That is Shweta and I, when we were kids. I somehow always managed to irritate Shweta without much effort. I would just stand next to her and stare at her for crazy long minutes and end of it would be a slight push on my shoulder, and I would make it a big fuss of it, I would cry out so loud that I would convince my parents that Shweta was trying to kill me with her plastic doctor's stethoscope toy. :-D
Every time when something like this happened, I would have a silly smile on my face and Shweta would instantly become grumpy swami. So, this explains the above picture which eventually became Shweta's perpetual expression.
I will take you all to a story that happened in mid 90s. On a bright happy day, like always I was pestering my sister to play with me. I kept on asking her to play my ultimate thrilling hot wheels games..
Sure she didn't agree to that, instead she asked me to watch T.V with her. How many times do you get an opportunity to watch T.V with your elder sister who completely ignores your existence. I agreed immediately.
Shweta asked me to watch with her the famous horror show of early 90s. "The Zee Horror Show" (bad script, very bad monsters-not scary at all, bad costumes, no story, only extremely scary background music which would probably scare you to poops.)
I became skeptical at the age of 4. I reluctantly said, we shouldn't be watching horror, we are kids plus we'll get grounded.
Nooo! said Shweta, it is a brilliant idea, and plus it is not scary Sneha, I know you are a brave girl, you've never been scared of ghosts. And we know it is not real. Oh yes, I agreed to watch. Feeling as if nothing on this world can scare me, Zee Horror Show was nothing but bullpoop.
I said come let's watch, I hope they show something very scary today!
That is when I was wrong, Hell yes, this was one of her revenges. She wanted to scare me, she wanted to create all sorts of monsters in my head. So that I never have goodnight's sleep henceforth.
It started, right at 7 PM. We both got settled on our couch.
10 minutes to that show, we were scared out of our wits.
Screaming her lungs out, Shweta was so scared that she asked me to run to our mother. The monster she was trying to create in my head crept into her brain and oh boy, she was scared. I was equally scared too. :-P
Screaming our heads out we ran upstairs.
Shweta ran, faster than Forrest Gump, when Forrest's friend was urging him to run from bullies. For a moment she decided to stop and check where had my tiny legs reached. She hallucinated ghosts in our stairway.
She screamed at me to run fast before those "baniyan boodham" could get us. (fictional friendly ghost created by Shweta herself)
I was tiny, and I believed in anything my sister said. And I ran! Shweta desperately banged on door, begging Amma to open it.
I instantly followed her actions, we started banging fanatically. Shweta almost swinging on the stopper screamed and screamed.
I stopped to ask her if Amma is inside, when you are scared you do all sort of silly things!! I did mine right there, not noticing what Shweta was doing. She was swinging that stopper at a rate at which only a psychotic killer would use to stab his victim.
It was too late, that stopper had hit my mouth. I was only that tall. We heard a small clink.
That was my tooth on the floor!! :-|
To Shweta's worst nightmare, Amma and Appa both came at the door hearing our crazy screams, only to find a broken tooth on my hand and loud cries of me and Shweta. Shweta was only crying because she knew she was going to be grounded till her teeth falls out.
This incident traumatized my entire family, I was toothless till 4th grade.! :(
Shweta was grounded, and she was forbidden to watch Zee Horror Show.
Appa got a minor stroke since the doctor said, there is no way to fix a broken tooth and only way I will get it back was by growing my adult tooth naturally. Doc had to specially tell my father all that slowly, since he refused to believe that I will be toothless for a long while, where as he already knew those unsaid facts.
And only terror my mother had, was that if I never grow my tooth back then would any eligible boy marry me?
Very next morning, I got back to my crazy, irritating, perstering self. :-D
Will you play with my hot wheels?
( Called my sister to refresh my memory for this terrible story of my great tooth fall. Without Shweta neither would I have posted this blog nor would have my tooth ever fallen. And I still completely love her.)
Peace out-
Iyer Sneha.