Warning: These Sibling Moments Are Peak Desi Household Nostalgia
If you grew up in a desi household, you know that sibling relationships are just something else. One moment you’re plotting their downfall for stealing your last piece of chocolate, and the next, you’re covering for them when they sneak in past curfew. From WWE-style fights over the remote to silently passing looks at family gatherings, desi siblinghood is chaotic, dramatic, and ridiculously heartwarming – all rolled into one.
If we got you nodding, keep reading – these moments that will hit you right in the feels – and maybe even make you say, “Ugh, I hate how much I love them.”
One remote. Endless drama. Whether it was choosing between Shaktimaan and CID, or Cartoon Network vs. Pogo, this was less about the show and more about dominance. And if one of you had the gall to change the channel during an ad break or when your sibling went in for a drink of water – RIP peace.
Can you ever really escape the sibling blackmail system? Absolutely not.
Break a coffee cup? They saw it. Borrow their geometry box without asking? They definitely noticed. Get a remark in school? Oh, they always know. But don’t panic—most crimes could be wiped clean with a well-timed bribe. Usually Maggi, or letting them have your pocket money for the month.
Cake? Pizza? Birthday sweets? That fancy chocolate your aunt brought from abroad? Cue intense negotiations, ruler-level measurements, and the classic “you cut, I choose” deals. And yes, someone always cried.
Being the younger sibling meant living in a constant state of déjà vu – same clothes, same books, same slightly broken toys, just a few years (and tears) later. As for the eldest? You were the OG test subject for every parenting experiment, from 8 PM curfews to “no phones until you’re 16.” Basically, you either inherited stuff… or trauma.
You could roast them all day – mock their fashion sense, tease them about their childhood crush, and remind them (loudly) about that one time they tripped in front of the entire family. But the second someone else – even that one try-hard cousin – said a word, you were up in arms. Because at the end of the day, blood is blood.
