I can't think because it demands effort

I can't imagine life without some crazy buggers.. Like my brothers and few ppl at college.

My 12 year old brother is totally English ever since he returned from UK. What with his high and mighty attitude and his incomprehensible accent, nobody bothers to listen to him. He doesn't listen to you anyway. But there's only one way to get him to pay attention to you. Call him "dude".
"Dude I want to listen to the commentary!!"
"Akka! Don't call me dude!!"
"Why dude?"
"Dude is the foreskin of a camel."
Uh?? Blink blink. Wogay... I wonder which Buddha enlightened him

My 7 year old brother is plenty interested in going through my cupboard, borrowing my stuff, not returning them and watching me hunt for it.. He just happens to think that my lip balm happens to make the best ever lubricant for his roller skates. Don't ask what happened to the lip balm thereafter.

My 21 year old goose of a brother, whom I happen to adore simply for the fact that he can make me laugh and is always watching my back, is the second laziest person I know.. Make him laugh when he's drinking water. He'll spit it out, ask you to fetch more water for him to drink because it's your fault that he spit it out in the first place, and since you made him spit it out, you better clean it up too.. Once you do clean it up, he'd wish that the water had remained on the floor so he can watch someone slip and dislocate their hip. So he'll ask for some more water - to pour on the floor...He'd yell at the top of his voice, so much so that you'd think drinking water must be banned (his voice ought to be banned more likely).. But he told me in private, in whispers, "That's how you get ppl to work for you." Not surprisingly, he's right. That's how he extracts work from his brother who happens to be the third laziest person I know..

Speaking of whom, he's adorable too. For always letting me have my own way. He hasn't got the slightest clue about anything..Like today, when once again grandpa thrust Kamba Ramayanam at me, urging me to prepare for IAS.. As I kept muttering darkly, cursing Valmiki and Kamban and the rest of their kind, my bro perked his ears up..
"Akka, who is valmiki? I've heard of him."
And suddenly I'm seized with a desire to tell him to go ask grandpa.. Grandpa will be so bothered by this that I could prolly ignore kamban and his works and still not be lectured for it.

"Akka, is he a fighter? Does he wrestle??"
Now I spit water out.
"Uh?" I splutter.
"Is he an actor? Maybe he's a member of a band.."
The pet is seriously thinking hard. He turned to look at me, with that far away look still in his eyes.
"Who is he akka? Give me a clue and stop laughing!!!"
I struggle to speak. I can't form words. But at last I gain control of myself.
"A poet."
"Oh.. what did he write? Any movie songs?"
More splutter...