one too many mornings

I just found this video, it has them both!! Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan, so... life doesn't get better than this. Here I just had to share it.

It's a restless hungry feeling
That don't do no one no good,
And ev'rything I'm a-sayin'
You can say it just as good.
You're right from your side,
I'm right from mine.
We're both just one too many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind.

Blowin' in the wind

I really love this song, its way high up there on my list, I would have said it is mostly because of the lyrics, but that would not be entirely true, it also is because of Bob Dylan, and yes, I know some people would be offended by that statement, but really, I do not intend to be disrespectful. I do like Bob Dylan, a lot, actually.

Here the lyrics and a Youtube link to the song hope it works

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Mamma Mia, here I go again.

I like this song, I get it. Its that thing about resisting temptation - what ever it is for you - and your sheer helplessness in the face of it. How do you confront that?

Mine ? is a piece of delectable chocolate cake :( Mamma mia, does it show again? My my, just how much I've missed you. A lot. A whole lot. You have no freaking idea how much of a lot. And you are so lost in your own world, you will never realize I have missed you all this while, so there, the joke's on you too! hunh!

:D
though I guess it's still mostly on me -- Just one look and I can hear a bell ring, One more look and I forget everything....

Here are the lyrics, and ABBA's '76 rendition of the song, and yeah I liked meryl streep's version too.




Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again?
My my, just how much I've missed you
Yes, I've been brokenhearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go?
Mamma mia, now I really know,
My my, I could never let you go.


I've been cheated by you since I don't know when
So I made up my mind, it must come to an end
Look at me now, will I ever learn? --- Nah! Not me!
I don't know how but I suddenly lose control -- yeah I don't know either
There's a fire within my soul
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring
One more look and I forget everything, o-o-o-oh -- o-o-o-oh



I've been angry and sad about the things that you do
I can't count all the times that I've told you we're through
And when you go, when you slam the door
I think you know that you won't be away too long
You know that I'm not that strong.
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring
One more look and I forget everything, o-o-o-oh

Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again?
My my, just how much I've missed you
Yes, I've been brokenhearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go?
Mamma mia, even if I say
Bye bye, leave me now or never
mamma mia, it's a game we play
Bye bye doesn't mean forever

jaane kyon log mohabbat kiya karten hain

i never liked this song too much earlier, as in.... you see I did not get the question, jaane kyon log muhabbat kiya karate hain , ummm... isn't it obvious ? Elementary my dear Watson - types. and in that sense I still feel that, no one goes out of their way to put themselves in harm's way, matlab theek hai na, ho jata hai, kya kar sakten hain, you just bite your tongue and suffer the consequences. I think Ghalib was right when he said

Ishq pe zor nahi hai ye vo aatish ghalib,
jo lagaye na lage aur bujhaye na bujhe.

So in that light really you do not get the blame for being in love, its not your fault, we will find someone else to blame. Later ;) n i have so much to say about this, I am going to write another post.

Anyways, I digress, I was telling you why I have begun liking this song now. Its mostly the way it is sung, the highs and the lows, and the way the lyrics go, they tell a story, parts of it so predictable , but the nice kind of predictable, that makes you feel good -- see, I knew this, types. For example this one here
saavan mein aankhon ko kitana rulaati hai
so you ask your self the question ki kya? kya rulati hai, and you already know the answer - kuch andaaz to hai aapko ki kya rulati hai, so when you hear the response
purakat mein jab dil ko kisi ki yaad aati hai
you feel good now, you knew it !! There - that is why I like this song, it gives me an ego boost, mujhe jawaab aaten hain, wah wah wah!

I guess there is more, like:
tanhaayi milti hai mehfil nahi milti
raah-e-mohabbat mein kabhi manzil nahi milti
see... to someone like me that sounds tempting? Were you trying to put me off? Ain't working bro!

and then I particularly like this part, listening to it,
mehaboob se har gum manasoob hota hai
din raat ulfat mein tamaasha khoob hota hai
raaton se bhi lambe
ye pyaar ke kisse
aashiq sunaate hain zafa-e-yaar ke kisse
bemuravvat hai
bevafa hai vo
us sitamagar ka
apne dilabar ka
naam le le ke duhaayi diya karate hain

I so completely disagree with it on an intelectual plane, as in its too sexist, aashiq sunaate hain zafa-e-yaar ke kisse, arre? what about men? are men not unfaithful? phir ? lopsided kyon? anyways, sometime you can keep your politics aside and just listen to a song. Or perhaps, most of the times :)

I hope you dance

I love the lyrics to this song, mostly that line about

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance

You see, I did not do that when I was younger, I wish I had. No I am not dead and I do, I do dance every chance I get now! :) here, I want to dedicate this to my daughter:



I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

that's it! I give up!

