My brother plays with Dolls…..

Well, whilst reading the above caption, there can be two very important questions flowing in to your mind. First, has her mom given birth to a small baby recently? (A miracle, she is 37!) And the Second, whether that boy has feminine tendency that he plays with Dolls? Well, for both those questions I only can answer, negatively! My mother who is a fine lady of 60 years, has no connection to this blog or this “Brother” of mine, is a not at all feminine, he is a full grown macho man, who just accidently made a liking towards Dolls!! Keep reading.

Well my brother went to a prestigious Uni(yeah ur gez is correct it’s a University) and learnt stuff, which I never could understand! Believe me, his is one of the best brains of our time, which always made me proud to introduce him as my Bro, but sadly, he prefers to keep it polished and not use much of it for stressful activities. So I gez that he, keenly, opted to spend his time playing with Dolls, (and he majored Dolls Affairs) and making them dance and giggle and charge them over and over to fall, dance, jump, skip, cry, laugh, rap and even to hit and run, everything possible on this earth a doll is supposed to (and not supposed to) do.

I normally don’t put my nose into this subject Dolls Affairs, but recently, as curious as I was, took a peep through his play house and jeeeeze, I was amazed at the collection of dolls, who were just cluttered there!! red, pink, yellow, brown and even pure white ones!! Some were blinking their long eye lashes, kicking up their slender legs, wagging their hair in long pony tails, popping tiny mouths, man! my bro was in the middle sitting as the master of ceremonies, trying to tame the crowd!! ah it’s a scene to watch, in the middle of their dance, some dolls just get mad (may be for the high room temperature and the congestion) Then all the dolls starts talking at the same time and no one understand anything being spoken by anyone.(of course other than my brother)Being the soother and the excellent diplomat (I told you that he was a scholar) he somehow manages to throw nasty dolls, out of the play house, who are injured with neck break-downs, head damages, black eys. Well I must tell you that its in evitable that harsh words being spoken and tear shedding and heart breaks, in the extreme heat in the room, but my brother, a true genius, takes control of the room and makes me proud always. and Im laughing!! hohoho

There have been people, who have tried to compete with my brother in the past, for the Doctorate in “Dolls Affairs” but well, the syllabus was not so clear to any of those candidates and they gave up the study course in the middle, leaving my brother as the only person on this earth who has a doctorate in the area.. And after few accidents which led to some competitors being retired hurt or buried alive, few competitors gave up the rivalry and entered into a cluster arrangement, which provides them to get the benefit of the play house and learning “Dolls Affairs”. In fact I’m hoping to have a discussion with my brother in the near future (well im waiting for an appointment but he is busy in the play house) on the subject “popularization of Dolls Affairs, for the betterment of mental health of grown males” and I’m hopeful that I will be able to start the study programme pretty soon.

Ah, I have realized that it’s a fact that happy people and people who laugh frequently gain weight. Thanks to my brothers skills, I have gain about 5kg in the last 6 months and well, as the proud sister, I dnt mind even gaining another 5kg on the achievements of my beloved brother!! After all im laughing. becoming a balloon is not my concern. well it was, but not anymore!!

I will bring you the updates from the play house, as and when I get an opportunity to peep and be amazed and amused. and please, oh please wish my brother good luck and more importantly “sanity” as he eats, drinks, sleeps and inhales “Dolls affairs” these days!!