Happy Birthday, Bro!

I have this elder brother called Abhi. I also have a cousin called Abhi and a best pal named Abhi. Many Abhi's in my life. Guess what neither of the twins are going to be called?

But a lot of people who know me express surprise when I mention my brother. I guess I don't talk about him that much.

He's three and a half years older than me, just the same age difference that I have with my sister. But I spent a lot more time with my sister in my growing up years than with him. Frankly, we didn't really get along as kids. In fact, I remember glowering at anyone who made any passing reference to any resemblance between us.

Thankfully, there's this little concept called 'Growing up', which we're still in the process of doing. And I must therefore say a few things I've never said before. The reason I'm doing this in public on my blog is to make sure it doesn't go overboard and get all senty, which we both would hate.

So here goes:

* I really admire my brother for how responsible an individual he is. After my father passed on, he sort of seemed to grow up overnight and took care of a lot of things.

* He is really caring about the family. Despite being so far away, in England, it's pretty clear how much he cares to be around when it's really important.

* I think it's fantastic that he always knew what he wanted to be, and followed that dream to become a doctor. One of the oldest, noblest professions. I on the other hand, am in Marketing. Bah!

* He's a great father, and seems to have a way with kids in general. Is quite the fond Abhi Mamu, although he hardly gets to see Peanut. I'm shipping the twins to him, though, so that will make up for it.

* I think that's enough. He still manages to irritate me at times, and I think that will hold true till we're in our eighties.

But I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love him. Aaarrrggghhh!

Happy Birthday, Abhi. Big sloppy kiss on the cheek.