It has Begun, More to Come

The Daily Post’s writing prompt Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other has asked us to write a six-word story about what we think the future holds for us, and then expand on it.

Here’s my six word story:

Aging has Begun, More to Come

Now please don’t tell me to elaborate on this little story too much.  Such cruel reminders touch a raw nerve and it can get painful.  Painful to think about which nuts and bolts have started to go lose; which part of brain is beginning to fuse. And then I’ll start wondering when did this aging began?

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Painting: Aging Hourglass

Do we begin to age soon after we are born, or is that process called growing in age?  Which means till our mid-twenties we continue to grow and bloom. In fact at that age we don’t even think we are ever going to grow old. But it’s an inevitable decline thereon.  So, aging is not when our back clearly shows the stoop or our head is full of grey. Aging is the whole process of going downhill, that begins with the cellular changes soon after youth; with the onset of grey hair or with growing aches and pains in our bones.

Basically, after achieving peak of adulthood, soon begins a slow degeneration of body assets given to us by nature.  Oxidation, free-radicals or whatever chemical reasons bring it on, it just has to happen. It’s a different issue that most of us are created imperfect by nature. Hence other than aging, it is genetics and our individual environment that’s the reason of ill-health and imperfection but aging certainly further deteriorates this imperfection. Aging may also onset some new disease in those body parts that we always assumed to be perfect, till at some stage we may lose these organs altogether.

Teeth show aging.  Even some children do not have perfect teeth, and even at the prime of youth many people have teeth full of holes that have been medically filled.  But it’s a different issue.  One day, teeth will fall off and never come back. Now that’s what is frightening.  Right now, my teeth are more or less the same as they’ve been for years. They did go through some early repair work, a root canal and couple of fillings.  But it’s different from what’s to come in the future.

Worsening eye-sight is generally an early sign of aging.  But then again, these days even children wear specs and contacts, and laser surgeries are common.  Between the age of 25 and 30, I had already developed Myopia or nearsightedness. Glasses though I had, I hardly ever wore them. Based on this neglect, my eyes-sight should have gone worse in all these years. Surprisingly it hasn’t but for how long will it be like that?  It’s been different for farsightedness. Till two years ago I didn’t need reading glasses. Now I most certainly do. My mother says, aging is not just about changed vision but also about problems like cataract and glaucoma so we should take care. And how do we do that?

These days hair problems too are not merely age-related as they begin in youth itself, thanks to harsh colorants. But aging adds to it. As in my case, my hair that were once my asset, are not very glossy anymore. Hair fall is another problem. Greying that began a decade ago is bound to increase in future. Hair-colour makes them dull and not using a colour will make aging visible. I do not like to colour them all the time so sometimes I let them be.

There will be skin changes in future. As such my skin was never my asset, for I didn’t have peaches and cream complexion that some other family members had. Moreover it’s always been neglected. Funnily, whatever little signs of wri*k*ing (that began whenever it did), are somehow not getting any worse. But who knows the future?

Other than these vain cosmetic criteria, there is inner health that counts more.  Again, whatever health problems I have right now, have always been there. I learnt to cope with them and I haven’t developed anything new lately.

Overall I feel I’m kind of stuck in time but for how long will this state continue?  If aging began years ago, it was slow, it paused off and on…but it will eventually reappear and take charge brutishly, what with all the defense mechanisms gone weak. That’s why the whole world fears aging.

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Was that a dreadful rant?  Sure it was. Actually it was just my little story gone wrong.  I don’ t worry that much about appearance and I am happy with natural aging. Moreover I try not to hang around much with people who bother too much about these things.

And yet it is life itself that we truly wish to seek; a happy and healthy life at that. Hence I’ll change my six-word story:

Life has begun, More to come

Or

Happiness has begun, More to come

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To drown in Wine and Poetry

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Woman and Wine

Ditched by a bad hen
He immersed not in his tears
Soused himself in wine

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Hooked to Tears

Poetry that pours out
From the core of a weeping heart
Addictive as wine

(addictive to the writer as well as the reader)

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These were my two Haiku poems for:  Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge 61. Have a look at Ronovan’s site. You too can take part in Haiku Challenge.

