Life

Thursday, September 29, 2005 on the Society blog.

Well, all my friends are in Goa( yes, Goa!) and as i'm sitting here wondering what it would be like to have my own pet dog, I remembered that I had promised Neon one good Society post before he returned. Now u all know how i love doing nothing and i was too busy doing nothing to write a blog post this whole week. Neon returns tomorrow and this is my last chance to post something. Being isolated for a week has given me the opprtunity to think about Life and Everything. So here goes...

I often feel life is like an onion... it smells, it's made up of many layers and it makes you cry. You can also buy a dozen for Rs15 only. I quote from the best book of all time, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy which says about the Earth,
"This planet had a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem and most of them were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy."

Another question that i was joblessly thinking about was "Why were we created?". I don't refer only to us but the Earth and everything on it. I mean what is the point. We live, we die and no one really cares what goes on in between. We believe( rather some of us believe) in a God. Well , then what does God get out of creating us. What's his profit, his purpose and more importantly where is his toilet?
Going back to God; who thought of this guy/girl/hommie anyway. Does he/she/(?) exist? If so why? And more importantly can we sue him?
Another question that bothers me is that if there is a God, then why in hell(?) did he make man imperfect? Wouldn't it be better for everyone if he made us perfect in the beginning? But that leads us to the question of whether God is a sadist.
I was introspecting never suspecting that my toast was burning, I will conclude, don't be rude and don't bother asking whether God is nude.

P.S. People say I'm weird, I say Life is weirder, but Cabbage is the weirdest.

ciao for now,
Meson Lurk.(In keeping spirit with the anagram craze)

May the force be with you.