Thursday, August 13, 2009

two girls with hats

The worst thing you can do to a girl is saddle her with a sister early on in life. The sister is always going to be more beautiful or more intelligent or more virtuous or more cheerful or more obedient or wear better hats - none of which helps in the making of the confident, tough personality that one ought to be.

Because however rich or famous you become, one little bit of you always knows that your parents love your sister more than you do, which in my case, my mother pooh-poohs till date. And however old your sister becomes, she will always claim that she stuck to the safe and tested path because you were wild and rebellious enough for the entire family, which in my sister's case, I refuse to acknowledge now that we are both in our 40s. Though we took different paths to reach here, I find that we haven't wandered too far away from each other.

My sister and me, here we look happy enough in our hats.



But we spent all our growing up years fighting to the point of driving our mother to tears. It's only when we both got married and left home, that we came to realize what we mean to each other.

Sisters and hats feature largely in 'Holiday' (1938) by George Cukor. Read the rest of the review on Upperstall.

11 comments:

ajnabi said...

LOL I still tell my mom that I'm her favorite daughter. I make sure to tell her in front of my sister, too. My sister has her doctorate so I can't be the "smart one" anymore. I have to take advantage where I can!

Banno said...

Hmmph, I am the 'smart one'. I tell you, it's no comfort, if your mother doesn't love you best.

dustedoff said...

Oh, that's a cute picture! My sister's definitely more beautiful and way smarter than I am, but we fought like cats and dogs when we were kids - especially over `territory'("This is my side of the bed!" "Who said so? Your name isn't written on it!" - and then to prove that my name was indeed written on it, I scratched into the side of the bed with a compass. It's there to this day).

And like you said, it's only when we both got married and left home that we came to realise what we mean to each other...

Banno said...

dustedoff, we fought over who could sleep on which side of Mom. And we couldn't scratch on her with a compass. :-)

And when my brother came along, I got permanently displaced.

Grasshopper said...

very true what you said about love blossoming after marriage. I so much felt like feeding my sister with hot rotis when I realized, thanks to my hubby, what a pleasure that can be.

SUR NOTES said...

lovely post. lovely photo. though the little one is looking pretty dotingly at the bog sister.

the hats are stylish. i want one.

Amrita said...

Holiday is all around! How much do I love that movie? I was on a Cary Grant spree a couple of weeks back and it seriously impaired the rest of my activities. Add Kate Hepburn to the mix and I might as well take up sanyas in front of the DVD player.

Banno said...

Grasshopper, marriage only made me realize how good I had it back home, even with all fights :-)

Sur, yeah, I know, she soon grew out of the doting.

Amrita, true. I'm wishing for that sanyas so bad right now.

ds said...

hi banno! everytime i visit ur blog i just lose myself! big fan of ur writing!
divya

Banno said...

Thanks, Divya.

ramsub said...

How about saddling a girl with two sisters? My mommy had twins after me, I asked her to return one to the hospital and then retracted the request when she asked me to choose which one to return. Anyway my sisters are gorgeous, harder working, and smarter than me. They’ve always been my best friends, sure we’ve made our mother cry, but we cry over each other’s shoulders a lot more. We all have very different relationships with our parents, and each thinks they’re loved more and the favourite!
Holiday is an excellent movie, “walk don’t run to the nearest exit”. I think at some level I prefer this movie to The Philadelphia Story.