Words provided this week:  Wine & Tears

Copyright © 2015 Alka Girdhar

To pill or not to pill

Looking at the way people consider cooking as a chore, I have manufactured a short and simple solution, a pill to take care of our basic need of eating food at regular intervals.

Although there already are too many hunger-killing as well as hunger enhancing food items in the shops, they do not serve the purpose. These hunger-killing shakes, drinks or snack bars, curb our urge while providing some nutrition.

My pill is different. Take a pill in the morning, take one in the evening.  Vitamin-PillsWith pills, you do not stop feeling hungry, you don’t curb your hunger but it’s taken care of by a simple sweet tiny pill. As such, you all take so many pills each day – for this vitamin and that vitamin.  With my two pills inside your guts, no need for food or any extra pill.

But, having gone through some of the responses to the survey Red Pill, Blue Pill, I am disheartened. My hopes are dashed. My business that had started to take-off, is in doldrums.That’s because you people are not happy with the idea of a pill.

Animals were happier than you. I fed some cows on these pills and they seemed pleased that they don’t have to keep hanging around pastures anymore. Animals don’t even have to cook their food but they still preferred gulping a pill to eating grass. No need to munch the whole day. My pill-fed cows were still happy to donate us humans ample milk for cheap, and baby cows fed on pills felt they won’t have to feel deprived of their mom’s milk.  The race horses said, they were happy that they’ll be able to slog the whole day without wasting time on eating food.

Humans, it seems, are different.  Sensual men and women love their senses – their mouths drooling at the sight of colorful food, their taste buds getting excited upon tasting sweet, sour, spicy, salty food.

How many times a day do we have to eat?  We humans imagine that overnight we kept a fast and we celebrate breaking this fast with our breakfast.  We need so many food times – lunch time, dinner time and tea times. In fact our life revolves around these food times.  Buying of wide variety of food, proper storage of perishable food, refrigeration, disposal of rotten food. Then we fuss over buying elegant cookware and dinnerware, and spend time and money on equipment and gadgets to make our cooking easier.  Serving food on fancy tables so as to please our eyes.  After that we overeat, put on weight and then feel guilty of not exercising enough.

We love our food. But this is the food given to us by animals and birds – their eggs, their milk, and they themselves sacrifice their life for us. Plants too give their full life or else their body parts to us, so that we can hog on them and live a healthy life.

My creation – this pill – will not only save these plants and animals but also help humans, esp. the fairer sex (I dare not say weaker sex) from slogging. I can reduce their kitchen workload; so they don’t have to keep pleasing their families.

So guys, please do re-consider your response to this prompt.  It can help the animal kingdom as well as human race.

That said, honestly speaking, I myself love wide variety of sumptuous food recipes cooked by my wife. I would never like to stop eating them.  Although I want to stop being a glutton, I hunt for best eateries around town. Don’t tell anyone but I’m not sure even after marketing these pills I may find myself unable to resist food. More than that I won’t be happy if my growing kids are deprived of micro-nutrients and calories they can get only from fresh food.  No pills for them.  My aging parents may not be able to tolerate a pill.

Oh well!  Is that another failed experiment?  Hope not. Hope one day my science finds some alternative solution. Not pills. Not too much food obsession the whole day. Something in between, and better than hunger-reducing snacks and shakes.

Blogger with a Strange Sense

The Daily Prompt:  Super Sensitive
‘If you were forced to give up one sense, but gain super-sensitivity in another, which senses would you choose?’

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wanna give up my sense
to stand any kind of nonsense

wanna gain sensitivity by having
much more common sense

wanna give up my sensitivity
towards petty criticisms

wanna gain raised self-esteem
greater sense of self-worth

to attain the above, am gonna need
sight, smell, touch, hearing and…and..

mmmm…Oh O…forgotten the fifth one
whatever it is, you take it – the last one

take them all, as with memory gone wayward
no sense will now please my taste buds

oh o…now I remember the fifth one
so better leave them all with me, thanks!

the poem didn’t make any sense?
never mind, it’s fun to be nonsense

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That was a poem for yesterday’s ‘super sensitive’ prompt.

