when surprise changes into disaster.....

What to say of  an experiment gone wrong with an iron box and my brother's formal shirt(which i think he shall be wearing tomorrow and will be appalled to see it).
     YES,it all started with an amusement to see how an iron box works on clothes.So stupid of me that i didn't even change the temperature of the box and continued with my wondering.There was no one when i tried the iron box for the first time.So i though of doing a favor or rather a surprise to my brother by pressing his formals.Well,my heart was in the right place when i started but it so happened that it took wrong directions when i put the iron box on the fabric.My finger got burnt accidentally and so i had to rest the iron on some flat surface.Unfortunately that flat surface happened to be the shirt itself! It was too hot for a nylon fabric and suddenly within a second a smudge appeared! 

                              I couldn't do anything but stare at it for a second; turned it immediately when i heard my brother coming.Well,actually he was passing by my experiment zone and saw me working on his elegant striped purple formal.I held my breath for a few seconds while he called my mother.I thought hell was going to break loose because he loved his shirt and longed to wear it since one week for an important conference.He then asked mom why she let me do such things.For a moment neither my mom nor did  i understand what was going on.He then relaxed his countenance and smiled at me saying his baby sister need not do anything for him!!(How sweet of him)
               I pitied on the poor fellow's fate and imagined how his red face flushed with anger would look like when he will find out what surprise i had given him.Even my mom understood what i had done.But she played cool as if nothing happened because she didn't want the nuisance at 11pm in the night.She was hushing me so that bro wouldn't get to learn of my deeds till tomorrow morning.I wish i wouldn't be awake by then. Of course mom would face the music;but i really can't help!I just can pray that he wouldn't create much fuss tomorrow morning.
       MY  Poor brother!!.And hey,don't give sympathies just to my brother;even i burnt my finger in this.Shit Happens...


MORAL OF THE STORY:FOR THE STARTERS-->IF YOU WANT TO TRY SOMETHING WITH AN IRON BOX;FIRST TRY IT ON AN OLD FABRIC AND NEVER TRY  TO GIVE SURPRISES WITH SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO OPERATE




P.S.  it was actually interesting doing all that stuff.felt like a 10 year old again!

brothers and sisters-angels or devils?

I've always wondered what it feels like when you are elder to someone.take my brother for instance.my parents listen to him when they need to take ANY decision regarding "me".its good to have elder sister or brother;but sometimes they nag us so much that we start to think they are our specially designed 'guardian devils' made up to irritate and make our life tougher.well,you people may not believe it so easily; so i have few examples lined up.

                                                         Very commonly we observe our elder brother or sister conquering the TV remote.we want to suppress this but we younger ones can't.its almost like you will never  win the remote when your elder is watching the TV.there are also few instances when our parents buy new things to our elder brother or sister; often we are made to use those old things,be it the big bicycle ,or a PC,second hand books,or sometimes even clothes!its like we should go through the same phase as they did;and then it feels like 'why the hell?'there will be no answers to such questions.sometimes we are even asked to not to touch  their new accessories which might result in its damage!they can even complain about our naughty things and we can't do anything about it.they enjoy this and showcase their joy when we are practically burning from inside!

my brother vijju :)

                                                                               But keeping all this childish talk aside i wish to say that we are lucky to have them in our lives.they are the best-est friends we can ever have.they care for us and are the ones we can talk to when something comes up and when we can't share with our parents.they guide us through the dark streets of our lives and inspire us to become better ones.this is an ode to all those elder brothers and sisters who cared for their siblings .they always are our 'guardian angels'