The OFFICIAL labyrinth

Have you ever had the feeling that you were lost?
That whatever you do, you cannot get out of it with the fruit of your efforts?
Kind of what Harry Potter would have felt in the Triwizard tournament?

It is possible that some time down the line, you do have such a situation in your life. And as they say, practice can make you prepared for any kind of eventuality. So (I hope you catch my drift)


Practice getting lost in a labyrinth. Practice going from one place to the other without any sense of being. Practice walking around with your head down moving from one clue to the other with no hope of actually solving the puzzle. Practice by.... going to any government office to get a signature which attests the marks which you obtained a whole eon ago.

Aah. The bliss! The pleasure! The sheer relaxation! Let me recount a story which will further prove the point that being lost in a labyrinth can be very very very very enjoyable.

To start off, lets just imagine a certain honest court place where a lot of honorable lawyers are having a ball. When people like us approach them, the smile on their face is so good, so pleasing, kind of like... "Aah I thanketh lord for the food on my table". It gives you a sense of satisfaction which nothing else can probably give you ever. When they tell you the charge of their services in getting you the required signature, it is so less, that it just breaks your heart and leave them to their philanthropic acts.

Because you realise that just next door is this huge huge building which is supposedly swarming with the all elusive GAZZATED officers. Then when a person asks you to go to the 16th floor (yup, seriously) to get one measly signature... well, you just feel glad you were born in the first place.

Moving on, the 16th floor? or was it 18th? or maybe 14th? naah.. it was none of them. Because of a scandal which broke out a few months ago, all the officers have been shocked into nobility. So they refuse to sign and give you a hint of what a ping pong ball feels when she goes around from this end of the table to the other end with apparently no possibly motive.

Hell, that sweet lawyer's measly fees actually appears endearing all of a sudden... But then you realise, that the helpful man won't be able to get you the "gazzated" officer's signature. Here comes the twist, you have to go to a hospital to get the signature (did no-one see Munnabhai MBBS while making these kinda rules???).

But moving forward, in the hospital.... The dudes and dudettes are roaming around with apparently nothing to do but guide us poor misguided souls towards the gazzated officers. And when we meet them, their fees is even more humble than the dear old lawyers.

It is at this point, at around 2:30 pm in the after noon, you realise the true essence of life... And why is the answer to life itself and everything else is always 42!!!
Please, go thru this experience at least once in your lifetime... It is an enriching experience.
GOD SPEED!