When the maths professor's wife returns home from work, she finds an envelope on the living room table. She opens it and finds a letter from her husband.
My dearest wife,
We have been married for nearly thirty years, and I still love you as much as on the day I proposed. You must realise, however, that you are now 54 years old and no longer able to satisfy certain needs I still have. I very much hope that you are not hurt to learn that. While you're reading this, I'm in a hotel room with an 18-year-old freshman girl from my calculus class. I'll be home before midnight.
Your husband, who will never stop loving you.
When the professor returns from the hotel shortly before midnight, he also finds an envelope in the living room. He opens it and reads.
My beloved husband,
You may recall that you, too, are 54 years old and no longer able to satisfy certain needs I still have. I thus hope that you are not hurt to learn that, while you're reading this, I am in a hotel room with the 18-year-old pool boy.
Your loving wife.
P.S. As a mathematician, you are certainly aware of the fact that 18 goes into 54 many more times than 54 goes into 18. Therefore, don't stay up and wait for me.
Everyone pretends to be a good guy...till the other person spills the beans. It is like a volcano waiting to burst forth. And, it is a chain reaction. But, what makes people pretend to be what they are not? Because society doesn't accept the interaction of people from the opposite sex, especially if they are married. You are supposed to fool around only with your spouse. If you can't, bemoan your fate, but don't look elsewhere for love. What a stupid notion. And, the spouse feels tethered, and at the first given oppourunity s/he waits to break free. And age doesn't matter. They are willing to go around with any one who comes their way. Whether it is 16 or 60, what does it matter. The only thing that matters is love. And the bigger the age gap, the better the understanding. It is like wisdom meeting the youthful energy. Each one can learn from the other.
Why does the society subscribe to such hypocrisy? Especially when it is an open fact that the so-called values are a charade? It is because society is comprised predominantly of mediocre people, who would toe the line than pursue their hopes and dreams. But, scratch the surface and you can find an overflowing of lust bursting forth. And that explains why the redlight areas are proliferating all over the world.
My mission
To jog-bicycle around the world, climb the mountains, swim the seas and soar the skies. Since they are not remotely possible, I settled for a daily dose of spiritual triathlon -- jogging, cycling and meditation -- necessarily in that order. My idea of a spiritual triathlon is 10 miles of jogging and 10 miles of cycling followed by an hour of meditation. I sincerely feel that not less than a spiritual marathon can tame the mind and mould it the way you want it to. So go ahead and have fun taking a dekko at my spiritual athleticism. But don't forget to drop in a word or two on how you feel about my blog and my way of life. Your advice is always valuable to go that extra length to the Garden of Eden
Food for cycling thought
A Zen Teacher saw five of his students return from the market, riding their bicycles. When they had dismounted, the teacher asked the students, "Why are you riding your bicycles?"
The first student replied, "The bicycle is carrying this sack of potatoes. I am glad that I do not have to carry them on my back!" The teacher praised the student, saying, "You are a smart boy. When you grow old, you will not walk hunched over, as I do."
The second student replied, "I love to watch the trees and fields pass by as I roll down the path." The teacher commended the student, "Your eyes are open and you see the world."
The third student replied, "When I ride my bicycle, I am content to chant, nam myoho renge kyo." The teacher gave praise to the third student, "Your mind will roll with the ease of a newly trued wheel."
The fourth student answered, "Riding my bicycle, I live in harmony with all beings." The teacher was pleased and said, "You are riding on the golden path of non-harming."
The fifth student replied, "I ride my bicycle to ride my bicycle." The teacher went and sat at the feet of the fifth student, and said, "I am your disciple."
Thursday, January 31, 2008
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