My Brother and My Bestie— My soliders, My heroes.

This post is a part of #Soldierforwomen in association with

I have been running away from writing this post for about a month now, since I did not know who deserved the blade of honor in my life. Then i finally felt that without their contributions in my life, I could not have been what i am now.

They both deserve this post, since they have both molded and shaped my life, so beautifully, that today i can finally say I am an independent woman.I am a working professional for about 3 years now, and i would not say that earning money, is enough to say one is independent. One really is fit to survive in this world, if they know – to solve problems, travel alone in unknown places without a smart phone, take care of people around, pay the electricity bill(shocked! don be, there is more to come), know to make railway reservations, place an order in a restaurant, take their computer for repair and it is a never ending list.

Half of you all, must be wondering, what sort of things am i using to define Independence. But trust me, only a child who is the only daughter, and is the youngest one after two brothers, will relate with me.  I was brought up in a very protective atmosphere,  with a mother who adored me and never showed me the harsh things of life, and a father who always told how harmful and dangerous this world could be. Till my schooling, my life was limited from home to school, and school to home. My world was limited. I was scared to explore, and also to ask my mom if I should experience anything new. I was so closed in my comfort zone, that stepping out would give me jitters.

My elder brother is like my second father, so i felt safest, sitting on his shoulders and seeing the world, which were our two bedrooms :). But then he left for higher studies and then it was me, mom, dad and my second brother, Manish. We were together for a major part of  my adolescence and he showed me, the parts of life, which was called FUN :), we went and played cricket together, he taught me cycling, and told me tricks of how one scores in exams 😉 (shh that’s a secret). But on a serious note, he taught me, how a human being should be, he never complained, in his life, never cribbed, always took on problems bravely and emerged with flying colors. He also taught me that truth is not always the right thing to do, once mom was at fault and he took the blame and faced dad’s wrath. I would have never done that, I could never ruined my impression in front of my dad. But now i know, what being selfless is. We used to fight like crazy, hit each other like animals, but today i know, all that fighting has only taught me every time to control my anger. He always told me to travel alone, take buses, he taught me how one should answer in interviews. He imbibed a different kind of confidence in me to face this world. He always told scoring less marks is fine, but the knowledge is more important. Thank you dude… and You will forever remain my star and my hero.

The second person who shaped my life, is my best friend. I met him during my college times. He was one shy of a person and never spoke to me eye in eye. But then gradually when we became friends, I discovered the person in him, which most of us would have ignored and walked away. He was not super great at academics, but the knowledge he has in gadgets, in OS, in softwares, in GK, in the world, i don even stand a chance to compete. He made me courageous to face this world. I was so much of a dud, that i was scared even to talk to my phone’s customer care, thinking i would fumble and could not tell my problems. He also exposed me to the world of placing an order. Even now, unless, until needed i  don’t order thinking people will not appreciate my taste. But he made me learn, that its okay to ask what you want , than struggle later. It is okay to travel alone, without getting scared, and he used to tell me, keep looking at the places under the shop sign boards, to know where you are. He also made me explore my city, go out with friends, bunk classes sometimes which was a total sin to do. But all this came with a price. He used to tell me, to tell at home honestly where I am going, with whom I am and how late it would be. A lot of times, my mom frowned, but then she appreciated my honesty and allowed me go places, since she knew that I had realized the difference between wrong and right. I never used to spend money, always believed in saving and that made me a miser mostly. He told me that its okay to spend on stuff you like. And only when you spend, you will know the value of money and how should one save. I used to feel inspired by him, when i used to see him, save money, to buy a smart phone, a bike, a x box. I owe you a lot of happiness which i saw in my life. And thank you for dropping me home a million times and keeping me safe, because else i could have never been out for so long.

All in all, every person i know has made me strong and happy and feel good about myself.  But these two people will always stand out because they never sympathized with me or my problems, instead taught me to solve it.

I want to tell you guys…

My heroes
You were content to let me shine, that’s your way.
You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you’re my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I’ve got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

———————————————-Bette Milder

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