Death is always painful, but the end of a sibling is the worst type of cut and wreaks havoc on the body and the psyche. When I heard of the demise of my elder brother, I felt a sharp pain as if someone had severed one of my limbs. I stood transfixed, struggling to withstand the cruel stroke of fate.
My brother and I grew up together for the last seventy years. We had an agreement; I would go first to create all the necessary arrangements for our comfort in heaven and send a message to him. He has revoked the contract and left for his heavenly abode earlier than me. I will surely pick up a quarrel and settle the score once I meet him, provided I find myself accommodated in the same area.
I have known him all my life since he is a couple of years elder to me. In all these years, we played and fought using boxing, wrestling, kickboxing, scratching, and every possible method of the fight. At first sight of any injury, the other would declare a unilateral ceasefire and apply the balm to the wound.
We never went up to our parents to resolve our disputes. My father, busy with his office work, had no time to spare for us, and my mother found it difficult to take sides in our complaints as she loved both of us equally. Watching the way she tormented herself, we decided once and for all never to seek her intervention and judgment. My mother also had many tasks to look after the younger ones, and we decided not to trouble her no matter what. Our parents thought and proclaimed we were the finest behaving brothers. We let this charade pass with a smile.
While going to school and college, we went holding hands mainly to convey a message to all the bullies we were a team, and in case of any conflict, they had to contend with not one but two. An inch taller and better built, my brother stood like a bulwark for me against the toughies in the school. Together we conveyed the Garimella brothers were not to be messed with.
Our playful fights extended to the cricket pitch as well. A fast bowler, he reveled at the sound whenever he sent my middle stump cartwheeling, and I repaid by teasing him with my guile and bowling him round his legs.
After college, we pursued different careers but kept in touch always. Fortunately, my brother spent most of his time in Pune, and during my long tenure at Bombay, I could go on weekends to do the rounds of Pune. I remember in the sixties, when the dam at Khadkavasla burst and the floodwaters ravaged Pune, I rushed to ascertain his safety.
We had shared interests in games and sports and could discuss matters like Cricket without any disputes. In literature, we differed as he had an excellent fancy for Telugu and Telugu poetry. Since I was deficient in Telugu, I focused on English.
Apart from my wife, he was my greatest fan, admirer, and critic. He always read every piece I wrote and appreciated it. When needed, he used a scalpel to tear it into pieces. His constructive criticism helped me immensely to grow as a writer.
The ladies also hit off well and left us in peace to enjoy our evenings without any let or hindrance. We spent many an evening enjoying each other’s company, a bottle of whiskey and snacks stuffed with spices and love.
I am missing him and sustaining myself with the hope I will get to see him soon.
R.I.P. GV Raghunadha Rao I.D.A.S.
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