I am just a nicer version of my brother
Whenever someone asks me what kind of songs or movies or sports I like or about my fandom for marvel or about the series I watch, most of my like or dislike comes from this one person. My elder brother. You see, he is 4 and a half years elder than me and that means as soon as I started to understand things, he was already at a stage where he had figured out about his likes. He would play songs he likes, watch movies he found interesting, play and watch sports he admires, while I would sit beside him. That unconsciously made most of his likes and dislikes as my likes and dislikes since he would tell me from the start why he liked them in the first place. It all made sense to his younger sister who was always eager to know about worldly things.
He told me this song has “electro guitar” played in the background when I did not even know about what that device means. He told me football is best and “cricket toh kaun hi khelta hai” and that is the reason I still do not know all the rules of cricket to this day as it was never watched at our home. He told me that batman is best in DC and I agreed. He told me MCU is better than DC and I agreed. He helped me differentiate between the rock, pop, slow and party songs.
Reading is the only hobby I think I grew to like on my own. I do not know how I started it but there was no going back on it. And here the tables turned. He also started reading (I like to think it was because he saw my obsession with books and wanted to know why??). Although, the genre of what we read is very different.
Between all of these likes and dislikes and I copying him, was an understanding. Understanding and knowing who we are at the core of ourselves. We grew together and not just physically. We matured together. Although I am always a few years behind him, we know each other's phases. We do not share what we are going through but I think we always see the phase and understand it. He never told me when he had his heartbreaks but I knew. I never told him about the guys I liked but he knew. He noticed it in my talks and just ask a random question about him. Maybe even warned casually and I also did listen. He noticed that I stopped talking about them and never asked the question of what happened. He just knew. I just knew he knew. No explanations, no questions.
I remember when he stumbled upon all my writings on medium when I told him that I have a profile. I know he read them all and we never had a conversation about what I wrote and why and when did I start writing? What got me writing about him today is that I just realized that I have written about people at different phases, so why not write about the man who was there in it all. The man who shaped my likes, my personality, my choices. The man who is always there, understanding me, protecting me and loving me through it all. My elder brother is the best gift I got from my parents.
Also, did you the title of this article? Nicer version? Hah that I am :D
Well, he is a bit blunt and sarcastic. He likes to call himself sarcastic, although I think I am better (even though he is the one I learned from). On the other side, I am a little polite. So we have just mutually agreed amidst ourselves that I am just a nicer, politer version of him. Okay so now you are wondering when did the post become about I complimenting myself? C’mon after such a long post about my brother, I do deserve a bit of compliment, don’t I? My brother would agree :D
