Politically Incorrect

Smudgy here reminded me of a chain-riddle heard when I was a child. I’m not sure if I can deliver it perfectly now, but anyhow, here it is:

Q1: How do you put a Giraffe in a fridge?
Ans: Open the door, put Giraffe inside, close the door.

Q2: How do you put an Elephant in a fridge?
Ans: You blurted “open the door, put Elephant inside, close the door”? Wrong answer! The right answer is: Open the door, pull Giraffe out, put Elephant in.

See, common sense! Okay, third question. Don’t think for too long, though.

Q3: A freight plane is carrying electronics, suddenly it starts jolting. Pilot says that the plane is overloaded and we need to get rid of the heaviest item. What item would they throw out?
Ans: Fridge. Because it has elephant in it!

Q4: Today is Lion King’s birthday and every animal in the jungle is to attend his birthday party. Everyone’s there but one is missing. Can you tell who?
Ans: Elephant. Because he’s in the fridge, remember.

Easy one, eh?

Q5: A guy is standing beside a pool, just as he’s to jump into the water, he dies. Why?
Ans: Fridge falling from the sky hits him.

Q6: You’re to cross through a stream in the jungle filled with crocodiles. There’s no bridge or boat, how would you cross it?
Ans: Swim! Remember, crocodiles are attending Lion King’s birthday party!

I’m sorry if this causes mental torture, but if you’re a kid or just had an overdose of caffeine, I hope you can see the riddle through.

Somehow I feel that kids today have no respect for self and others. I’m not old enough to pass a judgement, but I get the feeling. You try to be nice with them and they reckon ‘free ho rahay ho’. Get a life man! You’re still a toddler in the pool and haven’t achieved anything in life; if your ancestors were something (that’s they, not you) and there’s a car under your ass (which is definitely your papa’s), doesn’t make everybody in the world turn to you, rotten egg! Oh, I still want to be nice with other kids and not let one bad incident make a dent in my behaviour. Somehow, I just can’t digest this angry-young-man-for-no-apparent-reason phenomenon. Perhaps, you can help me.

A while back in my early teens, I also had this I-am-out-this-world tumor in my head. Took me three years of sweeping mosque’s floor to cure that. I believe that Madrassah system is effective in a way that it brings out the individual in you; not same as our schools where you’re generalized with thousand others. In Madrassahs, everyone gets what he deserves; in addition to the bests sweeping the floors to get their heads back on planet earth. No really, I loved the job but still was a jughead; told you, took me three years! If I’m mild (now), that’s not by default but by choice. Say I’m a by-product of Madrassah system, you enlightened moderate!

Knowing what to say when is not always enough. You should also be aware of when to refrain from saying what. If you want a crash course, ring me up! My angst is not directed toward individuals, but attitudes in general. Holding yourself back when you CAN hurt the other is sometimes hard, but that’s what is taught in our religion. Forgive, so one the Day of Judgement Allah may forgive you too. Most of you would be saying ‘cut that religious talk jerk’ but I simply can’t; I’m not moderate and englightened? Not at all! Wanna flame? Sure, go ahead. I DO receive flame SMS from frustrated-kids-in-the-grown-men’s-shoes, only that I don’t get time to send back a nice reply. Awww.. I’m enlightened, moderate! No?