AH HA HA, nobody ever said "You can't charm MY snake" to me before. Ass.

As I  walked down the busy sidewalk in Brickfield Road, knowing I was late for temple, my eye fell upon one of those  unfortunate, homeless vagabonds (you know – tattered clothing, long hair etc) that are found in every city these days.

Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them..
Recalling my old priest, Gurugul, who always admonished me to ‘care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the naked,’ I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.
Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying every worldly possession in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person’s condition.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a true, hidden beauty.
A small voice inside my head called out, ‘Reach out, reach out and touch this person!’

Warning, the punch line to this joke is really stupid.


I won’t be at the temple this week….

I told you it was stupid.