…..'A sense of humour lends you poise, it gives you balance and it helps you to bend without breaking'…..

(HH Pujya Gurudev Swami Chinmayananda)

Menoloopal Tuesday

This is the day I let off a bit of steam about some case of ignorance, stupidity or just plain absurdity.  I leave you to decide which category best fits.

It is possible to be mugged in  a variety of non-physical ways.

Well, when I say physical, I am referring to the arm-swinging, teeth-cracking, toe-stomping selection of physical.  There is however a more subtle and actually rather deadly form which still affects one physically, but leaves no marks.

It is assault with the fragrant weapon.

Duelling of the senses at forty paces.

The three metre swords of scent.

It's a competition as to which can get the complaint in first - the nose or the lungs. The nose will tickle and twitch, start to produce water to equal Niagara Falls and if things are going really strongly that day, the eyes will get in on the act.    What gets me is I know of at least two women and one man who all complain of rhinitis or allergies, constantly sniffing as a result, who all wear their own mini-atmospheres like a suit of armour.   I wonder how the allergies would be sans their weaponry?  I doubt, though if any of them have actually been in a life-threatening situation due to odoriferous adhesions.

But these lungs have been.  These poor old, life-long asthmatic lungs.  Anyone who has had any association with an asthma sufferer will completely understand the following plea.

Less is more.  If I can smell you without actually hugging you, it's overdone.  Leave it off. Thank you.

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