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04: Wait, who is it.. Superman? Batman? No, it is 'The Elder Brother'


         I have a brother. He is the elder one of us two. About 3 years older. The one thing I have felt about my brother time and again, and with much frustration at times, is that he always seemed that much elder, that much wiser to me, from the time I can remember him. Whenever he is around, I turn into the mischievous little boy I once was. Looking at photos old enough to render him 'small' to one's eyes brings in a very unnatural and funny feeling. I just cannot portray a younger version of my brother. It sucks. Big time!!

(This pic is taken from: www.gifstache.com)

         An elder brother is like a rock you see turning into a diamond right in front of your eyes. And you take the cue from it. You look up to him in various aspects of your life. You are guided by him all the way, with whatever little inputs he can provide you with. He always has something to say. He is someone who pushes you; is rough on you, because he wants you ready for everything he couldn't be ready for. You are always under his wings, protected by his mistakes, inspired by his successes and even pushed by his regrets, sometimes. He walks on the path of life blindfolded, unaware of things to come. But leaves behind a trail for you to see and learn. Then, he places his expectations on you too. He cautions you if you ever happen to be on the wrong track, which is good because you tend to stop listening to your parents, but not your brother because he is your friend, forever.
      
         All of this makes me wonder how much do I matter to him. Or, how much of a factor, if any, am I in his life. Never do I hear any sadness over a particular problem that may be bothering him. Nor any complaints about how life was at any moment.


(This pic is taken from: animatedtv.about.com)

         There is an inherent sense of respect for him within me, which he has earned and I have come to realize over the years. All in all, an elder brother is just the kind of moonlight one hopes for, while treading in the dark night, alone and anew.
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