It’s kind of funny and exaggerated for some people what I am about to narrate. But that’s my life….although erratic there is a lot of planning that goes into it too. It’s always the same. I save up all my leaves at my workplace for this. I don’t visit my parents cos I don’t want my in-laws to say “you’ve just been there…so…NO”. So I apply leave for all the days my brother is in town for.
My brother, Charan, visits India once in every 2 or 3 years. Since I save up on offs at work, I inform my parents-in-law about staying at my parents’ for the time he’s visiting. This year I did not get much resistance from my MIL. Off I went with my son to my parents’.
It’s always the same I go to the airport with my Dad. Mom stays at home waiting for her son to come home. Usually his plane lands in the middle of the night. Dad and I along with kids if they tagged along, wait for him to come out of the sliding doors. Our eyes won’t look away till he shows up. You would wonder where all that angst would be when he is in the safety of his home in Texas. We finally see him heading out of the customs check. We are all excited, the kids are jumping in joy cos they can go home and all the restrictions we put on them wouldn’t apply at home. 🙂 cos all this while they would be walking all over the airport with us wondering where they were at or pulling us to the vendor which costs 4 times more than the coke we get out of the airport premises. Anyway we say a few pleasantries, Charan, Dad and me. He would ask the little ones all the questions they can answer and keep them interested.
He has this special knack of talking to any age group with the relevant topics of conversation. With kids its school, friends, favorite sport, cartoons he even improvs a story for them with voices for each character and everything. Kids enjoy it a lot and they keep thinking of the last story their uncle narrated till his next visit. With me it’s mostly silliness cos he can be himself totally with me and I with him.
Anyway, we finally get home and it would be like he had never left. Like I had never gotten married and left the place. I am suddenly transported into my childhood when I’m around him. I remember things which I had stashed away in my brain while I went about my life as a wife, mother and work colleague. Things that had happened, when we were little. Things I did, like how I would complain of a stomach ache always when I would lose in the two-player game of cricket we would play on our terrace. How I had not stopped him walking into the overhead tank’s wall when we were playing the blindfold game, as a result of which he was lucky his eye escaped getting hurt by a fraction, no thanks to me. And the list goes on. I was not such a good girl then I guess. I would always take advantage of his infinite patience with me and my tantrums.
He lets me know some good TV shows I need to watch on the internet (cos they aren’t aired in India). Also on the net he plays me some good songs he wants me to listen. He cooks us some of his favorite dishes. They really taste very good actually. Mom anyway tries to cook him his favorites and I try to cook something for him whenever opportunity arises, what with my sons exams and dropping him off and picking him up from school.
This time around there was the Cricket World Cup going. Charan came just in time for the finals. So Charan, Dad and I had loads of fun enjoying each and every match. Watching India win the world cup was a bonus. He accompanied me when I went shopping for a DigiCam. He ended up paying for it, shushing me with the all powerful brotherly love. Can’t say no to that now, can I???
That’s why I am so protective of the things which he bought me; Inspiron and Cybershot. My two priced possessions apart from my iPod Nano. I wouldn’t share them with anyone, except under unavoidable circumstances.
Finally at the end of the two weeks he is here it is time for him to return to his hometown. Again I accompany Dad to the airport. I would like to think I am the voice of reason when he is overcome by overwhelming emotion over Charan leaving yet again.
When Charan is here, time just flies. No one tries to give up their usual routine to spend time with him while he is here. It’s almost as if the sky would fall if they would skip one of the chores they have normally every day. That’s why they find his visit unfulfilling as they couldn’t spend time with him satisfactorily.
After he leaves, it’s like he was never here. It seems as if it was all a dream. Life goes back to the usual stuff. Waking up, getting Jay ready for school, getting ready for work, busy day at work, coming home. It is as if I hadn’t spent two whole weeks in my brothers company, full of laughter, full of joy, full of good times. The hangover is there sometimes when I call Jay “annayya”..LOL
Why does life have to be this complicated??? Waiting to see someone so dear, for so long. Making do with photographs and reliving the moments past. Can’t imagine what it must be like for our parents.
Well, let’s hope and pray that our loved ones are happy and successful just where they are.