Sibling Rivalry

Ever wondered why does god give one siblings? I mean, elder or younger, brothers or sisters, Why does god give one siblings???

Personally speaking, I guess I have been a bit too (un)lucky in this aspect. We are a bunch of four siblings and I can only pity my parents sometimes at the harrowing time we give them. I know that one can choose their friends but not family....but man, four siblings???
Life's just not fair.

Or so I feel.....

I'm more of a reserved and introvert person and love my private space. The sad part is that my sibs make sure that I do not get any. They really tend to get on my nerves at times. Making me go mad, frustrated, angry and plain agitated. I love bunking college on weekdays and staying at home. Coz that's the only time when they are not here. They are busy attending school, college or office or watever (I couldn't care less)

My family is an interesting bunch too. We all have been spoiled badly (yes, i admit) by our father. Poor mother just keeps running after all of us for food or other things. Now, coming back to my devil of siblings. This is what makes me despise them...

• My elder sister - University topper, MBA, intelligent. The sad part is she stinks. All the time. I wonder if she even bathes properly. Loves to bully me. Will probably die the day she stops getting juicy updates about me (which she uses to her advantage). What makes matters worse is that she's got this oh-some dressing sense. Will go to a mall, spend thousand of bucks, come back with disappointing stuff and still have the balls to show it off around the house. However, when the time comes to go out, she suddenly finds her new clothes aren't THAT good. And then, she attacks my (poor man's but filled with nice stuff) wardrobe.That too, without even telling me. All that i'm left doing is wonder where did my clothes go?? Sharing is a word which does not exist in her dictionary. She simply picks up my stuff and gets mad even if I go near her almirah. I wish god would grant her a better dressing or shopping sense, coz I never get to wear clothes she purchases. :( On second thoughts, her clothes aren't worth wearing either. Personal experience, touche.

• My younger brother 1 - He is only a year and half younger to me, but looks much older. We have a lot in common; our preference for personal space, love for chocolates (he steals mine all the time), good music, love for fitness and our indifference towards each other. Yup, that's true. I somehow like him because he lets me breathe. Not like other brothers who keep a tab on each and everything their sisters do, check their phone records and all that jazz. He just hasn't got the time for it. He is too busy and happy in himself. ;) Yet, the moment he gangs up against me with my sister mentioned above, all hell breaks loose. However, he's got a pretty good sense of humour. So, i can stand him for like most of the times.

Picture this, he comes into the room. Finds me sleeping with a quilt on a chilly, winter morning. Turns on the AC and fan in the room and then, shouts - "Mummy, prianca AC main so rahi hai itni thand main" .....WOW!!!

• My younger brother 2 - Now, comes the main hero. The youngest and obviously most pampered one in the house. Spoiled to the point of no return (so my mom thinks). Is only in class tenth, but thinks he's got the experience and intelligence of James Bond in each and every thing. Does what little boys of his age do - show off, TRY to impress girls (fails every time), bully me and get bullied by the other brother mentioned above, fight with me all the time for my laptop. Got eyebrow piercings done in class tenth. He never fails to surprise (shock) me by his constant misadventures of being spoilt.
  

Now, you must be thinking that I'm some real devil who comepltely hates her family. Not really. But I aint a saint either. I prefer only talking to my parents in the house and I'm the best pass time for my siblings. They love to gang up against me and poke fun at me, all the time. They call me an outsider coz they beleive that I my school of thought is very different from them. I hate those bitching and ridiculing sessions. So, i always make it a point to treat them with stoic indifference. I wish I could go someplace else...any hostel, college in different state/country, anything but away from them.
Alas, it never helps. Because all I'm left doing is venting out my frustration here at the internet. Gotta go, my sister's arrived.

P.S. - Did I tell you I cleaned my Converse shoes today? With my sister's toothbrush? She doesnt know and I'm soo happy..:p (yeah, call me evil).