Comedy of Errors

It all began with the Chromosomes maybe. And also the DNA’s. They coalesced in wrongful proportions and caused the uncanny YOU. Then the Obstetrician slipped on the marble floor and YOU entered the world. That was just the beginning. The prelude to the majestic saga ahead.

A for Apple, B for Bat, C for Dog … Uh oh!! Studies began. Then came the horrendous tables which become hopelessly unpalatable and mercilessly error prone after 13. Mathematics has always ruled the roost, as far as boo-boos in academics are concerned. Geometry, Trigonometry, Calculus, Statistics et.al. Name it and Maths has the desired branch over which you can slam your head on the desk.

The exams are the battlefield of the error warriors, where spellings try to outdo numerical screw-ups. Whosoever wins, YOU always go down the drain.

And YOU thought that bidding farewell to the school gates was the end of it. Think again. Miles to go before I sleep, Miles to go before I sleep.

Choosing a career path is one of the vital and most fatal decision to be made. One wrong news ad, one unnerving relative, one raging parent and one wrong bent of mind and YOU are done for. BIG time.

What a messed up world would that be where engineers yield scalpels, doctors pore over blue prints, architects code away relentless on the 15’’ screen, writers kickass on the football ground and jerkos yield a pen ---- Uh Oh!----------

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Anyways errors should be carefully sidetracked in choosing a path to glory or YOU might well end up with an epitaph which reads:

Here lies the body
of Jonathan Blake
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake

Wrong choices always lead to disasters. Holy Matrimony bears a close semblance to the above statement. Fall for a girl who ain’t your type and realize it too late. YOU are done for again. BIGGER time.

Heart rules but when the brain realizes that YOU are neck deep in shit it stimulates the lachrymal glands there goes the love of your life.

Errors’ blow increase exponentially with time and it delivers the last punch as you crane over the cliff, light a stove, peel open a naked live-wire or decide to heroically rescue a child from a burning building.

So that was the center forward in the field who chose the way for YOU and lead to such a final destination.

There lies an irony underneath all ‘this’. Despite knowing the pains that errors cause there is no way we can avoid them. Destiny ain’t foolproof and life ain’t bulletproof.

So that’s the story of errors.

Lemme do a spell check now.