Life is a bitch, and my beloved papa embraces death.
But when was life fair? Had it been…wouldn`t Elvis be roaming the streets of Los Angeles and Abraham Lincoln the lanes of Manhattan? By the way, did you know that Lincoln was assassinated in a theatre called Ford when he and his wife were watching a play? It seems when Lincoln`s wife came out of the theatre and she was asked how she felt, she said: “The play`s direction could have been a little better…and they need to improve the lighting.” No, just kidding.
Somebody once said life was like a dog-sled. You need to be the leader dog…otherwise you spend the rest of your life staring at the leader-dog`s ass. True advice indeed.
Talking of advice, I now feel vulnerable. It feels like a matador who has lost his red cloth and is standing exposed to a raging bull. Wish my father were around. He always said life was God`s greatest gift to man. And whenever I complained that life was hard, he would ask: “Compared to what?” I never had a satisfactory answer…but I did remember once replying: “compared to just being a student.”
In an age where most individuals (read Homer Simpson) spend their lives latching on to two phrases – “good idea boss,” “it was like that when I got here” – my father was different. He stood his ground. Well….at least when my mother wasn`t around. I wouldn`t blame him for losing his ground in front of my mother. Most great men lose theirs when in front of their wives. Take me for instance. Didn`t a great poet once say:
Blame me not, for few have held sway,
When pretty girls have come their way.
(And that lame poet is none other yours sincerely)
My father also always said that one needed to believe in something or somebody – the way he believed in me. Pity, I resisted his love till two years back. But now….I believe. I believe I need another drink….