I have a couple of cousins who have taken it upon themselves to enlighten me by sending text messages every day. The phone beeps in the morning on my bedside table, and before I even check I just know who it’ll be from and what it’ll be about. Most jokes they send these days revolve around the President, trying to inject some humor into the hopelessness of our predicament (frankly I cannot find anything laughable in Z jokes…they all make me cry) others are about the uselessness of the Power Supply Company. And even those now grate on my nerves. It is all black, black humor to me. Here’s an example:
Proverbs for the future and their meanings: (‘light’ = electricity)
- light is back = to express great joy
- today the light won’t go = to lie
- when will the light come back? = to wait for something improbable
- don’t you have any light in your house? = to commiserate
- we have light here = to brag
- has the light not gone today? = to be extremely puzzled
- inshaAllah now the light will come back = to be very hopeful
I admit, this is funnier in Urdu.
Then there are the Wisdoms. I’m always afraid to open a message that looks like it might be a Wisdom. But if I don’t open it, the annoying little envelope icon won’t go away from the top of my cell phone, and it will drive me nuts. I have to open the message just so it will go away, and once it’s there, my OCD will prevent me from deleting it without reading it first.
So, Wisdoms. They usually remind me of all the things I don’t do, and all the ways I don’t behave, and all the things I shouldn’t say and all the things I shouldn’t do. They drive me nuts. And they do so because they inevitably make me think about things I regret, things I have almost succeeded in burying deep within the dark recesses of my tortured soul.
I really don’t want to go there again, I swear.
The Wisdoms that get my goat the most are the ones that remind us how short life is and that we’re all going to die one day so we should be ever-oh-so-good. Nobody knows about my Death Phase, do they. They don’t know how I used to bolt out of bed at night struck with terror at the idea of being dead and lying in a grave, six feet under the ground. But I’m over it now and
I’m in denial I’ve accepted it. Let’s get on with life please!
Here’s an example of a cheery early morning message by my well-meaning kinsfolk:
- ‘Man does not go to Hell because he Sins. He goes to Hell if he is Complacent about his Sins and if he does not Repent. Good Morning!!’
Signed, Cousin X.
And how’s this to set you in a good mood:
- ‘If you are on the Straight and Narrow and do not encounter Difficulties, then sit down and think for a while. Think about what you might be doing wrong, because the Straight and Narrow is littered with Great Difficulties.’ Have a Lovely Day!’
Signed, Cousin Y.
Or how about the gross ones:
- ‘New addition to Newton’s Laws of Motion: loose motion can never be done in slow motion.’
Well, thanks A LOT, cousin o’ mine, for that awesome visual. It just made my day. Really, thank you.
To be fair though, I admit some Wisdoms do give me pause before my eyeballs automatically roll upwards and around. Got this one today:
- ‘The day your friends stop bringing their problems to you….is the day when you have lost command over their hearts.’
I wonder why so many of my friends don’t talk to me anymore…..