Brother’s 60th Birthday Speech

How My Little Brother Outsmarted Me:

Good evening, everyone.

I am Denzil, Rohitha’s big brother.

And when I say big, I mean it. I’m nearly a decade older than my brother. Yes, exactly eight years and nine months.

My brother aged three.

Back to my brother, we didn’t grow up together for long. I left Sri Lanka when he was thirteen. He was so sad to see me go, Or maybe he was just happy to get rid of me.

I’m very proud of my brother. He’s the most intelligent and calming guy I know. He was the first kid in our neighbourhood to graduate and get a Ph.D.

But you know what? He wasn’t always like that. When he was little, like seven or eight years old, he was a bit slow. He couldn’t even play chess properly. He kept begging me to teach him, but I thought he was too young and dumb. I tried to ignore him, but he wouldn’t stop nagging me. He even asked my father to teach him, but my father brushed aside this little kid.

But my brother was persistent. He kept bugging our father until he finally gave in and taught him the basics of chess. And then something unique happened. My brother learned the game in no time. He started playing with me every day after school.

At first, I beat him easily. It was fun to watch him struggle and make silly mistakes. But then he started getting better and better. He learned new moves and tricks that I had never seen before. He surprised me with his cleverness and creativity.

And then, one day, it happened. He beat me. My little brother beat me at chess. I couldn’t believe it. It was a shock to my system. How could this happen? How could he be smarter than me?

But it didn’t stop there. He kept beating me every time we played. He became a master of chess, while I became a loser. He made me look like a fool in front of everyone.

I was so embarrassed I decided to quit chess altogether. I told him I had more important things to do, like studying and hanging out with friends.

But he didn’t care. He smiled and said, “OK, AYYA, whatever you say.”

That was the end of chess with my little brother.

But that was not the end of his genius.

I brought him a Rubik’s cube, the puzzle craze of the seventies. I thought it would be a nice gift for him, something to challenge his young mind and keep him busy.

But guess what? He solved it in a minute.

A minute!

It took me ten times more time to solve Rubik’s cube, and he solved the whole thing in a minute! He was just thirteen.

He was a prodigy and a wizard.

He could have been Sri Lanka’s champion of speedcubers, if there was such a thing back then.

That was my little brother for you.

The smartest guy I know.

The guy who is turning 60.

Happy birthday, ROHITHA!

You’re the best brother anyone could ask for.

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