To the readers,
You must be thinking that the whole write-up is about the movie PIKU, you know this after the movie. But I know this since 2003. He is 5 years younger to me. My paternal uncle’s son. His nick name is PIKU. The movie PIKU is none other than is all about parenthood. I watched the movie just before I started writing this. I felt like I also have a responsibility sooner or later it would be effective. Every child has a major responsibility towards their parents but what makes me more concern is I am a single child, that too single girl child. This blog is not my diary but not less than a diary too. We all must keep this in our mind that yes our parents are the reason for what we are today. I always feel responsible whenever I look his face.
Coming back to PIKU. He is my younger brother. When he was born I was super excited I don’t remember the chant but I remember the sense well. God! Oh Lord! Please make me happy please get my family a baby and the secret part which nobody knew was I wished for a baby boy to be with me by my side. It is all about my story about how I got my little brother who is taller than me right now. I miss him very much. As I am a single child I never knew when my aunt got her stomach to increase its size but that time I was made to pray the whole time that god please give me a baby brother soon. I considered 2 classmates at that time. Sweta and Smruti they both were my classmates and our fathers were in same dept. serving Indian Railways. They both had a baby brother that time I don’t know why but I also felt the same that is I must have a baby brother alike them.But who knew I was going to have a brother from different mother. Then on June 13, 2003 my prayers were actually fulfilled by God I was gifted with a baby brother. It was late evening my mother served me dinner and left somewhere. As I innocent child I knew nothing after moments after I had my dinner my father or my uncle took me to a domestic clinic it was the place where my aunt gave birth to my best gift. I was the last one that evening to see my baby brother. It was a full moon night I only had a glimpse of him and somebody brought me outside he was shouting so sharp I don’t remember what I felt that moment but later on I was staring at moon, this was the best feeling ever. That night I returned home with someone I don’t remember because I was 5 then a tiny fat kid (not kidding I was super healthy). The next day I was very excited to see him again. To be exact on the second or third day I finally went to the clinic to see him. He was so small that I felt I cannot hold him. He slept smiling. He smiled a lot while sleeping too I recalls the time when he used to get to eat he smiled, then he slept he smiled. The question in my mind was how could he smile without knowing what happiness is. I felt it as a very big responsibility to make him learn about what happiness is, but all my efforts were flown away by myself I could not believe when I was asked to name him. Their was another baby on the same clinic who was born on the very same day my brother was born. I named him/her with the same P lettered word. But I loved the name and my brother PIKU. The best part is we everybody calls him with this name rather than his real name Jogesh (Yogesh). Some mistakes are good actually. When I was small I knew his name as Yogesh and regretted it as we were siblings but our name was not having same initials. Thanks to our accent I came to know about this later that all his certificates contains Jogesh not Yogesh. My every childhood wish has always been a gift to me in real life. Some things I have dreamt of some I have expected every single thing got a proper place in my real life. I have all the memories. Gradually my little brother grew up and so was I. When he came to our home at Bhubaneswar I was happy that he is going to stay with us forever and the day he left for village I turned exact opposite with my feelings as well as emotions. I had to change clothes wash my hands before holding him and had to take bath after I am done with playing with him. His Naamkaran sanskaar is my all time favorite because I have proof that I held my brother. We both seemed to be of same height. I used to take care of him whenever he visited with granny to Bhubaneswar. Now he is grown up, I miss him childhood acts, selfless full of happiness. Now I don’t really know if he has a mature mind but yes he can deal with situations more calmly then I can. He has more responsibilities than I have, he is younger than me but looks older when we stand together. What we both have in common is our faces never changed its still the same as it was when we were small kids. I have some dreams to make true for him when I start earning, I have so many things to do for that small kid I wished and waited for. I miss you though you cannot this still I will always miss you.
