Of Martian wars and Venusian tantrums..

To quote myself (and stand the risk of sounding pompous;-))

'Tis only twice that all men are equal
When they are born and when the soul leaves the body cold

For the sake of fodder for this post let us reaffirm that here, men means mankind in totality, men+women.

What happens in between the end and the beginning
Is food for thought for all the Freudians out there.

Take for example, one such instance

A red signal that they pretend not to notice. A traffic policeman materializes out of thin air. Shrill whistle. Or flaps his hands and stands in the middle of the road.

The guy. Gets off. Is ready to pay the fine, but demands an authentic receipt. Argues. Argues. Argues. Goes to the police chowky. Writes a complaint in proportions fit for a thesis dissertation. Argues. Complains. Involves all the constables in the fiasco. Finally, after an hour and half, gets his way.

The girl. Gets off. Pleads. Pleads. Pleads. If not carrying a license, starts crying. Promises never ever to do it again. Depending upon how stone-hearted the recipient of the outburst is, she can get away without having to cough up the fine. Even if she has to pay it, she wouldn't go to such great lengths to get an authentic receipt, assuming she had thought of asking for one in the first place. Twenty minutes for the episode to end.

The way Victor Hugo would have seen it (to quote him in Les Misérables),
".. all is balanced in necessity"

The way I see it, the world is the Creator's entertainment channel. All in one. Comedy. Drama. Suspense. 24/7.
(Hmmm..this does indeed throw light on all the inexplicable thunder-like sounds off and on. Its got to be the gang up there splitting their sides watching the antics down here)

Current Music : Someday - Nickleback
(Interspersed with the laughter and babble of colleagues nearby. A couple of them have a cubicle decoration competition on :)