Man (and woman) have this undying capacity to excuse themselves for every thing that goes awry and blame it all on something or someone else. Whether it exists or not. So it's the dog that ate the homework (don't matter if you can't be within a kilometre distance of a pooch - there's always one around when u're doing your assignments), or the uncle that suddenly pops it (so what if you only have a family full of unmarried gossipping aunts?!), the influenza virus that singled you out, the rains that flooded the street you live on with waist-deep water, the electricity board that has reduced you to candles and paper fans.

And we Indians in particular have this incredible ability to go one step further. We're in possession of this remarkable feel-good tool, that blesses us with an uncanny acceptance of all misfortune as a manifestation of the Lord's divine will. Or as the very fact of our existence itself. Haye, such is life. So, why bother blaming mere mortals?

In one swift motion, all anger, aggression, guilt, sorrow, fear swept away. Brilliant i say. My goldfish died coz my cat ate it. My cat ate it coz I wasn't feeding it enough. So do I get mad at the cat, shed buckets of tears for my fishies, and hit myself for being negligent. Ofcourse not. Haye, such is life. Sigh.

Look look mommy no one's unhappy! But am i careful abt feeding my hungry cat so that the new goldfish is safe? Ofcourse not. What will happen will happen. Human intervention is of no consequence. Haye, such is life.

So here we are. A superbly complacent bunch of people, shaking our heads at the world falling apart, as we sit resigned and placid. Haye, why waste energy over lost causes. Such is life.

May Kaliyug pass and give us better days.