My sad attempt at humour!

For billions of years, life on Earth evolved. And it continued to evolve, till "WE" arrived. There is no theory to prove the fact that we were to be the "final" end-product of evolution but, as there is no theory to disprove it, we can claim that all the forces in the Universe conspired to create us!

We now fly across continents, we eat well-cooked meats, we have multiplied in unbelievable numbers, we live in palatial houses- each house occupying ever increasing space, we employ others to do our biddings. We've explored more places on Earth than any other living being. Talk about our unbelievably, inquisitive nature.

We've seen our kids move away to far-off lands in search of better food and lifestyle, and more often than not, never to return. We've doubled our life expectancy (highly presumptuous!!!). We've created, successfully, disparity among the healthiest and the weakest. Sub-Saharan Africa provides the leanest pickings. There has been a rapid growth of population in what is now known as India and China. Looks like unclean environs help us grow!

The generation gaps have never been more distinct, with each successive generation adjusting to new rules, regulations and technology, leaving the laggers to their misery.

We've survived a couple of World Wars, and managed to scape unscathed, for the most part. Following this, we've largely resolved to maintain peace among the different races- the fair-skinned, the dark ones, the biggies and the little ones. We've lost count of how many races we have divided ourselves into.

We've proved to the world that while all around us keeps decaying, we are in prime health- and will continue to do so with the help of our two-legged slaves!

-Da Roach

Elevator- the smallest microcosm of society!

Each day, I ride up and down the elevator at least 6 times. And, I meet different people. People of all ages, all sexes, all creeds; old and young, fat and thin, male and female- and every once in a while some"one" whose sex one can never be sure of, sexy and not-so-sexy, tall and short, hairy and bald, healthy and sick, loud and silent, harsh and polite, well-suited and nearly stark naked; with all kinds of gadgetry or the lack of it.

I meet them on the elevator; I exchange polite conversations with them, and once in a while, I even take the liberty of sharing a joke with them. I have been scowled at, been given rough stares, admiring glances ( now that's one blatant lie!!!), and see-right-through-me glassy looks.

And, for etiquette, just as elsewhere, I don't fart in an elevator, I don't wear stinky clothes, I don't drool, I don't gobble down my food in the elevator. In short, I give people their own, private space in the confines of that small elevator. Just as in real life.

And, I also notice, just as in real life, there's no space for animals!