Banana Leaf Indian Rice
Why the worry?
Have some curry!
A mouthful of basmati rice.
You would feel rather nice.
Vege on banana leaf.
Mental stress go on leave.
Mutton varuval and papadam?
Prayer and thanks till KINGdom come!
The Majority Rule
I recently was fined $900 for cycling my electric bicyle on the pedestrian pavement. It was definitely the work of two portable surveillance CCTVs. So a full-month wage of doing food delivery would be gone. It felt like I worked for nothing. Of course, I was lawfully breaking the law. A law that was passed as a result of a handful of fatalities and injuries. A law that restricted my speed limit to 25km/h and consigned me to the tarmac where I scurried among the cars, the buses, the lorries. A law that made me always wonder if I would live on for another day. I guess some individuals would glee at my financial misfortune. The same people who were always eager to videocam offenses and preached about human safety. The majority voice who decided an electric cyclist’s mortality was of lesser value than a pedestrian’s.
OCD Haiku
Once is sufficient.
Twice for extra certainty.
Thrice forevermore.
For the Love of Money.
There were 10 pieces of money in the economy. There were 2 men with their families in the country. Both men worked hard to feed and care for their families. However, 1 of them worked overtime and soon ended up with 9 pieces of money. He laughed and exclaimed “I am the richest person in the country!”. The one with 1 money could now only afford to buy food and nothing else. Not long after, the poor man, to pay for his son’s ailments, sold off his land to the rich man. The rich man exclaimed “Now I am the Lord of this land!”.
Is hoarding all the wealth of the world the right thing to do? If money can satisfy your soul, a few bucks would do. Nay, use your excessive wealth to bless the poor, and follow JESUS. Only HE can complete you.
Sagiike Pond, Nara.
Zero Fit
Today I walked into an Indian Barber and left with a new hair terminology. All I wanted was a usual haircut that would make me look like I’ve just enlisted with the army. This new young guy, on a slightly weighty side, took twice the time to shorten my hair. He’s not as fast and fluid as the older guys, so maybe he’s still raw? I was the last customer before he’d go for his lunch, as earlier, he had told an upcoming customer to “come later”. He seemed to be on his last leg before running out of calories. I didn’t mind the speed. I wished he’d given me a quick massage before ending his job with me. What came as a shocker was that he had asked for 20 bucks, stating something about “Zero Fit”. Depending on locations of the barbers I visit or just barber luck, I’ll be charged either $8 or $10. So today, I was levied twice the amount for a new marketing terminology. I’m convinced a haircut is just that: cut the hair, make it shorter, or balder. I did not request this young guy to make me look like Lady Gaga. A haircut is a haircut is a haircut, no matter what marketing cowdung those experts told you. No amount of hairstyle or hairdo or clothings will make me a better glorified human. Only hardships and GOD can do that. I’ve lived almost 5 decades of lifetime to understand this. I think that this young chap will soon arrive at Zero Customer. Not every person was born Bill Gates or Warren Buffett. You can’t always catch customers who think they’re superior cause they got a phone with a fruit logo on the back. Someday, these same folks will literally grow old out of this fallacy. With rising inflation and shrinking income and creeping political madness, cheap and good is the wisdom of the age. Don’t let any advertising crap tells you otherwise.