In these chilly Delhi nights, when i see myself shivering in cold despite wearing 4 layers of clothing while the kid standing beside me goes about his daily job of begging in just one shirt without even a shiver, I am forced to wonder What’s life But A Joke.

In a tribal village deep in a forest in rural Orissa; where we visited upon hearing about a lot of houses been destroyed by elephants; we with our limited resources were able to offer only a blanket,tarpaulin and biscuit packets; While the SDM of the area despite sitting on a pile of resources comfortably announces that it will take atleast 3 months for relief, if at all based upon the survey to be conducted by his men a month after the disaster. The people who want to give have so little and the ones who have aren’t bothered. With a deep sigh there is little else that i can do but wonder: What’s life But a Joke

In a low-income colony in Delhi, as i go around singing patriotic songs along with other volunteers, spreading the message of a newly formed cleaner alternative,urging the masses to rise up and free themselves from oppression, I am forced to think if this is any different from the campaign run 30 years back by JP asking people to vote for his coalition Janata Dal OR if its different from the campaign run 65 years back by the Congress party asking people to seek their freedom. The funny part being the masses have always remained oppressed, the oppressors keep changing colors, It sure as hell makes me wonder: What’s Life But a Joke.

In another market area, while campaigning, i remember laughing at a song being sung by my fellow volunteers for it urges people to choose  the newer, honest choice. I laughed at the irony and idiocy at the fact that i believe i know better and also, in my belief of knowing the Truth and taking its spread as a personal duty, as if Truth needs me or anyone to be spread. Battling with my own illusions do make me wonder: What’s life But a Joke.

Whenever i start playing games with my own-self in making myself believe that i have to move forward, grow; Whereas deep within i simply know that there is nowhere to go, the only way forward is in a circle and whatever it is that i am seeking, i already am; Yet i refuse to give up the chase. I refuse to give up attempting to control despite having a proper understanding and even experiences of the ease of simply being and believing. There is little left, but to wonder(with a big smile and an occasional laugh): WHAT’S LIFE BUT A JOKE?

Does it(Life) make you wonder too?