Toe the line?

I have the urge to laze around all day on a Sunday because I know that my services are not needed. I convince myself that I should reward myself by patting myself at the back and tucking myself to sleep. After all, I have been on my feet all week long. Even God who created the Universe rested on the Sabbath.

Fine. I pamper myself on my rest day. My regular activities and clockwork-like demands of duties kind of puts my biorhythms in place. That is, I know I will need to do this and that with the satisfaction that whatever I am doing serves a certain purpose in continuity of life; of my life, my progeny, my lineage, perhaps the next generation and wishfully mankind on the whole.

I shudder to think what will happen when I am given the standing orders or 'privilege' to stop doing all these. No more deadlines to meet and no more compulsions to present myself in person to perform my one thing I am given the pleasure of! What happens next? Am I going to slide down the path of slackers, surely ending to the pleasures of inactivity, procrastination, of sleep and decadence? It will surely take a mighty load of willpower and inner prodding to maintain this level of activity, alertness and suppleness of the joints, age minding!

That is the same rationale in laying down rules and regulations for feeble minded humans to follow. Let loose, the herd-like minded human species would be heading life like headless chickens, crashing into things aimlessly indulging into purposeless activities, going in circles satisfying only their primitive biological needs of gluttony, sleep, sex and procreation and sensual gratifications. 

Just to give a push to a particular direction to evolution of our species, the selected 1% of the upper crust of the society must have laid out the framework of dos and do nots for future generations to follow whilst putting the fear of eternal condemnation into it.

Sure, the restless would question the merits and authenticity of such claims and hence would cry for tangible proof. Devoid of such hard proof, they too, at times of desperation and the tide is high, would bow to submission just like Blaise Pascal (Mathematician, 1623-1662) prophesied that from a mathematical probability standpoint, it makes more sense to be a believer than not. As eternity is a mighty long time. The question is what do we call the Higher Force?

Murphy's Law: A variant

There is an unwritten rule. If ever anything is destined to go wrong, it would. No matter where you are and what you do, if it is to, it definitely would. Some would call it 'Murphy's law' which dictates that if anything that can go wrong, it will go wrong.

On the other hand, on the anti-pessimistic stance of things, there is also a softer side of Murphy's law where nature is kind and not so vengeful. I have not found a name for it yet. Sometimes, a potentially explosive situation does not flare up until the situation is ripe. If destiny is on your side, even the most heroic one in a million kind of desperate ditch in helpless of times may appear fruitful. In a way, it is reverse 'Murphy's Law'!

A Professor in Obstetric told the class of a particular Bedouin gipsy lady who travelled all through the Sahara desert only to collapse right in front of a district hospital to be operated for a ruptured ectopic pregnancy. In the worse of times, in battlefields, grossly contaminated open wounds heals miraculously. FG had a similar experience during a tour of duty to be faced with a mother with prolonged labour in the middle of nowhere. Cutting corners, bending the rules and taking risks in the name of medical emergency, with limited resources available then, he managed to save the day.


Even in the best of centres, with the best of facilities at their disposal, things can get horribly wrong. And that is a fact.