THE RAINBOW

Civilized way of life cannot be sustained unless physically protected from vandalism. Civilization cannot be a one way street. This simple story illustrates how.

One man said to another that you have to wear the shirt of the same colour as mine or else I will kill you. He showed he is serious by showing his past record.

The other man laughed, taking it for a joke. He said that I love all colours, including yours. I love your shirt and I love mine too. 

The first man knifed the second who died-his wide open eyes after death, showing his disbelief.

There were many like the second who laughed the story away when they read about it in the media taking it for fake news. Some others said such things are stray events and yet others said the news is the creation of  colour blind  people who are jealous of people sensitive to colours.

The process repeated at several places and over several years, until the few people left found it safer to wear shirts of the desired color only. Gradually they got used to it and began to do in Rome as the Romans do. People adamant on wearing a colour with a difference had all been knifed. Watching the rainbow had been banned. 

Centuries passed. Children were taught that once upon a time a great race lived upon earth that believed in tolerance of all colours of the rainbow.

An innocent kid wanted to know who such people were and how they were wiped out. The history teacher answered:

“They were called secularist-

 They died practicing secularism without protecting it”

SMILE A WHILE

A little old lady went into the headquarters of a large national bank one day, dragging a large bag behind her. She insisted that she must speak with the president of the bank to open a savings account because, “It’s a lot of money!”

After much hemming and hawing, the bank staff finally ushered her into the president’s office (the customer is always right!). The bank president then asked her how much she would like to deposit. She replied, “$165,000!” and dumped the cash out of her bag onto his desk.

The president was of course curious as to how she came by all this cash, so he asked her, “Ma’am, I’m surprised you’re carrying so much cash around. Where did you get this money?”

The old lady replied, “I make bets.”

The president then asked, “Bets? What kind of bets?”

The old woman said, “Well, for example, I’ll bet you $25,000 that your balls are square.”

“Ha!” laughed the president, “That’s a stupid bet. You can never win that kind of bet!”

The old lady challenged, “So, would you like to take my bet?”

“Sure,” said the president, “I’ll bet $25,000 that my balls are not square!”

The little old lady then said, “Okay, but since there is a lot of money involved, may I bring my lawyer with me tomorrow at 10:00 AM as a witness?”

“Sure!” replied the confident president.

That night, the president got very nervous about the bet and spent a long time in front of a mirror checking his balls, turning from side to side, again and again. He thoroughly checked them out until he was sure that there was absolutely no way his balls were square and that he would win the bet. The next morning, at precisely 10:00 am, the little old lady appeared with her lawyer at the president’s office. She introduced the lawyer to the president and repeated the bet: “$25,000 says the president’s balls are square!” The president agreed with the bet again and the old lady asked him to drop his pants so they could all see. The president complied. The little old lady peered closely at his balls and then asked if she could feel them.

“Well, Okay,” said the president, “$25,000 is a lot of money, so I guess you should be absolutely sure.” Just then, he noticed that the lawyer was quietly banging his head against the wall. The president asked the old lady, “What the heck’s the matter with your lawyer?”

“Nothing,” she answered, “Except I bet him $100,000 that at 10:00AM today, I’d have the president of this bank’s balls in my hand.”