This post was inspired by a discussion which i found myself interrupting in.

Today two of my aunts were talking about the current security situation and how it affects the activities at schools. The case in point was a well known school which was closed for the next few days as it was speculated that they received terrorists’ threats. one of my aunt proceeded to explain that the school management called up a meeting with parents and it was voted unanimously that ‘its better to be late than sorry’. so they closed the school for a week or so.

Hearing the ‘its better to be late than sorry’ bullshit, i couldn’t contain myself and interrupted with my own philosophy of pessimism. I presented them with the question: “Lets assume, there is no such concept as ‘late’, all you have to be is to feel sorry” , I continued “whats better? to be sorry today  or be sorry tomorrow?”.

“Lets face it”, I explained in response to their blank faces. “You are gonna get blown up by a bomb sooner or later. Whether at work or at marketplace … or even at home, you will find your fate written on some IED and feeling sorry is the only feeling one can get”. Saying this, i took a deep breath and continued… “So, would you like to be blown up today or tomorrow, or next week… ?”

“Or would you opt to be perished by a more ‘elegant’ way of death – the hellfire missile by a US drone?”, I presented them more choices to die, as if its me who decides their fate tonight.

Although I was not talking out of emotions but rather making fun of the situation that i got myself and my poor aunts into but they were totally lull. the only response i got out of their mouths was a few grunts, and i couldn’t help but smile at the irony.

Though the conversation (rather than a one-way argument) was over, I started to ponder over what i had said earlier. ‘Whether to be sorry today or tomorrow?’

If I had to choose, then under the current scenario, I would rather be sorry tomorrow coz today, i would party hard…. would spend all my savings as it will be of no use to anyone once I am nothing but a a few mounds of flesh and bones lying on the side of a street or rotting in a cockroach infested morgue.

Whats your choice?