My darling Mirror looked at me with a sulking face. Naturally, it just did its job of reflecting.
Why was I sulking?
Oh, there is a list.
To renew my daughter’s passport in Chennai, we need an affidavit from Dubai consulate as I work here. The bureaucracy. Ooof.
Eight of my qualified friends need jobs. May be, I will go back to Mumbai and start a Sales Academy where everyone on earth can get a job.
My close buddy is a six times Guinness record holder. He struggles in Mumbai even to buy a decent roof, while trillions of rupees are looted by politicians and we can just talk, blog and go to sleep. Now scams are not in lakhs, millions or billions, but trillions.
Hey stop. Mirror, mirror, change the figure.
And there I go: A little workout, a sip of optimism, and a wide smile.
I am not going to give up buddy.
Let’s not allow the corrupt society to snatch our happiness even for a minute.
Maybe a joke (picked from the Net) can bring back the smile faster.
“Mulla. Lend me $50,” said the neighbour.
“I give you 25.”
“Give $50 please.”
“$25 is better as the loss is even for both of us. You lose 25, I lose 25.”