Trash !!!

The Trash Bin plays a very important role in our life.Visualise one, that’s overflowing at home, on the road or even on the computer. It’s a miserly sight. Everyday, we trash all kinds of stuff, from leftover food to used up milk cartons but most important … PEOPLE !
In school, entertainment was my forte. The habit stuck, and as I aged, the primary motive in life was to keep every one around me happy and smiling. From family to friends to large gatherings, laughter and happiness was the philosophy! Ha! Everybody did enjoy the company; all in for a laugh. It did give me a high when people said.” Wow Raj … You do have a sense of humor !!” Well known across the country as a Joker, I never realized that one day the Joke would be on me.
As one grows older, jokes get staler, coz most folks are bogged down in their own tunnels. Working towards the end they have no time to smile, leave alone laugh. Try hard as you can, be subtle, crass or outrageous, be thankful if you get a grunt in reponse. Oh well, the next thing is you are Trashed. !!!
Your career is on the upswing.A definite passport to happiness, is to be a Prominent Member of the Local Club, Married to a gracious lady, have well mannered children and Money !!Any one of these take a beating, and its Waterloo time for you !
Midlife is more like a Midwife ! Neither a Doctor nor a Nurse, poor lady grapples to get an identity. Midlife causes concerns, to be mature and dowdy or think young and happy ?Its a Million $ question, either way you are trashed by society, and lucky if you survive the dirty looks of the family. The savior is in the form of your old cronies, where you can still, share the good times of college, beginnings of career and how we helped each other in friendship. Repetition of the same story ,experiences and jokes gets boring, and they move on to Bridge or Snooker or Golf !Time to get Trashed !!
Finally, you arrive as a respected Senior Citizen( Read 60+ ) Bald or Wigged, Spectacles or Contacts, Toothless or Dentures, from Indian Railways to the Newspaper man, look at you with respect or disdain. Respect, if you are rich, big family with Grand Children, Couple of cars, President of the Local Club, travel First Class A/C, and your jokes are treated with total laughter by co passengers. From Times of India to the Local daily is to be delivered, the newspaper man is thrilled!
His buddy has one thing in common. The 60+ factor! He is bald ( Read :Thinker ) Wears Spectacles ( Read: Thick Lens ) Toothless( Read: Unfit Gums ) and have one grand child in the USA ! Member of the Local Library, travels Ordinary Sleeper Class and his jokes cannot be heard over the din of a moving train ! Prefers to read just the Local daily, which is to be delivered early morning. The Newspaperman Growls ! However, he continues to joke, the Audience ..His pet Labrador… ‘Tipsy’ an ardent follower with soulful eyes !
In the Final Countdown of Life, both get Trashed ! One out of prolonged illness and the other Laughs his way to the Grave ! God gives us a choice, Destiny decides which one we take and Destiny is decided by the way we THINK !