The next prompt goes with my mood.  An hour ago, when I wrote this poem, I was a Blogger in a Strange Land.  Outside the train station, waiting for my son’s train to come, I was sitting inside the car when I decided to kill time by attempting this quaintly senseless poem and posting it.

Indeed I am either very insensitive or else super-sensitive but always a very strange blogger who writes about strange issues while sitting in strange places.

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No choice though.  These prompts appear when it is midnight here. Often, by the time I see them or get time to attempt them, the day’s almost over.  No wonder I come up with hurried strange posts.

So you see…the fault Dear Readers is not in these prompts
But something strange in me, that my posts are queer
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(“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”
~Julius Caesar~)

Very Freshly Unpressed…

I forgive ‘them’
For not Freshly Pressing
My original posts ever.

Every post of mine
Shining super star
Goes Freshly Unpressed

God! Forgive them
For they know not
What they’re missing!

God!  Get them
To know me better.
Help me forget their sins.

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Can you all relate to that?  It was all in good humor. Of course it’s not (completely) true. We are amateur bloggers with mediocre and unexceptional blogging skills. It’s been a few months of learning experience and lots to learn as we go.

To the prompt now. Actually I sensed that some of you had already written what I wanted to write about this prompt – Forgive and Forget?.  All my usual solemn stuff, about life lessons learnt etc etc.  So I laughed it away, trying to make the Happiness Engineers feel guilty 🙂

Of course most lives are full of instances where we have to forgive our own people, or the people we love the most, for things that these people should not have done because they are ‘our own people’. That’s the very reason this question of forgiveness arises in the first place. But we need these people.
We often try to forgive all those we need in our life and cannot do without. We forget all others.

Karma takes care of everything – read my poem

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Angry Young Woman

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Have you ever seen an angry young man? You have? I have. No no, not one of the disillusioned middle-class angry writers who were called Angry Young Men. Not even the authoritative and super-rich hero of Mills and Boon novels, an angry young man with an attitude problem that makes girls swoon.

I’m talking about a real angry man, the everyday type who goes crazy if his bank statement from the remote year 2004 goes missing from the house. Now, how in the world is the lady of the house supposed to know whether the document has run away from home, gone for a walk or is merely playing hide-and-seek?  She already has tough time keeping Continue reading

4 signs that show the news is incredibly, amazingly, wonderfully fantastic.

So. You’ve got news.  You think the news is incredible.  But don’t get excited as yet.
Upon hearing the news if you find yourself doing all or some of the things I am stating below, only then interpret the news to be truly incredible, amazing and wonderfully fantastic.
Otherwise rule it out to be just an ordinary low-impact news.

1).  Your body language tells your excitement. You may jump up and down with utter joy.  Possibly with both arms and hands raised up. Your eyes may widen and your pupils expand.  Eyes look bright and big, full of awe. Your mouth wide open, you may even place your hands on either side of your face, holding your face you may slap the cheeks lightly while uttering something exciting.

2). Your voice and language shriek of joy.  Your voice will be full of excitement.
Your mouth may open up in a big ‘Awweee”  or  “Wowwww” or  “I just can’t believe that!!!” as you separately emphasize each word/syllable of the above statement. You may say, “Yesss” as you simultaneously pound your fist downwards in the air.
Dazed in disbelief, you may even pinch yourself just to make you believe you are not dreaming and the news is in fact real.

3).  You fold your hands in a prayer pose.  This might be an instantaneous reaction. You may close your eyes while your head tilts down as if bowed. Hands clenched together you will murmur again and again “Thank God!! Thank God!! Thank God for that !!”.  If you happen to have a prayer room/corner in your house, you may run towards it and sit bowed down in gratitude while praying incoherently not knowing what to say.

