I had a father for only seven years
I had a mother for only fourteen years
I had two brothers who loved the other world more and left
I never had a sister, I cried for one
At fifteen I had several made in India ‘sisters'
Every rakshabandhan may, both my hands were covered with colourful raakhis
Most of my ‘sisters' fled after they became wives and mothers.
Some married their own ‘brothers' for whom rakshabandhan was a passport to have other ‘bandhans'.
I had finally found one ‘sister' who not only tied a raakhi round my wrist, but also performed a pooja with me as her deity and fed me with some good food and after years I found out that she was the biggest ever bitch I had known, she was a real fraud whose marriage was a fraud and she now runs a school called ‘The Genius'(why do geniuses need fraud schools).
It was this ‘sister' who I literally brought up who made me lose all respect for fraud ‘sisters', for years.
It was only last year that I found a real sister in a grandmother called Leela Bhansali (the mother of Sanjay Leela Bhansali), her raakhi still gives me the strength to survive, it is like a kavach (armour) which has not left me.
I had a feeling that I would lose her in the every day turmoils of life.... But only this morning, I recieved a call from Mrs Bhansali and she asked me to keep myself free on rakshabandhan day which coincides with independence day Will I keep myself free for her?
My heart says that I will not only have to be free for her on that day, but perform a pooja for her.
Where and when does a rudderless and shaky boat find a ‘sister' who can look very weak, but as the strength of the tallest rock in the world, I am dying to meet my real sister and I hope I don't die before meeting her.
AE UPARWAALE TUNE AISI BAHENE BANAANA KYION BANDH KAR DI ? YE BAHENE HI TOH HAI JO TERE TAAJ MEIN CHAAR AUR ZYADAA CHAAND LAGAATE HAI . PLEASE LEELA JAISI BAHENE AUR BANAAYIE , NAHI TOH TERI DUNIYAA TAQLEEF MEIN AA SAKTI HAIN