Tagged by Veenz

I have been tagged again, this time by Veenz...!
The title of the tag was supposed to be seven random things about me, which was then modified to seven weird things about oneself by Veenz.

Assuming that theres hardly anything left to be spoken about me, I will stick to the previous one, random things...and if they turn out to be weird, so be it. Its like "Do Shikaari ek Shikaar karte hain." :-P

1. There was a point in time, when my voice sounded exactly like my dad's. People couldn't distinguish, not only our hellos, but also our conversations. To give you a parallel analogy, it was like meeting a set Siamese of twins for the first time and not know whom you are talking, Appoo or Pappoo. A very close friend of mine called me up, and wanted me to help her get her talking to a guy. Unfortunately, my dad picked up, and for fifteen minutes, all my dad did was to explain her that it was not Suneer who is on line but his dad. She thought I was playing a prank, as I usually did then, and kept saying, "Suneer, shut up, eough is enough, I wanted to talk about that guy...." And my dad kept saying, "Suneer's not at home...." This was almost eleven years ago, and she still goes pink in embarassment when my dad reminds her of that incident. Fortunately, there have been many others who have borne the brunt.

2. The last time I cried on seeing the Indian cricket team lose was when I was in Vth, when India lost a Test to South Africa. I went on to think that my life has so many problems, studies, crushes and watching India lose.
I don't know why.

3. When I was in VIIIth, I was, what our school called it then, a Member of Parliament. I think it would be an equivalent of a Head Boy or something. They - rest of the students - said, I was pretty strict and a disciplinarian, and complained to the class prof. I resigned after that in huff. Typically political naah!?

4. I needed to go to my friend's house once. His colony was huge, and instead of going to his block - which was G - I entered the F block. As luck would have it, the name plate in that block had an entry against my friend's name. Without thinking twice, I rung the bell. The door was opened by people I did not recognise.
"Err, aunty is S at home?"
Now, remember, S is my friend's name, and by sheer coincidence, S was also this house owner's name.
"Naah beta, S has gone to work."
WORK??? S has started working? We are all in our second year of graduation, and this guy has already started working without telling us. I break myself out of my reverie.
"Working aunty? Where?" Remember, I am standing in front of an unknown person, and I have just asked, where does her son work. Awesome.
"Same place he has been working for the last four years." A totally confused lady in front of me. I am even more so.
I realised something was fishy. I ask again, "Aunty is this SK's house?" I use the surname this time.
She looks at me, yes, it is SK's house. Yeah, so there were two SKs in that colony. It took another couple of minutes for this to hit me.
"Ok aunty. Sorry, I think I am looking at a very thin looking student by the name of SK."
"Aah, I think you should try the next block then."

Little did I realise that the name on the name plate, should not have been my friend's, but his parents'. My friends were is splits later, but till date think I was kidding about the incident. I am not!

5. It usually takes a lot for people to get me to swear at 'em.

6. I am generally a strong believer in the maxim, "To each, his/her own."

7. A month or two before my XIIth Boards, I had adjusted my study time table around the Indian cricket team's trip to New Zealand, where the matches would begun at 3 a.m. IST. By the end of tour, my body clock was so badly messed up, that I thought I am going to end up screwing my Board examinations.

Done Veenajee!
Took me some time thinking of all these incidents. It was like cleaning my cobwebs away! Now I shall soon tag some others.