Sunday, October 31, 2004
Probably nutted when i wrote this.. ha ha.. apologies for posting it here.. reckoned it was highly amusing.
Life for many in the vast masses is not one of perfect tranquility. Au Contraire, many of the populace, at least the small proportion of the populace that forces its company on me - loosely based on which i make sweeping generalisations, is but a seething cauldron of discontent. If one indulges in the very rewarding activity of cooking, I could provide a fine example. Mind you, Iam not referring to a chef de culinaire of some sort - even the novice cook who cooks when his wife is away on a sunday would relate to the example I allude to - simply a frying pan with some wetness in it with merely a few drops of oil contributing to the violent mixture - one hears a crackle as the fire heats the pan and nature contrives to cretae a vitriolic explosive mixture. THAT is what the significant portion of the populace resembles when i say 'a seething cauldron of discontent'
Life, this unsatisfied lot contend has not blessed them with the right things one needs in life. Now let us for a few minutes turn our collective attentions to the right things in life. What, one is tempted to interrogate, make up these "right things in life"? Some might think its money - these are the practical sort of coves which the poetic philosophical soul abhors. Hardly the type we should spend valuable time discussing. Yet others think its brains thats important - the old ticking gray matter that decides just about everything one does and how one does what he does. Consumption of copious amounts of fish, apart from simplifying digestion, acts as a fine fertlizer for the old geezer inside the safe haven that is the skull. However useful a quick and large brain that ticks on seriously in all matters could be, in my humble opinion, it pales in comparison to the usefulness of a quick wit. This coupled with an inane ability to laugh at oneself is just what the doctor orders for an ailing soul. Propensity for laughter is what keeps the world going. Laughter being the best medicine is a saying that comes to mind. This might have been an adequate phrase in the goold old days of yore (if at all) when medicine was a culinary delight and the favourite afternoon snack consisted of a pint of cough syrup. When John admonished his son Johnson for feigning illness just so he could have a taste of the new medicine in town. These are the days when medicine is something only taken when circumstances make it a necessity and the taste buds recoil at the prospect of medicine. The phrase then is woefully inadequate in modern times. Laughter is a healing balm that soothes not only the aching soul but is also a welcome companion in cheery times. I suggest they change it to something like "laughter is the best handphone" or something like that - just to reflect changing times and what these days is a constant companion to us..
I for one am always willing to share a laugh. My life has been singularly embellished with a plethora of laughing moments and though a lot of them have been at me instead of with me, I will jolly well relate these experiences at any time anecdotally on a long rainy afternoon. In fact, contrary to public opinion, my favourite practice to while away time is not exercising my size 9.5(UK size) feet on the dance floor moving to the latest and greatest in the bing bang world of clubs. Even my pints - which I love dearly - do not sweeten the taste buds as fine when I endeavour in such debauchery. Instead, the pint tasteth sweetest when in the comforting company of an attentive, humorous ear and as the sound of laughter rings and pervades the sound waves - making the air around the room vibrate, in response to a well timed anecdote of mine, THAT is when I feel light as a feather, fit as a fiddle, fresh as a spring flower, fragrant as a bottle of 2002 bordeaux.
Not to say the feeling of tapping my feet to the rhythm of the newest r&b dancefloor hit - something like "iam da daddy and you mah bitch" or the dance chart hit - "la di da li la" or the latin chart hit "she sucks me like a butterflty" - all these activities rouse a different side that a poetic soul might take as the coarse baser instincts. They entertain elevate and exhilirate beyond anything else, but therein lies my great argument, they do so not because of the rushing adrenalin or even the satisfied hum of testosterone raging through the body in the presence of nubile females, that invariably accompanies such dancing. Instead the sheer gaiety as one cuts a debonair figure on the floor, stems from seeing Polly next to you smile at you from the corner of her eye just as Daisy discreetly skips around to dance next to you - it is the smile and the laughter. It may well be said that the smiling and the laughing is nothing but a sign of other things - the sound of the rushing adrenaline and satsified hum of testosterone. Tell me though, without the laughter where will the sound of either of them be heard? Fun, laughter and joy - the essence of the spirit, the ultimate end to any human activity, the elixir that fills any arid, thirsting heart!
