Baby Me

When I was younger and I mean like 9-10 I used to live in Saudi Arabia where I attended the Indian Embassy School in Dhahran. My Dad used to work there as a Radiologist and my mom used to teach at my school.

I was a good student even then, the days spent reading books from the library instead of out playing with the other kids meant that often, I would already know more about a topic than the rest of the class. I remember now, they used to call me 'scientist' which is funny considering how I am studying Finance right now.

Anyway, they would have these yearly meetings where the parents would come and meet the teachers and could get an update as to how their child was faring at school. And every year they would say the same thing about me; "Oh yes, he is very bright, and does well in school, but he is always day dreaming in class" Now because of this, my parents eventually stopped going because there was nothing new they'd ever say.

A consequence of this was that my parents would always ask why I would day dream in class, and I never could answer them. They eventually started asking me whether I was worried about my wife and kids that I had left back in India. Needless to say the thought of marrying a girl and having kids is not a great one for a 10 year old boy who still hasn't developed an interest in women. I mean this was still the 'girls have cooties' days.

this is what I looked like back then, a far cry from now :)

As I have grown up, this day dreaming has somewhat gone away and in its stead I have a new hobby. When I like something, I concentrate totally on it, its like I get a single minded devotion toward achieving what I want, and this is good when it means I study well or end up doing something worthwhile. The problem is that when I am like this, I obsess over my goal, trying to make sure that everything goes according to plan. And I don't use that word 'obsess' lightly, I seriously over-think like crazy to a point where I start annoying people.

They still ask me this question(about my still non-existent wife and kids) and I laugh. This tells me that they still think of me as their little awkward kid. I love them for this :)

Anyway, this obsessing is apparently a form of OCD (self-diagnosed)

And this is all that I wanted to say.