I was in 2nd standard in a Govt school in Gudivada. The school declared one day off for students to attend a science fair in the town. It costs 25 paisa (0.25 INR). I was very enthu. I came home and asked my mother 25 paisa for science fair. Mother declined saying there was no money and went out on some work. Was very disappointed. My brother, who was in 9th std, came home for lunch and saw me. He quickly took out all his savings (0.25INR), dressed me up and tried to send me.He tried nice shoe someone gifted me on my birthday which my mother never allowed me stating that they may get damaged. He was very angry with my mother when he realized that shoe did not fit. By the time, we were ready, it was too late and I could not goto science fair. But, this entire incident etched in my memory forever; particularly my brother's efforts to send me to science fair and his anger and his disappointment on being unable to send me.
One talks about romantic partner when they talk about love. But, I want to talk about my brother, Potluri Rama Sesha Giri Rao. I can proudly say that without my brother's love and selflessly pushing me to realize my potential, I could not have achieved anything.
He had this urge for perfection and to improve everything. He even pushes for perfection a bit harshly. Does not hesitate to be harsh and unkind when he wants you to do something. But, only people close to him know that it's his exterior and his harsh words are limited to the 'task' he was after. He is like a coconut - hard exterior and soft & pure interior.
He was my foundation and pillar of support. He took the burden of bringing me to Hyderabad for diploma studies though he himself was living with meagre wages. He used to work 4 shifts at a time (32hrs in a stretch) so that he gets some overtime wages to support me. He was so confident he never asked me for my report card or marks. This continued even after his marriage. My sis-in-law never gave me any household work and always ensured that I got whatever I wanted to pursue my studies. I was probably very selfish in those days- just doing my job and studies - without bothering about home.
Ofcourse, we had lot of fun moments. I remember fighting with broom sticks at home after watching Telugu action movie of Superstar Krishna when we were kids. Our idea of a good outing in Hyderabad was Biryani at Grand hotel in Abids and then a movie in nearby theater. We used to buy 125gm of Jalebi from a roadside vendor in Ameerpet and walk back home eating. I used to be very thin. He used to ask everyone and tried their tips on me to fatten me up. He used to give me 1.25 INR everyday to eat Idly in Anand Bhavan before going to college. Someone told him that daily idly can fatten me. Later, he used to get sweets every week and make me eat. Though none of them worked, I vividly remember his relentless efforts.
When I quit my job in the final year of graduation and told him that I would go for MBA, he did not ask me any questions. I told him it costs a lot. He was worried on how to get so much money. When I told him that we can get a bank loan, he was elated. I still remember tears in his eyes at Secunderabad railway station when I boarded Howrah mail to goto XLRI for MBA. That was the first time, I was going away from him to live somewhere else.
After that day, I hardly stayed in Hyderabad with him. I was always working in a different city. I got better paying jobs while he lost his job due to closure of his company. He & my sis-in-law lived frugally with whatever they have but never asked me for any help. He just thinks that bringing me up was his responsibility and he just did what he had to do. No return expected.
That was my brother ...Seshaiah Annaiah. We both might not use tender words when we talk to each other..we even shout at each other sometimes...but we know, for sure, that we love each other and are there for each other.
One talks about romantic partner when they talk about love. But, I want to talk about my brother, Potluri Rama Sesha Giri Rao. I can proudly say that without my brother's love and selflessly pushing me to realize my potential, I could not have achieved anything.
He had this urge for perfection and to improve everything. He even pushes for perfection a bit harshly. Does not hesitate to be harsh and unkind when he wants you to do something. But, only people close to him know that it's his exterior and his harsh words are limited to the 'task' he was after. He is like a coconut - hard exterior and soft & pure interior.
He was my foundation and pillar of support. He took the burden of bringing me to Hyderabad for diploma studies though he himself was living with meagre wages. He used to work 4 shifts at a time (32hrs in a stretch) so that he gets some overtime wages to support me. He was so confident he never asked me for my report card or marks. This continued even after his marriage. My sis-in-law never gave me any household work and always ensured that I got whatever I wanted to pursue my studies. I was probably very selfish in those days- just doing my job and studies - without bothering about home.
Ofcourse, we had lot of fun moments. I remember fighting with broom sticks at home after watching Telugu action movie of Superstar Krishna when we were kids. Our idea of a good outing in Hyderabad was Biryani at Grand hotel in Abids and then a movie in nearby theater. We used to buy 125gm of Jalebi from a roadside vendor in Ameerpet and walk back home eating. I used to be very thin. He used to ask everyone and tried their tips on me to fatten me up. He used to give me 1.25 INR everyday to eat Idly in Anand Bhavan before going to college. Someone told him that daily idly can fatten me. Later, he used to get sweets every week and make me eat. Though none of them worked, I vividly remember his relentless efforts.
When I quit my job in the final year of graduation and told him that I would go for MBA, he did not ask me any questions. I told him it costs a lot. He was worried on how to get so much money. When I told him that we can get a bank loan, he was elated. I still remember tears in his eyes at Secunderabad railway station when I boarded Howrah mail to goto XLRI for MBA. That was the first time, I was going away from him to live somewhere else.
After that day, I hardly stayed in Hyderabad with him. I was always working in a different city. I got better paying jobs while he lost his job due to closure of his company. He & my sis-in-law lived frugally with whatever they have but never asked me for any help. He just thinks that bringing me up was his responsibility and he just did what he had to do. No return expected.
That was my brother ...Seshaiah Annaiah. We both might not use tender words when we talk to each other..we even shout at each other sometimes...but we know, for sure, that we love each other and are there for each other.
