Ole! The 7 signs of aging

I love plagiarism, the title says it doesn't it? Well, if you don't see it then you haven't been following advertisements enough!

The 7 classic signs of aging...

1. You meet a friend. The conversation starts off like this... "Hey, wassup? How's work?"
I'm guessing that "wassup" is the modern equivalent of the Anglo Saxon "How do you do". The most appropriate response to "How do you do" is "How do you do" itself. I feel that people who use the word "wassup" as a greeting should get accustomed to receiving that as the reply.
Either that or stop using it!

2. Alternately, all your thoughts can be mapped (directly or indirectly) to 2 of the universe's most-asked questions - "What am I doing in my life?", and "What am I going to do?". An amazing insight into our myopic view in the infinite universe...

3. If you have the habit of writing a daily diary and you happen to go through the "dear diary" moments. That by itself is a sign.

4. You see those moments passing before your eyes as if it were eons ago that you had read them to even recall them. The worst is when you feel like you were back in school in History class!

5. Its at least once in a month, when the weekend is dedicated to "cleaning" or at least the thought sways into your mind. I love loops, loopholes. The effect of writing the ocassional piece of code at work is seen here, perhaps. These bouts of cleaning lead you to finding the diary. Loop to point 3 and 4, just dont form an infinite loop!

6. You listen to a song, a not-so-recent song. You remember the year that song released. You remember almost dreamily all the people around you when you listened to that song back then. You try to imagine how different you looked back then (The Time Machine, where's my time machine....Oh yes, somebody stole mine to answer this question - "If the universe were to start over from scratch, and all the conditions that created life were to happen again, would life spring up?").

7. This last one came up just as I had my lunch. Every third topic you discuss over lunch involves crazy bosses or politics. This one's like the last nail on the coffin. I recall about (No, I don't want to put in a number here) years ago, I hated it when the elders at home would want to watch a redundant, cyclic (alliteration?) news programme and would not want me to watch the cartoon. I cant recall how many years it has been since I watched cartoons...(Thank god for sports channels).

Last week, I was watching over my 6 year old nephew and his friend. The friend came up to me asking me to resolve the little situation they had there. He addressed me as uncle. I can't deny that I was a bit taken aback by that. My nephew immediately came to my rescue or I thought. He corrected his friend, saying, "he's anna not uncle! Uncle is only after marriage!!!".

Well indeed, even if Einstien's theory of relativity were to be false or proved wrong, I see all the time, that time is relative....

Jurassic Park Revisited

On the 3 rd of September, I blogged on being in the Jurassic Park...
In case you need to refresh what the Jurassic Park was about, don't use F5, the link works...


"Did you study in NPS?". The question that posed before emanated from a friend of my aunt. Although, at times I do feel like running away from the question in denial, I cant deny that having been educated at National Public School has its benefits. It leaves those who didn't manage to get it fervently admiring your achievement. I think the only achievement I've had at that place was to survive the whole ordeal.

Anyways, the purpose of writing this piece was not to criticize the school and its ways because at the end of it all, I know its done me more good than bad. So bless 'em all!

Getting back to the question posed, I acknowledged my education with a nod. The reason the lady had asked me this was to know if it would be "good" to enroll her child there for the Montessary. Well, almost unwillingly, but because of the truth and not wanting to let the place down, I accepted and propagated the ultimate truth (which was kinda bitter) that NPS was indeed a place for the finest education that one can expect.

The dinosaur was whipping its tail, yet again as the ground shook and the skies were filled with the dust from all the thrashing. People asking me if the school was good! God, I felt old. The worst part was getting an apparent jealous statement that my kids wouldnt have a problem getting in. What was this woman thinking!! I'm close to 25, not in a serious relationship and she talks of kids! Gawd the tail took a swipe at me....

This too wasnt the shocker. Next came the discussion of the syllabus at the montessary level. Oh yes, this is my favorite topic for tea time conversations (In case you missed out, thats sarcasm staring you in the face!). Guess my electrical engineering degree helped me sustain the shocks one after the other considering I had a couple of nasty shocks(real ones, in the sense, they are more physical than these) in the labs.

Well, this ones going to be a shocker. Apparently, they started exploring basics of geometry in montessary. By "basics" I am not referring to the idea of a triangle having three sides. I am referring to the pythogoras theorem. Oh yes, really. And if the kid gets that, good for the kid. They even attempt square roots. What in the name of satan are they doing? Manufacturing 5 year old Newtons??

At this point for the first time, I was happy to be in Jurassic Park. I was happy to have been born earlier, for having had what can now be concluded as "sane" years in schooling, a "normal" life...The dinosaur's even smiling now...Thats the silver lining in the cloud of dust...