Ramblings: What's My Age Again?

No one believes I'm 21! Not my friends, not my lil brother's friends, not my neighbours, not even my own parents! Just last week, I overheard mum compaining about my erratic sleeping habits, to which dad shook his head and snorted, saying, "Teenagers." Before that, mum, during one of her lectures,- I don't remember what started it... was it the wall hanging I'd ruined by spraying it with water from a hose (I was trying to spray the neighbour's cat) or the book end I'd broken (while trying to hit the same cat, after spraying water at it got boring)- said I was supposed to asct more mature, now that i was at the brink of my Tweens.
"But Mum, I'm 21!"
"No, you're not. That's your brother. And you should learn a thing or two from him." My brother. My younger brother. How do you argue with that?



It's commonplace to hear myself being described as the younger brother. Once, the old lady who lives upstairs in our block, asked me where my big brother was.
"You mean my younger brother. I'm older than him." I said. Heard that before.
"Really? You look like the younger one."
I wanted to say she was probably 500,000th person to point that out, but i just shrugged and said nothing.
"So my niece needs some advice regarding her extra-curriculars for 7th grade. You're in the 8th grade, right?"
"I'm in Dental school," I said, no longer making an effort to hide my exasperation.
"But didn't you just have your 11th birthday?"
"That was 10 years ago!"

I used to think it's because of the way I look, but it's not limited to just that. Take the phone call I received yesterday, for instance. This is how the conversation went:
Anonymous caller: "Hello, may I speak to Dr. Hadi?"
Me: "Sure! absolutely. You don't need my permission!"
Anon: "Umm... Who is this?"
Me: "Wait a minute... you're supposed to say 'Knock! Knock!' first."
Anon: "Uh kid, is there an adult around I can talk to?"
Me: "I'm 21!"
Anon: "Sure you are. I'll call back later."

To be honest, it's not that big a deal. It'll definitely play to my advantage sometime later, when my friends'll look... well, their age, and I'll still look like I'm in my twenties. 

What a weird thing to say... :o

-NH

Ramblings: Of Apes and Suicidal Rats

Human beings are weird. Ha! I didn't make a breakthrough there. It's more like someone saying  a milkshake is made of milk (is it, though?). Merely stating a fact. But what prompted me to make this statement is our ability to adapt to almost every definition of the word 'change'.

Of course, Darwin, well known for his affinity for apes, might argue that his great-great-great-great-great-keep adding 'great' for a little more-grandpa, who was an ape, was equally apt at adapting to changes in his surroundings. You gotta hand it to him. As the first ever Global Representative of the Ape population, he did more than just hand out bananas.

Coming back to the topic, one doesn't require a very high IQ (judging by the fact that even I figured it out) to see that change is part of our daily routine. No day is exactly the same as the following day, or the day before. For instance, take the pile of dirty laundry that sits in the middle of the room I share with my brother. It keeps getting bigger everyday. And smellier. Especially smellier. One time, it smelt so bad, like something had crawled under the pile and died. Afraid that we were hiding a dead body in our room, Mum had us clean it under her supervision. That's how we found the dead rat, with its head stuck in my bro's underpants. It must've been suicidal. Only the suicidal and insane (and the suicidally insane, obv.) mess with my bro's laundry, much less stick their face all the way in.

Kidding. There was no dead rat (it was a mouse). The point to remember here, is that small changes are  regular feature of our daily lives, and we hardly notice those. That shows malleability. And that I'm repeating myself 'cause I'm out words and brain cells.

Oh well. 'Til next time.

Perks of being messy: save up on anti-theft devices :P 

-NH

Ramblings: The Yearly Blog

My ridiculously long absences from this blog irks both me and my scant following. But it's reaped great suggestions from my friends. One of them said I should call it 'The Yearly Blog' since I post pretty much once each year. Another said, "How can you be so inconsistent?" and followed it up with, "You're so full of crap all the time." Two very good points.

Even though I'm kinda tempted to change the name of this blog to the suggested one, I won't. I like the current name. It makes absolutely no sense. I feel the name should reflect the kind of nonsense I post on this blog. Having said that, I might change the name, to something even more meaningless. Hey, it's not my fault, OK? My parents changed my name thrice too!

I have a lot of ideas for this blog. You see, I'm never short of ideas. My friends know that. They always come to me for 'em. Just a few days back, my friend Hasan wanted an instant cure for this really bad headache. I told him some fun facts about STDs that I'd just learnt in microbiology and then I showed him some really gross pictures of 'em. After a while, he said he felt sick, and swore (quite profanely) never to have sex. I got him to forget about his headache and even choose abstinence as the way to go. See what I did there?
I gotta admit, though. Sometimes these sparks of brilliance do backfire. Like when I tried to make up for my sleep debt, during AS level preps. I got straight Bs, my academic Lowest. The silver lining: I was wide awake, at my cognitive and functional best during the exams. With a profoundly empty head. Ok, really not much of a silver lining.

I kinda pulled an Eric Matthews there (Boy Meets World reference). :P

Coming back to the topic, I have a lot of ideas (read: stupid ideas) for this blog. So you might be seeing some changes soon. Or maybe not. I'm very very VERY lazy. Ok then. See ya next year! ^_^

Just kidding! Umm... there may be a chance I'm not, though. Gah! Whatever! :P

-NH