Remember how sometime back I said I was doing this thought experiment? Yeah! Well! It is officially a failure now. ha ha ha

Here is why...

If thought forms worked then it should have worked looooooooooooooong back. It did not. So even if I do get a positive result now, it could as easily have been chance... so ... yep. Failed it is.

No, I still cannot tell you about it, because if it happens then, I will always doubt that you did it on purpose, so ... I am just letting it go. What was that philosophy... if it comes back it is yours forever, if it doesn't, was never yours to begin with. see, I never agreed with that one ever before, but, I digress.

Defining Love

What is love? How do you define love? Do different people define it differently? Is love for a child the same as the love for a parent, a friend, a lover? hmm...

Here are some other people's definitions of love that I like:

ishq majnu ki vo aawaz hai jiske aage koi laila, kisi deewar se, roki na gayi --- from that song ye ishq ishq hai ishq.

I completely agree with it, if it meant something to you, nothing could stop you, the whole lot of them are just excuses, you love something else more, that's why you stay, if you really loved this thing as much as you claim you do, you would have gone for it. nothing could have kept you. May be I am being too harsh, may be I don't get exigent circumstances, still there is a romance to the idea ki ishq majnu ki vo aawaz hai jiske aage koi laila, kisi deewar se, roki na gayi...


jaan tum par nisaar karta hoon, main nahin janta dua kya hai. -- mirza ghalib but he had a lot to say on the subject, so I guess I picked my favourite. May be it is the same thing as above, I give my life for you, I do not know what a prayer is. That there would be no dilemma, that it comes as the most natural thing in the world to me, to give you whatever you ask for. That if you wanted me to go away, if it killed me, I would go as as far away from you as I could, because that was what you wanted.

mujhko tumse baandhe

For Laila.

and a little bit for Tariq too. Or perhaps, a lot of it for him. No, not all of it.


मुझको तुमसे बांधे ये जो इक ज़ंजीर है
धरती से अम्बर को जाते सपनो की तक़रीर है

लिखी गई न मालिक से तो
ख़ुद खींची हांथों पर मैंने
ऐसी भी कोई लकीर है
धरती से अम्बर को जाते सपनो की तक़रीर है


याद करुँ और
आ भी जाएँ
शैतानों कि सी अब् कहाँ तकदीर है
मुझको तुमसे बांधे ये जो इक ज़ंजीर है

यूँ अल्लाह करे वो भला बुरा सब
अब भी क्यों कहता फिरता गलियों में कोई फ़कीर है

मुझको तुमसे बांधे ये जो इक ज़ंजीर है
धरती से अम्बर को जाती
सपनों कि तक़रीर है

maria

I am watching the west side story for the first time and I am liking this song maria...

I like the part

I've just met a girl named Maria,
And suddenly that name
Will never be the same
To me.
Maria!
Say it loud and there's music playing,
Say it soft and it's almost like praying.

the last two lines are an acute observation. Say it loud and there's music playing, Say it soft and it's almost like praying. :) It is, isn't it?

the most painful thing

You know what the most painful thing in the whole world is?

Watching someone who had potential fritter it away.

You could have been anything you ever wanted to be, and you let it go... you became nothing you ever wanted to be.

long sigh.

okay fine, how am I to know what the most painful thing is, I haven't had them all, so I guess its one of those very painful things. Or sad things. Or something.

What do you do when you are mad?

What do you do when you are very mad at something?

When someone says something bad to me, or something bad happens, as in something simple bad, not horrible bad, you know what I am saying right? something that can make you angry, not sad, there is a difference.

When I get angry I find the best cure is to go clean. Anything. I will clean washrooms, do dishes, scrub the windowsills and that place between the door and floor - I don't know what that is called off the top of my head. That's what I do, when someone yells at me, is mean to me, or some other such thing. That's my therapy.

What's yours?

hum jab kuch kehten hain

हम जब कुछ कहतें हैं .... क्यों कहतें हैं? इस उम्मीद से न कि हम जिस से जो कह रहें हैं, वो हमारी बात समझेगा। है न? पर क्या ऐसा होता है?

