Queuing.

A habit I have cultivated for a long time is meditating and pondering on subjects while queuing up wating for a service. Its practice has become much easier to-day because it is possible to enter thoughts quickly in a PDA while sitting or standing in a row. This often happens, notwithstanding the efficient management of appointments by modern techniques. People queue up at the salon, at the dentist, at the GP, at the restaurant, at the coffee shop and at so many other places. They also stand in a row marking their turn to buy their train tickets, cinema tickets and at the theatre, to mention but a few instances.

When the wait is long enough, or if it goes beyond expectations it becomes expedient as a timefiller to jot down one’s ideas.

Having this morning my name listed towards the end tail of a long list to see a vip (small letters intended), I settle comfortably down on a chair to do some more practice in meditation. Such thoughts as the following fly in and take centre-brain stage:

How long will it take to find solutions to pending world conflicts ?

How many innocent young lives must be truncated on the politicians' high altar of self-gratification before an end is put to strife, hunger, misery.....................

When are we to realize that humbeis [read my other blog to understand meaning of this new word] are one formidable race, capable of living peacefully together and have the talents to realise yet other multiples of sevens as new wonders of the world;

How much more will it take to turn penal institutions into an oasis of the guiltless eager to help their fellow neighbours when in need;

When will statistics show a full literacy complement;

Why do we still refer to countries by classification, the elite, the firsts, the seconds, the thirds, and perhaps other classes later on;

Tell me, is it the same at the pearly gates – queuing up again sitting on misty thick clouds waiting to be called in or chased away ?

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