Achoo! Atishoo!

You know why when we sneeze we say atishoo? We are simply asking for a tissue! :D:D

PJ Alert in reverse!! hehehe

One of my dear friends used to love to comment whenever asked to pass on a tissue - this tissue has issues!

But seriously, I mean, how horrid to be used so, to wipe anything from dirty hands to bat boogers, from soaking up split tea on the table to cover up a bleeding cut. A tissue's job description is the stuff either legends or your worst nightmare are made of! But it’s not ephemeral like Raymonds' “A complete man”! A tissue is v.much there, not that it has a choice, but still, its there and that is what matters..

Maybe, the naive simplistic creatures that we are, we arn't seeing it right. Maybe its not "use", but 'usefulness'? So we don’t use tissues but actually find them useful and extremely so? In their simplicity lies their "we can't do without them" relevance. This is akin to saying we don’t merely use water but find it critical to our existence....

If only a tissue could be man. Or men could be as good/useful/dependable/multi-facted as tissues:: sigh::, maine abhi tak shaadi kar li hoti, by God ki kasam!

yours,

sneezy! Hand me a tissue please!