हाँ। अक्सर तो लोग समझ ही लेतें हैं। मतलब छुट पुट, इधर उधर कि फालतू बात, मैं कल पिक्चर देख कर आयी, मुझे बिल्कुल अच्छी नही लगी, तुमने ये सब्जी कैसे बनाई वगैरह वगैरह.... अगर कोई किसी की कोई बात न समझे तो लोग बात ही क्यों करें? बेकार फालतू कि ताकत ज़ाया।

पर ऐसा भी तो होता है, कि जब हम, सच मुच, कोई बहुत ज़रूरी बात, जो अस्सल में हमें लगती है, जो दिल से महसूस होती है, जो हम बहुत परेशान हो कर कहतें हैं, वो हम जिस से कहतें हैं, वो नही समझता। होता है न। अक्सर होता है। जब होता है तो हर बार दिल को दुःख भी होता है। फिर क्यों कहतें हैं? क्यों चुप नही रहते?

चुप रहा नहीं जाता। मन करता है, एक चांस मार लूँ, शायद तुम समझ ही जाओ। क्योंकि प्रॉब्लम ये है न कि कभी कभी, लोग समझ भी लेतें हैं। consistency नाम की तो कोई चीज़ ही नहीं है । उसपर मुश्किल ये, कि जिसे समझनी चाहिए, उसे समझ नही आती। और दूसरे लोगों को समझ आ जाती है, तो चलो, कॉन्सोलेशन पराईज़ है, कभी खुशी होती है कि कुछ तो मिला, और कभी गुस्सा आता है, जी चाहता है वापिस मुँह पर दे मारो, ये तो नहीं माँगा था मैंने, ये क्यों दे दिया? अपने पास रखो।

तो प्रशन है कि क्यों कभी तो कोई समझता है, और कभी नही समझता? या फिर ये, कि समझना किसको कहतें हैं? मुझे कैसे पता चले कि आप मेरी बात समझ गए? मेरी बात कि प्रतिक्रिया में आप जो कहतें हैं, उसी से न? तो फिर हो सकता है, कि आप मेरी बात समझ जाएँ, पर जो प्रतिक्रिया आप करें उसे मैं न समझूं, क्योंकि आपने वो नही कहा जो मैं सुनना चाहती हूँ, तो मैं समझूं कि आप समझे ही नही। और इसका विपरीत भी हो सकता है कि, आप कुछ भी न समझें पर गलती से तुक्के से, जो मैं सुनना चाहती हूँ, वो आप कह दें, और मैं खुश हो जाऊं कि वाह आप ही एक सयाने मिले हो, जिसके पल्ले तो पड़ा कि कहा क्या मैंने। :) हम्म... बड़ी मुश्किल है जी।


ज्यादा सोचो, तो हैरत कि बात ये नही है कि जिससे कहतें वो समझता नही, हैरत कि बात ये है, कि कभी समझ भी लेता है। दास द्वार का पिंजरा, जा में पंछी पओन। रहने में आसचर्य है, उढत अचम्भा कौन?

It is beautiful, that in the course of the individual trajectories that we follow through life, once in a while, there is comprehension, communication, they overlap, and for a few seconds, you see from my eyes. Fine, if that is myth, I would much rather live in it. Those are the most precious moments of my life, when for no apparent reason, you knew what I meant. Or I deluded myself into thinking that you did. I live for them, because there is so much I want to tell you. I wish it wasn't like that, I wish I did not want to tell you anything, I wish I could not care less, because you disappoint me all the time time, but that is not how it is, is it? I do, I do want to tell you stuff, and it is useless, mundane, boring stuff, the same as you might want to tell me too, we both already know it, but I still want to tell you.

है बहुत कुछ, जो मुझको कहना है। अबक्यों इतना कुछ मुझको कहना है और तुमको कुछ सुनना नही। क्यों जब लोग बहुत हैं दुनिया में फिर तुमसे ही क्यों कहना है? अब किसी दिन फुर्सत में ये भी मुझको कहना है,
बहुत ग़लत है ये, ये जो कुछ तुमको सुनना नही। समझ कर भी, ये जो कुछ तुमको समझना नही।बहुत ग़लत है ये, ये जो इतना कुछ मुझको कहना है। और ग़लत है ये, ये जो जिद है , कि तुमसे , बस तुमसे ही सब कहना है।

Hopeless. I have chosen this fate for myself, and I am the one to blame. So, I guess I will sit and wait. Whenever you think you are ready, I am right here....

relatively warm day

I am very glad to live in a city where a high of -3C is cause for celebration, its a warm sunny day!! I come from a city where a low of +3C would have been called bitter cold, so I find it amazing that on days like these, I of all people cannot stay indoors, I have got to get out, its a nice warm day out there, and I should enjoy it. Considering how few of those we get.

