Life is a sexually transmitted disease.

Ronald David Laing said that. And I agree with him.

What do we take home when we all die? Nothing. Why then do we grapple for material things for three-fourths of our lives…and realize we were all doing wrong when our sons/ daughters prison us in cheap old age homes?

I don`t expect an answer from you. After all, Buddha himself did not get an answer to this question when he asked his followers 2,500 years ago. Perhaps, because then there were no old-age homes.

I love my life. The only regret is, I should have been my wife Rekha, and she should have been me. That would have been real fun. Presently, because she is she …life is one trouble after another. Or should I say one trouble over another.

Life is not what was painted by the likes of Williams Shakesphere (sometimes, I wonder if he was a CIA agent based out of London), Mark Twain or our own Rabindranath Tagore (I use his name because he is the only old, wise man I remember). It is a bore. What better proof can I present before the jury than the fact that you guys are reading this pathetic Blog.

Throughout our lives we run after pleasure – of all kinds. Financial pleasure being the most sought after because it can buy the other kinds of pleasure. Little do we realize that man doesn`t need money to be happy.

Perhaps because I have enough money for the rest of my life, I am a happy man. That is, till Rekha decides to buy something.

Here is a small poem (or haiku) that I wrote thinking of my life (some call it wife)…

What is life,
Without a wife?
What is life,
Without a strife?

I know you probably think Osama can write a better poem on a bomb. (He sure can…it is easy to write a poem on a bomb. You just need a pencil.)

Still reading? You must have left when I first mentioned that my Blog was a bore…anyways now that you have stuck on…keep reading. As I was saying…life is pathetic. But as they say of all Rajini movie it is a must-see. At least once.

I wonder how boring an average Joe`s life must be. I know a few think that I live a rocking life…and only I know how boring I can be. The only person who can challenge me is my neighbor and he is a life insurance agent!

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