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By way of this blog post, I am announcing that I have adopted Ramanaji, of the very interesting and readable blog Ramana's Musings as my honorary brother.  In Indian terms, this is known as a 'rakhi brother'.  If an Indian lady  refers to a gentleman as her 'rakhi brother', everyone here knows what that means.  It is a most honourable and serious relationship in which a man thereafter considers the woman as his sister and extends to her all the privileges of that relationship, such as support, protection, etc.  In a society in which women often find themselves facing obstacles, it is a very precious relationship indeed.  Women with brothers often find themselves in a position to be more confident than they would otherwise be.

On the festival of Raksha Bandhan women tie an amulet known as a 'rakhi' on the wrists of their brothers.  This festival usually occurs in August.  During Ramanaji's recent blog post 'Flame and/or Flamer' I mentioned in the comment section that I would tie a rakhi on Ramanaji whenever we meet.  I have been reading his blog for several months and I feel that he has all the qualities that any woman would look for in a brother.  He is erudite, has a great sense of humour and has an extremely honourable disposition.  I am so pleased that he noticed my comment and has accepted my offer to tie a rakhi on him and make him my brother.  My  husband Yash has at least one rakhi sister, and I know the value of this relationship. I know how honourable it is and do not take it lightly.

So Ramanaji is now Ramanabhai.  Don't worry Ramanabhai, I know that 'bhai' in this case is not an underworld don!  I wouldn't expect that of you at all.


  1. Gaelikaa, not alone have you made a very choice in adopting Ramana as your rakhi brother, you have found a true friend for life.

  2. Wise choice! It appears that men treat their sisters better in India than many of them do here in the U.S. On the other hand, the women here don't need nearly as much protection. Could a rakhi brother have helped that poor woman who was forced to have an abortion?

  3. He looks a very nice man. Congratulations on acquiring such a lovely brother.
    I wish we had that over here. It would be really brilliant. Mhhhh...... I wonder who I would choose........

    Nuts in May

  4. Again, always fascinating to learn about this world very different from my own. Congratulations!

  5. I saw 'breaking news!' and rushed right over! How wonderful; a new brother and such a distinguished looking one too. My congratulations to you both. :O)

  6. fascinating. I will have to check out this new brother of yours;)

  7. What a lovely tradition. I am fortunate to have two "real" brothers, one of which always looks out for me, protects me and would do anything for I would do for him.

    I like the idea of a rakhi brother..particularly for those women who don't have someone special and honourable to look out for them.

  8. Congrats ! Congrats ! Congrats !

  9. I am overwhelmed for the sheer unexpectedness of this blog. Thank you Sis, I am honoured to be chosen for the privilege.

  10. I like the idea of an honorary brother. I recently discovered four half-brothers so it might be a bit greedy to seek out even more. I have one adoptive brother and six half brothers already.

  11. Cait O'Connor, Excuse me for LOL about your discovery of 4 half- brothers & would be greedy to ask for a rakhi one right now.

    Ramana has accepted me as a sister & I'm wearing the string/bead tie-on bracelet that I found in a restaurant in India, but didn't give to Lost & Found.

  12. what a very lovely tradition. i am happy for you both!


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