. Academics went ok…all right type…and slowly but surely people appreciated our qualities to elicit special treatment for us many a time. Most importantly here also – we were always together.
Bhaiya always said that I don’t want to study law. Donno, what was in his mind but he always said so. Our college life was so resplendent in hue that it would include lots of fuss and fuzz herein for me to express. So, won’t mention much here about our college life. But we were still together in this phase of life also.
Overwhelming academic atmosphere is bad. So, we used to manage many small adventurous trips to near by tourist spots inbetween our study time which reinvigorated our psyche from hectic schedule of academic life. In college - economic crisis, scarcity of time and many other related issues always forced us to create short and sweet plans. Plans comprised of speedier excitement.
Glut of regret for not evaluating the speed therein.
Huh!
Now, lilbit metaphorical comparison with cricket and our life. Test cricket is the most compact cricketing format. There exist two innings. Both innings are vital from results point of view. Longest game ever made in this era. Game is incredibly unpredictable, intoto, full of emotions and thrills. One has to perform well always to get winning results. But it is not true that every day is a good day. Talented batsman also cannot show consistent performance in bad day.
Same happened to us. We played the memorable innings of our life till 3rd October 2006. Our score of life till that moment was good and healthy. There we ended the twenty-one year partnership.
Still, can seer hope for performing well to reach at winning end? We commenced our second inning with astonishing sight of our life in 4th October 2006.
Believe me, lots of hope and adventure is in store, when Tendulkar is batting to reach Herculean target. Every prayer is imbued with positive energy and attitude. In bad day, master-blaster can also ruin his performance. Very disappointing it is when player like him meet with accident of run out that too in first over. No substitute for such tragedy but team wins many a times without super heroes.
Same circumstances became apparent here in our life, Bhaiya, very important player of our team got run out in first day of the second innings of our life. Believe me, his physical absenteeism demoralized the team but we’ll win bhaiya.
We’ll win.
Promise, I’ll revive my grit and skill again and again that you’ll be proud of me someday. Definitely, you changed your permanent location of living or whatever it may be but you’ll always remain as a precious part of our hearts.
Happy Birthday Bhaiya. Missing you so much. Now, I celebrate any birthdays of our second innings after we’ll win. Promise, I’ll try very hard to win.
Physically we are absent now but acquisition of souls had been stylishly done by creator of mankind. Emblazoning advancement herein is still that we are together for always and always. Merging of capabilities has already been done and it would be impossible to separate us herein forth. He never liked cell phones but still his instrument makes me remember the following enlightening lines –
“Dur hai aap se to kuch gam nahin, dur rehkar bhi bhulne waale hum nahin, mulaqaat naa ho paye to kya hua, aapki yaad mulaqat se kam nahi”
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