A Not-So-Mind-Boggling Fact About the
Brain – Malavika Rajesh; 8 A
Imagine this scenario: You waking up in the morning and dressing in a sleepy daze and suddenly an
alarm bell goes in your brain: project submission - today! And I haven't done it! That sleepiness
knocks out of you as you desperately try to think of some way to remedy your hopeless situation.
Let's face it: we are just ordinary people with not-so-great IQs whose brain works worse than most
times in the morning. Our brains go into some dark corners to grope around for a solution that
would be passable...and aha! Ultimate solution: if I see a pair of mynahs and not just one while
waiting for my bus, that pair of mynahs will fly (in fast track) and wipe out the memory of this
project from The Torturer's (A.K.A teacher) brain with their wings.
How you see yourself at your bus stop: A youngster looking around for birds (especially mynahs)
standing in pairs, blinded by the extreme stringency of his/her teacher (like they say in the movies)
How others see you at your bus stop: Some random girl/boy - and not so good looking at that - with
eyes darting everywhere and cursing constantly at every one bird he/she sees desperately requiring
mental aid.
Let's face it, this is no new story for any one of us! All of us have done it and will continue doing it!
We know it's stupid but we know it's inevitable in our lives! How many of you have felt that your
please's and prayers are insufficient and you commence the tedious ritual all over again? What
about the black-cat-which-comes-in-your-way thing? Or how about all those cars you crane your
neck to see if a blue one or a red one comes into view with hopes that your school is burnt down?
The human brain is the most intelligent and all that but come on: some stuff make it incredibly
stupid too! There is a name for this: obsessive compulsive disorder. I feel everybody has a light - not
chronic, not contagious - case of this. Perhaps we are born with it. Nothing is perfect anyway, like all
the great people (who are near damn perfect) say.
Then there's that miracle that sometimes happens: you DO see the two mynahs, you DO see the red
car, you DON'T see the black cat, and wonderfully, there's your teacher, not breathing a word
about the project. This happens, like, forty percent of the time. The rest sixty percent is mainly
about that moment when you're atlast sitting back, convinced that she's forgotten, when suddenly,
she gives you the Death Stare and says, "Class, please submit your projects...(here comes the word,
here comes the dreaded word)...NOW!" And although we know that this bitter disappointment can,
occasionally, greet us, we'll never stop doing it, will we?
Come on, it's probably something about that disorder! We aren't stupid (or are we?)!