Once upon a time there lived a king. He was a loved king. Loved by his subjects and his followers. He lived when calendaring was not in vogue so its hard to say when this conversation took place. It is debatable if he had a queen. But if we pretend that he at least had a girl friend then here is what some of his dialog with her might have looked like -
K: Hey honey I am home.
GF: What have you been up to today?
K: Well you know this and that and looking to see how I can help the poor souls out there.
GF: You are such a nice dude, don't you get tired of helping?
K: Well you know I am happiest when I do these things.
GF: Oh that reminds me - there was this fella that stopped by asking if you were avaiable later to sit down for discussing rights to your autobiography.
K: Hmm..really - that sounds flattering..what's to tell?
GF: What do you mean - lots - people will always remember you by all the good you have been doing - doubt if there is going to be anyone that comes close in what you have accomplished..
K: Come now - that is silly - hugs her.. meantime the writer has been observing the goings on from a hill outside - what with the windowless abode where the King hung out and the breeze going, he starts jotting down some specifics on a papyrus.
He comments that the King in fact has a queen and he has witnessed this himself.
He proceeds to say that he Saves and this would be a good idea for generations to come (are you listening Obama/Ben? - SAVE not spend).
After further scribbling on more papyrii he continues to talk about how the King looks up and says - the Clouds are coming (meaning pain and trouble - this was geek speak at the time for momentous commentary using metaphors),
Today if you follow what the pundits in Silicon Valley are muttering its much the same - the CLOUD is coming - in some cases its already here.. where do you think you are going to store all those 10Mb digital memories from your trip to the ancient land and snazzy pics of all those papyrii?
Here is another essay on the subject of first names. As in birth names. Or names provided to an offspring at birth. While the developed world tends to shy away from the exotic like Refrigerator or Coca Cola for their new production there is a plethora of Jims and Johns and Bobs or Robs. Speaking of which I do not think there is a categoric decision point at the time of birth if a child will be hereafter called as Bob. I mean have not yet met a toddler called Bob or Rob for that matter. At some point though the parental instinct to mouth out multiple syllables runs out and they switch from calling the crawler Robert to simply Robbie to Rob. Now speaking of - it is strange that the name sounds like something you would not want Rob to do - i.e. Rob anyone. Then why call someone that? After all Rob Peter to Pay Paul is not exactly a maxim to live a young life? Is it? Perhaps Peter or Paul might want to have a say in it? Then there is this matter of going to the John. Why degrad...
Clouding the brain certainly,... and what happens to the monsoons- do they disappear without or within THE CLOUD?
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