3). You run here and there, not knowing what to do.  You will immediately feel like sharing the news but don’t know whom to tell it first.  You may rush out looking for a friendly neighbor in sight.  Not seeing anyone, you come back in, pick the phone and call the person closest to you. Could be your parents, husband/wife or a close friend.  Once shared, the next step will be planned with friends and family, after which you ease down a bit.

If you do not feel any of the above symptoms and behaviors, if you are just unmoved on hearing some news then either this news is not that great or it was not life-changing for you, or else was not connected to your personal life. For e.g; if your neighbor’s sister (who lives overseas) had a son or if your friend’s daughter got a wonderful job. She tells you but you just smile and congratulate her lightly. In fact you may get slightly envious of her if your own daughter wears corporate every second day but only for a futile job interview.

But, if you sincerely believe you’ve ever reacted like above to any news you’ve ever received then – Count Your Blessings.

After all, it’s not everyday you are going to receive news that is so incredibly, amazingly, wonderfully fantastic, in short…Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

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That was my response to The Daily Post's writing prompt:
 Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. It says: 
"You get some incredibly, amazingly, wonderfully fantastic news.
What’s the first thing you do?

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I write in various genres serious as well as humorous. This time I tried writing in the current style of….”6 things to do if you have broken your head..”,  “9 signs that show you have teeth problems...”

Moreover, after writing some serious poems last week, I wanted something light-hearted. For more humor, read my previous writings Laughing Matters , You always believed in me and Request Denied

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You always believed in me

Huh!! Now they want us to play pranks on each other.  It’s April Fool’s Day and it’s customary to celebrate it, innit?  Ready…one, two, and three…Go!!  Play a prank!!!

No I won’t.  Naah. Staying awake till midnight (in my city) only to be prompted to play pranks. Are we kids? Tomorrow if they tell us to play ‘Ringa Ringa Roses’, how in the world are all of us global writers going to do that – hopping around the whole vast planet earth?

But who am I to get annoyed?  I should be the last person to do so because, if I seriously think of it, I’ve already been playing pranks with you all, my dear readers. I have already fooled you once.  In fact have done that ever since I opened this Word Press ID of mine. You know me by a particular name. Are you sure I am who you think I am?  Why did you believe me in the first place?  I had a URL by a genuine name of a female who genuinely exists in this world and has a real face so you easily believed I am A.G.  A person who puts up her real name and real picture has to be genuine. Far from it.

The fact is, I am a very well known ‘celebrity’ – this is how you always refer to me as.  In real life I can’t step out of my house without being noticed or my kid being picturized.  Day and night I was tired of trying to be my original self, the real KK.  But nobody lets me be me. One look at my Facebook Page and you can see how the world swoons at my feet.  I soon got tired of putting up pictures that drove people to leave their important tasks and write comments on my page.  I know, people love me for all possible reasons.  And hate me sometimes.

But deep in my heart I felt a need to leave those reasons behind and hide myself from the world. And yet I wanted to be out in public in some way as I am highly addicted to public life. Therefore one day I decided to write. I am not known to be a writer, right?  I thus became a new person whom nobody suspects to be me.  I didn’t want to have a pseudo picture of a monster, a zebra or a flower as my gravatar.  A real face, a real name of an Indian lady very well suited my needs. Voila! No one ever suspected. Did ya?

Adorning a new persona gave me a new feel about myself as I slowly became what I was born to be like – a thinker, a sensitive female like any other, a normal everyday kind of person – who is not merely popular due to her bags and back-age, I mean baggage.  I left them out of this blog.

And hey! Surprisingly, you all accepted me in my new avatar.  Here on Word Press you like me for very different reasons. You like me for my meaningful words and deep thoughts. Even though the number of followers on this simple blog of mine are not even 1/1000th of the number of followers I have in other social media where I carry my real KK image, but still…who cares!!  I am happy like this. At least you all, my fellow bloggers on creative Daily Prompt, meaningful Photo Challenge/s and very friendly Haiku Challenge, are genuine.

