“As youngsters they may seem like arch enemies at times,
but as they grow older the ties that bind become as strong as the love between them...”
I remembered the gift's, which I given to you…
with screw’s, nut’s and bolt’s,...
then in a bit of paper with chock-a-block of hand written sentence,..
it was funny....
the days without having any commitment's, responsibilities with loyalty and sacrifice....will never come back in our life…
Our dindigul house,…. were our rooms and we’d mess them up with games and puzzles and whatever else we could get our hands on. We played our games and dances until the grooves wore down, and sang along until our voices were hoarse.
We had active and wild imaginations, and always came up with creative games to play, from “School” to “Home” to huge villages made of “Little People” houses or streets and mansions in our sand ground. We fashioned forts in the living room out of various items, or in the backyard with our plastic chairs. We had the most intense CHOPPU’s with your friends, and spent hours playing chess, carom, cards with games that lasted not hours or even days, but WEEKS…
So many fun things we did are fresh in my memory…
“ the day, when we ran very fastly from school to home, it was the urgent situation"
“The day you laughed like anything with your blue midi”…
“writing letter’s to embassies…you ll get always replies..”
“padaiyappa story, which I detailed to you before movie release”
“waiting in your school gate with chocolates to pick up you”
“the day I went with my friends, to fight (athlete guy)..like gang war”
The list could go on for paragraphs, and you would be reading it for hours. It seemed we always found something to occupy our time. Most times we did things with friends, but many times we did things just with each other. Whatever we did, we had fun doing it.
One thing we shared that has remained strong to this day….
It was my 3rd year college…. that was the time, we were in Masilamanipuram house(Peai Bangala…)
Oneday some call came from some unknown number.
you picked that call…
Unknown number:- “balajee yaarappa…????.. naanga police station la irunthu call pannuroom….avarai konjam kupidureengala pesananum…”
I was too busy with mom special dishes…. you slowly called me by rising your
voice…
”bala… police station la irunthu call vanthu irukku…”
Dad and Mom , both of them were shocked.
yea everybody seeing my face…..and the response……
I too stunned, and thinking off….why…????
Me:- “hello...Balajee pesurean…”
Unknown number:- “passport ku apply panni iruntheengala….”
Me:- “ammam..”
Unknown number:- “verification ku nallaikku vaanga……”
Me:- “sari..”..
Phone disconnected.
"Athuku appuram…
unna thorathi thorathi kottunathu…."
Still it was pleasant.
Days were gone..
Naturally as we got older, things changed a bit. Pre-teen tensions caused occasional angst, but we were still often together, we shared so many personal things like friends. Even you tried hard to help me out in some matters(..lol….)
I always admired you for your knowledge capability, which was clearly greater than mine.
When we got old enough to get jobs, we even did that together. I remembered the discussion’s, which we had in our terrace .
But as time wore on, we finally started plotting our own paths.
I moved to Chennai at the end of my college to start my carrier.
Then..
to Bangalore…
to DELHI…
to MUSCAT…
year by year our distance may increase.
but we joined by love......
So today is your Birthday FEB 21st….
I am wishing you a happy and wonderful birthday, with many more to come.
-Happy Birthday, Malar. Love, your bro.
