a tale of four brothers

I share a very close relationship with three (anku, minku, and monu) of my cousins, so close that we don’t cite each other as cousin; we are more like brothers, bhai!!!!! All four of have one thing common and that is we all had extrinsic factor of being intelligent types( meritorious)
All of us got birth into the right family. Our parents were pretty serious about our education and they wanted us to do well in academics.
They were financially capable of sending us to good school and we staye there for 12 long years

But all of us have something or other really great when it comes to our academic performances

Me and anku getting re appears three out of eight times in engineering
Minku cleared his class 10 and 12 with pathetic scores
All of us dropped an year to get admission into an engineering college


But the seeds of genious were within us from our childhood days

I and minku, since the very first day of school were considered “hopeless case” and that brought us even closer, although anku was admirable in his early days but he too became a part of our gang and relished the tikki, which so far was mine aand minku’s exclusive. Monu became a part of our alliance only after class 12 and left it to realize his dreams of becoming a respectable software engineer. Great, he succeeded in that!!!!!!!!!!

But there is always one aspect where I envy my brothers and that’s the department of kudiyaan!!!!!

Three of them always (from the time their relevance began) had a kudi or a good friend beside them, to befriend them, to cheer them, to console them but with me the things were a bit different (no pun intended)…………..
Due to certain behavioral mismatches, I was never comfortable with the girls in my class. They demanded I don't use foul language. They sprinkled any conversation with 'so sweet’, ' so cute' and such pink terms , which was in direct dissonance with the dude type metal head self image I fostered……….
And that continued during my graduation period too and eventually I lost the battle but God gave their luck ball in hands of Pakistani fast bowlers who with an absolute delight can make the old ball swing in right direction.
But koi baat nahi MERA NUMBER AAYEGA
Girls don’t fall for looks. They dig inner beauty. My intestines and kidneys are beautiful.

Kudi or no kudi what so special in us the never ending bond of sharing, caring…….
Small moments , moments of trust , moments of laughter , moments of teasing each other , a few moments of sadness , little moments………..
BANE CHAHE DUSHMAN ZAMAANA SAARA,
SALAAMAT RAHE DOSTANA HAMAARA