You all are my faithful followers but you aren’t after my beauty, money or sophistication. Love it here!!  My point is, there are skinny people all around the world dying of hunger and I sincerely feel you gals and guys shouldn’t be so obsessed about the constant stream of news related to my body size and weight, my contoured nose, my personal relationships, about the ifs and butts of my life. Please please don’t ape me. Donate the money that you intend to spend on buying ridged leggings. Just because I wore them? Give these £1075 to some legless human being. (sob!).
Honestly, ever since I started writing at Word Press, my inner sensitive soul, my conscience has woken up towards the physical and emotional ailments of other flesh and bones people on this earth.

Till today I had been living with huge feelings of guilt, about hiding my true self from my dear readers for so long. This April Fool’s Day prompt brought out my truth. Hope you won’t desert me after knowing the reality.

Please promise you will stay with me and always read what my inner heart wants to write!!.  Moreover, don’t you think I too need true friends in life, like all of you here?

(sob! sob!!…sob!!!)

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My very honest response to The Daily Prompt:  Fool Me Once

It’s April 1st!  Pull a fast one — publish a post that gently pranks your readers.

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Foul becomes sweet…

Last time I had been ‘chosen’ for my serious Haiku.  This time for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge 37, I am in a very different mood as my thoughts seem to flow only in one direction today.

Firstly, here’s my Haiku on the two words given to us:  Foul & Sweet 

      the foul games of life
      hurt, but once they’re over
      begin life’s sweet overs

In my above Haiku, of course I am talking about vagaries and treacheries of general life, about how we are often hurt by unfair treatment we come across esp. in the hands of people known to us. But once we get over such foul experiences, we can start to live the sweet ‘overs‘ of life.

Over and out!!   Read the rest of my post only if interested in the game of overs.

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What else can I talk about today except overs – yes the cricketing overs. Right now as I write, India and Australia are standing against each other in the middle of the battle ground. The war bugle is about to go and soon the game of overs will start in full fervour.

The game…Cricket World Cup semi-final.
Team Australia vs. Team India.  Gold vs. Blue.
The winning team will go to the finals and have a match against New Zealand, the Kiwis.

Today’s semi-final is important for both Australia as well as India. It’s one final chance to to win the World Cup. Hopes of one team will be dashed today.

But Australian-Indians…which team will they go for?  Which country do they side with?
Is it a question to be asked? India of course.
But is that fair?
Please don’t ask that.
Indians will favor their adopted country in every other way except in cricket.
Please please let us side with India, they seem to say.  Sorry about that.
But how fairly-unfair is this!!!  or is it unfairly-fair?
Foul and sweet at the same time.

Call it sweet or foul, it is true that 70% of the of the 42,000 seats at Sydney Cricket Ground have been bought by Indian fans. It’s also well-known that Indian cricket fans are an agitated passionate lot – very noisy. No wonder Australian captain Michael Clarke is worried.

Call it fair or foul – sledging too is a huge part of the cricket ground, esp. foul words are always exchanged between Australian and Indian cricket teams.
But Sydney’s Today Show host Karl Stefanovic began the tete-e-tete even before the game began. While interviewing Indian cricket supporters today morning, before the semi-final between Australia and India, Stefanovic said:  “I was just going to ask…who’s going to be manning 7-Elevens today?

Actually, many newly migrated Indian students take up part-time jobs in petrol-pumps like 7-Eleven and similar service stations. So Karls’ logic was that if 70% of Indians will be at cricket ground, who will take care of the petrol pumps?
Funny retort. Leg pulling? Fair enough!!
His remarks offended many touchy-type Indians.

But hey! C’mon!!  It was only a joke. Be a sport…!!!

     Everything is fair in love and war.
     Fair becomes foul and foul becomes fair. 

Of course war it is, this cricket, esp. between Indians and …and…any team. Any team.
For most Indian cricket fans the slogan is – ‘My heart bleeds for blue’.

