Part Confessions of a Part-Conformist

I absolutely have no idea why I have given this piece of writing such a heading. It is nowhere close to what am going to be talking about. Well, not directly at least. This is just an emotional outburst. So people reading it, do understand that this was written when I was going through one of the worst mood swings ever and you’ll know why in the lines further to come. People say things happen for a reason. There is a reason why I chose to work in CUPA. One of the obvious reasons was, I wanted to always be around dogs and help them with whatever they needed. Not for a moment in my entire life did I realize that this decision was going to change my perception about life. I might sound supremely philosophical, but yes, it did happen to me. Otherwise I won’t be writing this. Moving on, this one month, I had the time of my life. I am in the last week of my internship, officially. I am going to continue working with the NGO because they need help. Since ...

When I first saw my little brother in my mother’s hands on the 3rd August, 1991; I was a proud little elder sister. Only later did I realize the privileges I had as the elder one. Apart from the obvious facts that I had to take care of him and protect him from evil forces, I got to bully him, be nasty to him and irritate him when I was bored. Certain acts of his tested my patience. It was during times like this when I felt like I should have thrown him out of the big French window at my place the day he arrived. There have been horrific episodes where we fought like there was no tomorrow. At one point of time, my mother had given up thinking there was no solution to this rivalry. But what she did not notice was, as we grew up we made sure we were there for each other. I mean, that’s what siblings are for. Whenever we had either of our parents giving us a piece of their minds, we would gang up against them. This is where the sibling saga began. As time passed by, this bond was getting s...