Ah - you've read through all that bilge? That, my friend is a sign of patience - another great quality that pays to be cultivated young. It, however, falls well outside the ambit of the current passage to test your limits in this admirable quality. Go search and seek out laughter where you can find it - and where you cannot, inspire instigate and illuminate the conversation with it!! I, meanwhile will go look for my Polly ;)
Life for many in the vast masses is not one of perfect tranquility. Au Contraire, many of the populace, at least the small proportion of the populace that forces its company on me - loosely based on which i make sweeping generalisations, is but a seething cauldron of discontent. If one indulges in the very rewarding activity of cooking, I could provide a fine example. Mind you, Iam not referring to a chef de culinaire of some sort - even the novice cook who cooks when his wife is away on a sunday would relate to the example I allude to - simply a frying pan with some wetness in it with merely a few drops of oil contributing to the violent mixture - one hears a crackle as the fire heats the pan and nature contrives to cretae a vitriolic explosive mixture. THAT is what the significant portion of the populace resembles when i say 'a seething cauldron of discontent'
Life, this unsatisfied lot contend has not blessed them with the right things one needs in life. Now let us for a few minutes turn our collective attentions to the right things in life. What, one is tempted to interrogate, make up these "right things in life"? Some might think its money - these are the practical sort of coves which the poetic philosophical soul abhors. Hardly the type we should spend valuable time discussing. Yet others think its brains thats important - the old ticking gray matter that decides just about everything one does and how one does what he does. Consumption of copious amounts of fish, apart from simplifying digestion, acts as a fine fertlizer for the old geezer inside the safe haven that is the skull. However useful a quick and large brain that ticks on seriously in all matters could be, in my humble opinion, it pales in comparison to the usefulness of a quick wit. This coupled with an inane ability to laugh at oneself is just what the doctor orders for an ailing soul. Propensity for laughter is what keeps the world going. Laughter being the best medicine is a saying that comes to mind. This might have been an adequate phrase in the goold old days of yore (if at all) when medicine was a culinary delight and the favourite afternoon snack consisted of a pint of cough syrup. When John admonished his son Johnson for feigning illness just so he could have a taste of the new medicine in town. These are the days when medicine is something only taken when circumstances make it a necessity and the taste buds recoil at the prospect of medicine. The phrase then is woefully inadequate in modern times. Laughter is a healing balm that soothes not only the aching soul but is also a welcome companion in cheery times. I suggest they change it to something like "laughter is the best handphone" or something like that - just to reflect changing times and what these days is a constant companion to us..
I for one am always willing to share a laugh. My life has been singularly embellished with a plethora of laughing moments and though a lot of them have been at me instead of with me, I will jolly well relate these experiences at any time anecdotally on a long rainy afternoon. In fact, contrary to public opinion, my favourite practice to while away time is not exercising my size 9.5(UK size) feet on the dance floor moving to the latest and greatest in the bing bang world of clubs. Even my pints - which I love dearly - do not sweeten the taste buds as fine when I endeavour in such debauchery. Instead, the pint tasteth sweetest when in the comforting company of an attentive, humorous ear and as the sound of laughter rings and pervades the sound waves - making the air around the room vibrate, in response to a well timed anecdote of mine, THAT is when I feel light as a feather, fit as a fiddle, fresh as a spring flower, fragrant as a bottle of 2002 bordeaux.
Not to say the feeling of tapping my feet to the rhythm of the newest r&b dancefloor hit - something like "iam da daddy and you mah bitch" or the dance chart hit - "la di da li la" or the latin chart hit "she sucks me like a butterflty" - all these activities rouse a different side that a poetic soul might take as the coarse baser instincts. They entertain elevate and exhilirate beyond anything else, but therein lies my great argument, they do so not because of the rushing adrenalin or even the satisfied hum of testosterone raging through the body in the presence of nubile females, that invariably accompanies such dancing. Instead the sheer gaiety as one cuts a debonair figure on the floor, stems from seeing Polly next to you smile at you from the corner of her eye just as Daisy discreetly skips around to dance next to you - it is the smile and the laughter. It may well be said that the smiling and the laughing is nothing but a sign of other things - the sound of the rushing adrenaline and satsified hum of testosterone. Tell me though, without the laughter where will the sound of either of them be heard? Fun, laughter and joy - the essence of the spirit, the ultimate end to any human activity, the elixir that fills any arid, thirsting heart!
Ah - you've read through all that bilge? That, my friend is a sign of patience - another great quality that pays to be cultivated young. It, however, falls well outside the ambit of the current passage to test your limits in this admirable quality. Go search and seek out laughter where you can find it - and where you cannot, inspire instigate and illuminate the conversation with it!! I, meanwhile will go look for my Polly ;)
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