Personally speaking, as the match began sometime back with national anthems, my heart felt almost similar beats when listening to both the Indian anthem Jan Gan Man as well as Advanced Australia Fair, the Australian anthem.

Shouldn’t it beat for only one of them?  What say? In this global world, all countries are full of migrants from here to there, how fair and how foul are our loyalties?

P.S. Australia had won the semi-finals against India ,and also eventually won the World Cup, that too by huge margins. 

Laughing Matters

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So. The Happiness Engineers at Word Press want us to laugh and go Ha Ha Ha. They want us to share jokes with fellow bloggers. After writing my previous serious article, I myself needed to clear up the heavy air looming over my blog.

Indeed, one should laugh and make others laugh.

As the saying goes, ‘Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry alone’.  Going by the quote, it’s so easy to make (real or fake) friends. All you have to do is, just don’t share your problems too much but make others laugh as much as you can. That’s what a clown does. He might be crying inside his heart but he makes the whole world laugh. As also said by Charlie Chaplin,  ‘Mirror is my best friend, because when I cry it never laughs’.

Laughing is good for other reasons too. Say, if smoking a cigarette reduces life by 5 minutes and laughing increases life by 10 minutes, then a laughing smoker never dies. That was a stale joke that came into my mind. But hope you got the message. Laughter increases your longevity. The bigger the dose, the better.

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Naughty Kookaburra.  image: flickr

The problem is, having a full-hearted open laugh is not so easy. People who have not laughed out loud for a long time, find it very hard to do so. To open one’s mouth wide, show one’s teeth, make a ha ha ha sound, to everyone’s hearing.  For a woman it can even be a greater challenge to decide how much to laugh, a question of looking dainty as well as a pleasant personality.

But we do come across men and women who laugh full-throttle, quite like our good-humored Australian Laughing Kookaburra does (see the birdie laughing video). In any gathering we can see such happy men and women get popular because of their hearty laugh while the demure humans go unnoticed.  So you see – there are many advantages of laughing.

Moreover, such laughter is contagious. If one Kookaburra laughs, others join in, informs Wikipedia:  ‘One bird starts with a low, hiccuping chuckle, then throws its head back in raucous laughter: often several others join in’.  Likewise, if one human laughs, can others be far behind? That is how Laughter Yoga and Laughter Clubs work.

Laughing may not come easy to everyone but smiling is not hard, for one and all. ‘If a loser smiles after losing the game, the winner loses the thrill of his victory‘. That’s the power of a Smile !  If you don’t even look like a loser, rather you look happy despite your loss, then you have almost won the game.  Even those who were happy to see you losing, who were kind of putting you down, will feel challenged and are left wondering – ‘Huh! The game was easy but this person is not an easy game’.

Moreover, after losing, if you look happy instead of crying, people will consider you a large-hearted sportsman spirit. Maybe you are not. Maybe not at all. But what’s the point telling it to the whole world?

Bah!!  What’s wrong with me? Why do I have to be philosophic even about a simple prompt like ‘Ha Ha Ha‘.  All they had asked for is a joke or a funny anecdote.  I’ll try this time.

Behind every successful man there is a woman……
Because women don’t run behind unsuccessful men!!

Hah!  Again, that was not really a joke. Was it?  Here’s a real one, straight out of my poor-jokes wardrobe:

Someone asked a ninety-five year old man:   “Even after 70 years of marriage, you still refer to your wife as…Darling…Sweety…Baby…Honey…Luv….!!!!  What is the secret of such love between you two???

The man replied:  “I forgot her name 10 yrs ago……and I’m scared to ask her.”

Did this joke make you laugh?  Well, I tried. Watch this laughing baby and try joining him in his hahaha.

Animals and children do take it easy. If laughing out loud still doesn’t come easy, at least keep smiling, and sooner or later life will be tired of upsetting you…

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No offense was meant by my joke/s towards any age-group or gender. We all have to inevitably go through various phases of life, maybe suffer things worse than Dementia, that too only if we happen to live that long.

Header:  Art by Hazel Bowman – Blessed Is The Gift Of Laughter