Degrees of helplessness

On a warm lazy afternoon, in the corridors of a Delhi hospital that had just received a fresh coat of phenol-water, which had unfortunately attracted more flies than repelled them, against the wishes of the very meticulous jamadarni doing her infinite rounds of pochas, a bright young surgeon looked at me and said, not at all unkindly "Eventually all cancer treatments come down to this, efficient pain management. If we can keep the patient comfortable, then...."

"And what if you can not do even that? " He probably had not had much experience talking to relatives and this was perhaps as new to him as it was to me. He looked over at the flies buzzing over a speck of dirt, shrugged his shoulders and looked away. It is in real bad taste to ask people questions you already know the answers to. He must have been a nice man, because he turned back, he turned back, looked me in the eyes and said " We can not even cure the common cold. Medicine is a shot in the dark. We cannot do anything. What do you want us to do about that?"

"I want you to stop being angry at me." But I did not say that. I realized that he was not angry with me. He was angry at himself, at medicine, or something. Whatever it was, it had nothing to do with me. That was the day I understood, that there were degrees to helplessness. That it was possible that he understood mine but I was not even close to getting his.That even though we were not in the same boat, our boats were in the same waters. My journey was about to end, his was only beginning.

I will never forget the look on his face. Yes, there definitely are, degrees to helplessness.

What is left of a life....

Last night I was driving, I made a mistake. It was a terrible mistake, the other car should have hit me directly, it would have been a brutal collision. I should have died, I did not. The other guy had brains, he used them.I am not kidding. It was totally my fault. My first thought was, thank god my daughter was not in the car with me. Second thought was feeling bad for the poor guy, he would have had to live the rest of his life knowing he killed somebody. Third thought, My husband is going to yell at me - he was driving ahead of me. Fourth thought - shoot, I left my home dirty... who is going to clean up after me? and what are they going to think about me?

What do you make up of a life as you pick its leftover pieces?

I was going out for dinner, in my hurry I left clothes on the washroom floor - later when someone picked them would they think I was a careless person? Is that true? Am I? My closet is not exactly as organized as I keep meaning to make it. What does that say about me? Oh and my blog! damn! does it really reflect who I am? I remembered my last post and thought! ouch! not good at all. hmm...

I suddenly understood what they mean by " I cannot be caught dead doing ......." you never really know when you could be caught dead. And all that is left behind is stuff.

Our things are personal, we know why they are important, no one else can find that meaning in them. The big things people find uses for, no one is going to throw away my jewelery, they might even keep my sarees, ki chalo beti shayad pehen le, but my paperwork, my books, my nick knacks , I don't suppose it is going to make a whole lot of sense to anyone. They will have no need for those small treasures I have saved forever. Not right away, but after a few years, someone is going to open that box full of my M.Sc notes and say, who is going to read them now? I ask myself that question all the time, but I don't throw them away, because trapped in those yellowing pages are dates that mean something to me, comments from friends that only I find funny, and equations that I look at now and go wow! I knew this ! wow!

Those fraying old photos from school, they each tell a story - a story that is not apparent right away, you had to have been there to know what had happened that day. After a few years when my daughter is older she will want to keep the photos, but will decide to pick a few, she will keep some and throw some out, and I think it is likely that she might throw the wrong ones out, think somethings mean what they did not. She will not know who I am looking at, because obviously I am not looking towards the camera. She might look at the people sitting next to me and think they were my best friends, she will not know that my best friend was sitting the farthest from me, coz that morning we had a tiff and sat apart :) . She might find that half arm jutting at the corner of one picture - shaky composition, she will not know that the only thing of importance in that picture was that arm, it is the arm of a friend who I have not seen in ages, I have no idea where she is and I have no real hope of ever finding her again, that the only reason I save that picture is because held forever on that bit of paper is an action I yelled at that day "Why? Why do you have to spoil every picture?" and have smiled at ever since. I am so glad you spoiled that picture :) She will not know any of that. For that matter she will not know any of that, no matter how long I live. There are things you cannot tell anyone, its like I said, you just had to have been there, to know what was happening that day. And, no it won't matter a whole lot, in the long run nothing really matters a whole lot, pictures least of all.In any case a lot of me went out with the stuff I did not keep, the pictures I threw away, the papers I tore up....

