If I could bring him into my house and raise him with my own kids, I would have. As much as I hated him when he was little, for sharing everybody's attention with me for I was used to being the only princess and centre of attention till this ugly lil blob was born; once he grew up a little and started walking, I couldn't ignore this chubby waddling creature with his gorgeous head of black curls and a sweet two-toothed smile. Oh and may I also remind you that I am the QUEEN of writing never-ending sentences.
Moving on..
I think I took it upon myself to protect him from from all evil when my father passed away, although what he really needed was someone to save him from me and my suffocating over-protectiveness :) Over time he became my best friend; one I could talk to for hours and share my secrets with without the fear of being judged. I still get these strong urges to raise him with my kids like my own but unfortunately a 30-year old man would not fancy the idea of being 'raised' with children.. Since I spent hours with him last evening, this morning I felt like sharing another ten things about my 30-year old baby brother in the middle of work. And yes, I can do that! I have been working since 6 am and I can write about whatever I want to write in between. 'The Boss' does not need to know what I'm doing during work hours.
Here it is:
- My brother 'googles' everything. If google ever goes broke it would be because Arsalan would have squeezed the last ounce of information out of it and left it dry. That does make him a very well-informed person who can talk at length about everything, but that also makes him a very annoying person, who can talk at length about everything
- Like Joey from 'Friends', my brother does not like to share his food. He would go ahead and spend money on another burger just so you could have that one bite that you asked for from his burger, but sharing...no, no, no!
- He knows more about cigars than anybody I know, which is kinda boring
- He has a serious shoe fetish. When he was moving back from London, he discovered he had 80 pairs of shoes AFTER downsizing
- He sings beautifully and we both have spent hours singing together when we were younger
- He has an elephant's memory (or as someone once put it, he got the better part of genetics, although I'm prettier :)
- He can figure out whatever I'm doing or thinking or feeling without my having to tell him, which is as irritating as it is a relief
- He shares my love of books but unlike me, he reads Harvard Business Review. I mean seriously, who reads that? I'm sure even people who publish it don't read it
- We go out and once back home, we tend to keep sitting in the car outside the house and chat for another two hours.. Yes, I know, we can save fuel and go inside the house and talk, but what fun is that?
- He has more love for Shakeel a.k.a Shaks than he has for any of us, and that includes the women in his life. Shaks started his life in the Chaudhary household some 6-7 years back. He came as a driver. Now he runs the house and if we need to see Arsalan, we need to go by Shaks. If we need the car, we have to ask Shaks. If we need food, we have to ask Shaks what there is in the refrigerator. I just realized I sound like a poor, penniless creature who doesn't have a car or food.. Well, sometimes I just like to have what is in my mom's fridge rather than my own and I can use my bro's car, I think.. Anyways, Shaks is now in charge of everything; he's the housekeeper, the gardener, the mechanic, the messenger, and of course the decision maker. He decides what work needs to be done on the house, who will do it, what car should be bought, what fruit Arsalan likes and should eat. I'm sure he's going to be the one deciding who Arsalan would and should marry and we will be informed after Shaks has finalized everything with the girl's family. We all try and stay in Shaks's good books for heaven forbid, if we offend him, we lose touch with my brother
So, that's that.. until next time...
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