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A couple of my serious minded friends have been saying, “Bob you’ve been writing too much banter lately, what about a serious article?”
“Like what?” I ask
“Something churchy?”
“Okay friends I’ll oblige, here’s something churchy for you!”
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Politics in our country has reached such a low, that people just won’t trust politicians. I got a frantic message from a poor friend in Orissa saying that all around him people were dying for lack of oxygen, ventilators and medicine. I got in touch with another very close friend who had connections with a political party in the opposition, who promised to immediately rush whatever was needed to the poor people.
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The Whatsapp message that came to me was from a phone number of an Indian in America, it said, ‘Terror has no religion’. However it was not making a statement, it was mocking a particular religious community, with statistics and data that had sarcasm dripping from the pen of the writer.
After sending it to a group which had a sizable number of members from the same community he’d attacked, he then sent another message saying, ‘Sorry wrong group!’
Clever tactic by someone who wanted to get a point across, then say, ‘I didn’t mean it for you!’
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For the last few years I’ve been hearing of one of our political readers who hardly rests and is always is in a hurry. I do understand that as that was once how I lived. In fact, for years on end, my time spent in the shower could have got me a mention in the Guinness world records, as the shortest time taken to bathe. I step into bathtub, and with same movement switch on the shower, steady my feet and reach for the soap. Everything else, the scrubbing and toweling are all done with the same quickness and ambidextrous movements.
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The rain fell in gentle drops onto the waiting leaves that seemed to be smiling as they raised their branches heavenward and received their watery blessing. The birds sang happily, and lazily flew from tree to tree enjoying the droplets and playing a game with the lenient raindrops.
She sat at the window crying.
He walked to her. “Is there something amiss?” he asked.