Adolescence is a very interesting period..with all those visible and invisible changes,with all those increased consciousness of the self and pronounced importance for the individuality,with all those elevated concerns on the savoir faire,with all those recurrent mood swings and mental storms,it marks the great grand transition to being recognized an adult,to being valued as an individual and contributes profoundly to one's character formation..You try experimenting stuffs,develop the kind of craving for stuffs which you otherwise despised,get yourself f***d up umpteen times,yet laugh at it sportively..Yeah,teens is the best part of one's life..
Observing the kind of metamorphosis impassively is quite easy,funny actually..but being a part of the change is one heck of a hardship,if u ask me..
I was in fact amused when my bro started getting tantalized by all those accessories,perfumes,costumes, which otherwise never perked him up and invariably ogling at the opposite sex.. We had always been quite friendly despite the 5yr gap.. More than friendliness,there was this care and affection taking over.. And he in return kinda respected my words,and gave me immense say in his stuffs.. And suddenly i was confronted with his 'self' peeping out demanding a lil more prominence.. He was no more to be taken for granted.. And he and his words were to be treated with a lil more regard..
The confusion and imbroglio amid us were evident from the frequent verbal exchange and cold wars.. I always thought it were his extravagant and escalating needs which brought me into tiff with him,..i thought he was being incorrigibly arrogant.. I thought he was becoming a brat..But deeper contemplation reveals my fault.. My mind still doesnt accept and adapt to his new grown-up state.. He still remains to be a kid in my mind who needs immense care and protection when what he really needs is support and guidance.. My ego holds me back from respecting and accepting his opinions on issues..everytime he comes up with one,the word rankling at my mouth would be to shut up and mind kids' business..
When i were on his shoes,me and my words were dealt with a lot more heed by my parents and yet i demanded more..and ironically, i fail to regard my bro with the same reverence as to a peer.. Sometimes my affection comes out as maternal and becomes pretty disgusting.. May be he deserves a better treatment..
PS:To all those who stopped by,my post might seem nothing more than some whimpers ..but i'm getting overwhelmingly involved with all those unrest..