Have you ever found yourself google-mapping the neighborhood of someone dear? Have you ever googled the pics of them and followed their blogs, facebook or orkut accounts or anywhere the pic was coming from? Have you wondered what time it was over at their place and what they were doing right now? Do you find yourself reading blogs and seeing the pics posted in the blogs of the neighborhood restaurants or local bars or just the street corners wondering if the person in question had ever been there?
Does it amount to stalking?
But I ain’t no stalker.
My brother lives in the US. I miss him a lot. But not always. On certain days I just can’t stop thinking about all the good times, the fun we used to have at home, when we were still students. His friends would come over and they all would kid around. Although I would want to laugh out loud at their jokes I wouldn’t, fearing my brothers wrath. Cos he didn’t think it was proper for me to be around when his friends were there. Or so his expression read.
We would watch some fantastic shows and movies on tv together. MASH, Friends, some shows on MTv, Nanny and the Professor(which my brother never missed) and the list goes on.
We would have some jamming sessions, with him on the guitar and me being the chorus girl. He was great at everything he did. He would ask me how he looked before going out for the evening. He had two best outfits that I remember the most. I used to call them the “football” outfits cos they remined me of european football team outfits. 🙂
We would buy TinTin comics at shops around 8kms or sometimes 12Kms away from home. Too eager to read them, we would read them together. He would patiently wait for me to finish reading before he turned the page. He loved comics which were offbeat. I still remember he got home some pretty amazing, sort of dark comics, like “V for vendetta” which for me at that age were very difficult to understand. But when the movie came out I thought that my brother, although born in India, had always a wavelenth to match the UK or the US.
Whichever musical instrument he bought he would play instantly without any lessons. He took guitar lessons only cos he wanted to write the chords down technically. But he already knew how to play them.
I often find myself reading blogs from people who live in his city or state and wonder if he had been to the places or restaurants that are mentioned in them.
Sometimes I miss him to the point of tears cos he was my true friend more than he was my brother. He still is. Its not like we aren’t in touch. But I can’t see him everytime I want to. Other than that no regrets cos I am happy he is happy and successful.
I ain’t no stalker though! Just a fond sister………