Class as in classic

Got this amazing bit in email the other day.

I took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes (he is 70).
We decided to grab a bite at the food court.
I noticed he was watching someone sitting next to him. The teenager
had spiked hair in all different colors -green, red, orange & blue-
and my dad kept staring at her.
The teen would look over and find my dad staring, every time.
When she'd finally had enough, she sarcastically asked:
"What's the matter old man, never done anything Wild in your life?"
Knowing my Dad, I quickly swallowed my food so I wouldn't choke on His
response, which I knew would be a great one. In classic style, he
responded without batting an eyelid:
"Got dead drunk years back and had sex with a peacock. I was just
wondering if you were my daughter."

Whats life, luck and luv?

A close friend told me, reality is only about thirst, hunger and death. The only living constants in so called life. Like be a cannibal reality.
So everything's a mind created world.
Gita says, your actions per se have no consequence on the reactions or the reality of your life. When you smoke, its an idea.
You are what you understand. All of the understanding doesn't tell you anything about what you don't understand! You hit the rock bottom and you either wake up or you die. Time goes by, life's stopped. Reality is only another level of a consciousness. If so, why bother adjusting the mind? An addiction is when you are unable to understand.
Incomprehensiblility and an idea are different. They maybe mutually comprehensible but are independent! Lack of understanding is a lot more powerful than understanding. That is why questions mean a lot more than answers.

Virtue

About eight years ago someone asked me in an interview, what's your virtue?

For a mildly educated person, I was a lot more perplexed than I should have been. I did not know what exactly a virtue was. My intelligence told me I could just say a nice word and escape.. get that job. Say it, say it., truthful, patient, something nice. That's all was required.

But no. Something stopped me from inside. At the most un-opportune of times. Why does the little prick called conscience raise its ugly head at the most inappropriate of times? After all, conscience is con - science. Science of the con! Damn it.

I have been thinking about that question ever since. On and off. Its a very profound question to dwell on. Every one should think of it and get some insight unto themselves. It takes some time, but in the end, you get something out of it which will stay with you.

Time and hope

An eternal spring awaits,
A fountain of youth presumes,
A mystical blemish flourishes,
A moment stops.

Heads are rolling,
Hearts are swinging,
Expectations swell,
Presumptions stare in the face.

A choice is made,
The devil inside laughs,
The spring fades,
And the cold shivers of winter bloom.

Hideous intents,
Preposterous suppositions,
Heights of glory ask,
Why must everyone laugh?

Presumed neglect,
Possible negotiation,
Adventurous guilt,
Ecstatic finalé.

Is it you?
Is it her?
Is it Him?
Or was it just me?

Lonely wolf,
Picture this,
Shone through the clouds,
Benevolent moon.

Pricey estate,
Plush green,
Made of heaven,
Soul is clean.

The night dwindles,
Sun arose,
Eye lids are marooned,
Under this time and its hope.