Saturday 13 August 2011

The Sister I have...

Someone once said, ‘A sister is a gift from God, sent from above to make life worthwhile here below.’ I’m sure if I to were to introduce him to my sister, he would bite his tongue.

The whole world might pass by, but she won't stop texting
I've got a sister who is three years younger to me and who for the better part of her life has wished for this particular statistic to be reversed. It is only in the last couple of years during which she has realised that it is nigh impossible for such a thing to happen and that I’m the better person!!! Well anyway since this day is about sisters, let me talk about her.

So Sudipta Satpathy, my sister, is a FRIENDS watching, clothes shopping, money spending, continuously talking, eternally texting, ohh and did I mention clothes shopping, 21-year old girl. If I’ve missed out something pardon me, it is after all a lot of adjectives to describe a girl.

So what more can I say about her?! Our relationship is anything but a conventional brother-sister relationship. I guess that is the reason why I cherish it even more. She’s more of a friend to me than a sister. For as far as I can remember we have always been at loggerheads about every single thing in our lives.

I have seen her grow in front of me from a child whom I’ve always troubled to a girl who thinks she has the will to take over the world. From out of nowhere she has matured a lot. But this has come at a price and a price that my father has had to bear. She has contracted the disease that many girls of her age tend to get. Shopping! Her wardrobe is the testimony of how many types of clothes and accessories are available in Mumbai. I guess she must have secretly hired a contractor to deepen her wardrobe somehow because for the life of me I cannot understand how that small place that our parents had her built can accommodate so many things. Our shoe stand is another place that has been illegally encroached. But again no one has the power to complain!

Another person who is I’m sure grateful for her existence is the owner of Vodafone. At the very least 1% of the total worldwide earnings of Vodafone must surely come from my sister and her group of friends. Almost every moment of their lives when they aren’t shopping, my sister and her friends Sneha Varghese and Sneha Valsan (hope I’ve got their spellings right) are either talking on the phone or texting. If their calls and texts are recorded and printed, the book will be bigger than the Constitution of India.

Well I guess I should stop here. If I keep writing my post won't end and eventually it'll crash the Google servers! This post is dedicated to you (it is about you anyway), so you can cross another thing from your wish list. Though I do not believe in Rakshabandhan this is a gift for you.  Hope you've enjoyed it!

Monday 1 August 2011

The Rabbit and the Turtle...

One day a rabbit was boasting about how fast he could run. He was laughing at the turtle for being so slow. Much to the rabbit’s surprise, the turtle challenged him to a race. The rabbit thought this was a good joke and accepted the challenge. The fox was to be the umpire of the race.

Since this was the 21st century the rules of the race were changed. The rabbit and the turtle were asked to choose a car each which they would race to the chequered flag. On the day of the race the rabbit arrived at the starting line in a petrol car while the smart turtle chose a diesel car.

The rabbit mocked the turtle and boasted about his car, its huge petrol engine and how much horse-power it had. The turtle though chose to keep quiet. He had chosen a car with the latest Multijet Diesel engine and knew he had made the correct choice.

The contenders...

As the race began, the rabbit raced ahead of the turtle, just like everyone thought. But every few kilometres he had to make a pit-stop to refill his car’s thirsty engine. The petrol engine though churning out a lot of power was drinking petrol by the gallons. The rabbit though was not worried and was sure that even if the turtle passed him, he would be able to race to the finish line ahead of him.

All this time the turtle gained steadily on the rabbit. His car’s diesel engine though not as powerful was very efficient & the turtle knew that in the course of the race this would help him a lot. His car’s diesel engine kept going on and on.

Pretty soon the turtle caught up with the rabbit as he was filling up at a petrol station. From this point on the race heated up. The rabbit had realised that if he were to stay in the race he would have to drive carefully so that his car’s engine wouldn't sap the petrol.

For the last kilometre their cars were neck to neck with just a hair’s breadth separating them. None of the waiting audience was able to hazard a guess on who will win. But even with all the careful driving the petrol engine was no match to the diesel’s efficiency. With the chequered flag agonizingly close, the rabbit’s car spluttered to a stop drained of its very last drop of petrol & the turtle passed the finishing line. There was a huge roar from the audience. The turtle had won and the rabbit was humbled.

Moral: The moral of the story my friends is that contrary to the popular belief, diesel engines these days are technologically more advanced than the petrol engines and are clearly the better option. Ask the rabbit!!


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