Jesus rides again....

Note: Please read the post titled, "Jesus rode a Harley Davidson" before you read this.

Me: Heya God boy…how is it hangin’?

God: You owe me 700 bucks

Me: Erm…what for?

God: I paid for the beer the last time…

Me: Oh yeah….sure….I acknowledge the fact that I owe you money…(cough, cough)

God: Bronchitis, eh?

Me: Yup. So what else is happening, since the last time we met?

God: Nothing much, the planet still sucks…

Me: Yeah I know….I think you should get some friends…..

God: It’s easy for you to say that…

Me: Whatever. Say, God, you think I can get a girlfriend?

God: I cannot laugh out loud or roll on the floor laughing; it disturbs the ecology of this system.

Me: Erm…..can you tell me the future?

God: What do you want to know?

Me: The future…how is it going to be?

God: You will die.

Me: Yeah I know that…what I meant was, how is the time between now and till my death going to be?

God: That depends on you…I can only tell you the definitive future.

Me: I see that….by the way, do you understand religion now?

God: Nope.

Me: Humanity?

God: What humanity? The only things human on this planet are all the things which are not human...like all the flora and fauna which you guys destroy to make paper to wipe your asses…

Me: Whoa man…chill out…don’t be so angry…

God: Well anger seems to be the emotion of the moment….I see anger everywhere….

Me: Well, me and the boys don’t get angry often…

God: You are one big bunch of drunk losers…that’s why

Me: Sure…each of us is like Robert De Niro in Heat…we’ve lost everything, and we are ready for anything, because we ain’t got much to lose anyway, so you see…we are the other guys…

God: Yeah, right…even the excuse is so lousy….

Me: It was the best I could come up with…ok? So excuse me…

God: Excused.

Me: It’s boring right, this life…

God: You talking to me? YOU talking to me?

Me: I understand…must be really LOUSY to be alone, lonely and in the wrong place…maybe mankind is not ready for you yet…

God: Maybe you are right…..maybe I am not ready for man cruel yet….

Me: Anyway, drink up, your beer is getting warm….

God: You still owe me 700..

Me: Yeah yeah…I know….don’t worry….erm…one last thing…you think I can get a girlfriend?

(Thunder, lightning, hail, pandemonium…the world ends.)

La Poderosa II (The mighty one)

That is the name of the Norton used by Alberto and Ernesto. For further information, please read "The Motorcycle Diaries" by Ernesto 'Che' Guevara. If you are a non-male, you will thoroughly understand the bond between boys and their motorcycles.

I am in the hospital again. This time, it is acute bronchitis, which is further strengthened with the complete absence of any mallu nurses around. Why does god play this practical joke with me? I mean, I think its perfectly fine that I keep falling sick, but have you ever heard of a hospital with no mallu nurses? I mean, how the hell am I supposed to recover? So I decided that I am not going to be admitted.

Okay. So there is a poem running in my head.

I wish for a world, where dope is legal and sex is free,

where there are no urine tests, and everyone screws gravity,

where the sun is a shiny big disco ball, and the earth is not reality,

If only beer would rain from the sky, and we'd have steak mountains high,

and if all the animals could speak, they'd probably, on us, take a leak,

where a house is a motorbike, and all the money has taken a hike,

I wish for one world, where the national anthem is by Led Zeppelin,

where the national bird is Kentucky fried chickin.

(Time to cough my guts out and spew the venomous phlegm into the wash. See you next time.)