MY EVIL BROTHER

24 years of coexistence and neither of us have ever agreed on anything. I consider him evil coz I guess his methods and thinking doesn’t match with what is termed as good in our society. He tells me that it’s the perception of people. He reasons with me and everything seems so correct when I see things from his side. In my heart I know he is not correct, but trust me, he can be quiet convincing.

My evil brother, he is the most dashing personality I have ever met. He looks just like me, except that he has spiked hair, a good muscular body, a charming voice and everything that I have ever wished to have. He is really smart, intelligent, brave and very cunning. He can sweep anybody off their feet with his charm and wits. He is indeed the best candidate for Darwin’s theory, "Survival Of the Fittest".

Whenever there is a decision to be made, to choose between the right and the wrong, he would come to me and help me decide. He would give me the weirdest of ideas (I still don’t know from where he gets those ideas). He would present them with such reasons that it would make perfect sense.

Once he told me how saving money was a old man’s job and that we could get so many good things if we could get that money from the piggy bank,… after all it was our own money,… we did not need anybody’s permission for that. He nagged me for weeks till I finally stole the money. I still hate him very much for that.

We have grown up together and the only thing I like about him is that he has never ever left me alone. He has always been there for me. When I am broken and my heart is all covered with dark clouds, he would always come to support me no matter what. He would wipe my tears, pull me up to stand against the worst of situations and help me fight back. Even though I never liked his ways of fighting back, but he has always been a support for me.

He would tell me, whatever he wants me to do is for our good only. He just wants us to be happy. He says, "I don’t care about what happens to others. I just want us to be happy, even at the cost of anyone else’s happiness. Everyone in this world is selfish. All they care about is their own happiness. So would it hurt to think about our own wellbeing, and be a little selfish?"

I reason him by telling that I have friends who do care about me. They would always be there for me. To this he would give that cunning smile (GOD!!!! I HATE THAT SMILE SO MUCH) and say," Wait till they are not around. You will need me to survive". He acts as if he knows everything.

Sometimes I think that he may be right, and I should let him control me for a while. But then, suddenly my conscience would drop my heavy book of principles on my head and I would tell him to shut up and drag him to what I think is correct. I guess we will never agree on anything. He would keep on persuading me to go his way and I would keep on dragging him with my principles.

I know he is somewhere in there smiling at what I am writing, coz he probably knows that he would win. But let me tell him that I won’t give up and this is a never ending battle that will continue till death draws us apart.