There is a playground in front of our building and I have to cross it to get a rickshaw to anywhere. As I walked from there today, I noticed two boys in the ground.
The elder one was only in his half-pants and the younger one was in the school uniform. The boy in the school uniform was crying and the older boy was scolding him. Probably both were brothers and the younger one was reluctant to go to school.
The elder one might even had hit him a couple of times and that may be the reason the younger one was crying. As he threatened the younger brother, I walked past him but the younger one just didn’t stop crying and tried to make last ditch effort to avoid school.
And then the elder threw a stone at the younger one which hit him in the leg which increased the younger’s wails even more. A woman passing by decided to intervene and question the elder brother. I am for non-violence against children but I guess the elder was more frustrated
I did not wait to see what the woman said. I smiled and was on my way. I did not intervene between the two brothers.
That took me back to my childhood when I use to chase my brother like that. I did not chase him more than my mother who used to get all worked up because of him. My parents would be after him to study. It was very frustrating for all of us when he did not study.
I agree I did become strict and did hit him when he was small. I think all elder brothers are a little bully and I was too. In my defence, he did give us a lot of trouble
After so many years, looking at the two kids today, it comes back to me. I still feel he needs to learn responsibilities even after he has been married since last 1 and half years.
He still frustrates me but I guess its part of our relationship. I may be frustrating him more.
And I wish I could throw that stone at him so he will learn but then I realize he has grown up….forever! Its time he learns that himself
Reminds me of the time when four of us friends used to live together – three of us were younger brothers, and one of the guy was an elder brother. Any time his younger brother would visit us, he would become a bully and the three of us – “the league of younger brothers” would catch hold of our roommate and kick him… Ah! Good times 🙂
I guess, in every family younger ones are more mischievous and playful. Elder ones are more mature and responsible than their age.. wht do u say?