Our real stories are caught between those small insignificant tangible possessions that we leave behind, the junk, the stuff someone else will inevitably have to throw away one day and the imperceptible secrets in our hearts that will leave with us. That the world will not know the truth behind both of them, is in the end, not such a bad thought afterall.

In a life lived under the constant curious scrutiny of friends and family, it is somewhat gratifying to know that you will never know why I saved that half torn photograph, that crumpled bus ticket, and that small pebble which is like almost any other stone on the road? What is so special about them? Different people know different parts of that story, but I don't suppose they will ever get together.

Yes, the stuff we leave behind tells stories, but more often than not, either no one is listening, or, they hear the wrong ones. The irony of history, forever looking for the truth, forever missing it. And I find that thought, amusing.

for the heck of it

do you remember that Shyamalan movie, unbreakable? the guy says, all these years, I have been waiting to hear a particular combination of words.

Well all these months I have been waiting for a particular event. I cannot tell you what it is, because that will spoil the experiment, I will tell you after, it is not an entirely unlikely event, just something I have been sending out thought forms for, and I am waiting to see if my thought forms have any impact at all. I am very sorry to report that they have not worked. Not yet at least.

The trouble with such an experiment is that you cannot tell anybody about it till it is successful and then they might not believe you. Baad me to sab kehten hain..... And on the other hand, when something is just with you, you might be tempted to change it and modify your own expectations and say, han han ho gaya, yehi socha tha. Hard to maintain that integrity so to speak, or may be in my case, i am more likely to just forget it all together. So, I thought I will write about it here and thus remember it. hmmm....

So, still waiting.... for godot...is it? Did he say he is coming? No, I don't think so...... :)

lakdi me ghun sa lagta hai

लकड़ी में घुन सा लगता है
इक सपना मन में पलता है
जीवन दूर बहुत है उस से
पर देखो न वो कब से
दिन रात यूँ मुझको छलता है
इक सपना मन में पलता है


फीके संकल्पों कि क्यों तीखी आशा
विद्रोही मन को भी रोके
ये क्यों बढकर के मर्यादा
जब कोई मुझको गरज़ नहीं दुनिया के सच्चे झूठों से
फिर क्यों इनकी बातों से मन धुक धुक कर के जलता है
लकड़ी में घुन सा लगता है


है तो सारा अम्बर मेरा
तारे मेरे सूरज मेरा
माँगूं तो अब भी शायद
हो धरती और सागर मेरा
पर वो मुझसे रूठ गया जो
पर वो मेरा छूट गया जो
चन्दा मुझको खलता है
इक सपना मन में पलता है

मन का ही ये दीपक मेरे
बुझता है न खुल कर ही क्यों जलता है
लकड़ी में घुन सा लगता है

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I think I am in love with my blog

Why?

Because......

When I am away, cooking, driving, doing something else, I think of so many things I would like to write on my blog, but when I actually sign in... poof... all gone!

मतलब यूँ तो बहुत कुछ कहना है मुझे तुमसे, पर जो कभी सामने आ ही जाओ मेरे, तो फिर सिट्टी पिट्टी गुल। फिर हम उल्टे पाँव भग लें ...... :)

chal ri sajni

I love this song for it stands for a philosophy of life.

चल री सजनी अब क्या सोचे?
कजरा न बह जाये रोते रोते.

The way I look at it, it says, there is a time to think and a time to NOT think. You see, जब डोली जा रही है, अब वो तो सोचने का टाइम नही है न । टाइम तो तब था न, जब घरवाले पूछ रहे थे कि बेटे शादी करनी है कि नहीं। तब सोचने का टाइम था । अब इस वक़्त सोचने से किसी का भला नहीं होने वाला, अब तो जो होना था वो हो गया। तो भाया राम नाम जपो और जितनी हो सके उतनी अच्छे से निभाओ। बस।

so, I think it is very important in life to learn when not to think. When not to unnecessarily complicate your life.

All I really need to know

This is a huge poster down at my doctors office, I love it.

All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sand pile at school.

These are the things I learned:

• Share everything.
• Play fair.
• Don't hit people.
• Put things back where you found them.
• Clean up your own mess.
• Don't take things that aren't yours.
• Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.
• Wash your hands before you eat.
• Flush.
• Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
• Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
• Take a nap every afternoon.
• When you go out in the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands and stick together.
• Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup: the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
• Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.
• And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.

Take any one of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out in the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

[Source: "ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW I LEARNED IN KINDERGARTEN" by Robert Fulghum. See his web site at http://www.robertfulghum.com/ ]