When The Wish And The Fear Are

I Went To War. .... I Survived, While Other Men Around Me Died. ... Men Whose Lives Were Crunched Up In Mistakes, And Thrown Away By The Wrong Second Of Someone Else's Hate, Or Love, Or Indifference.

But I Smiled, And Smiling Was Easy, No Matter How Strange And Disorienting The Street Seemed To Be. I Was A Fugitive. I Was A Wanted Man, A Hunted Man, With A Price On My Head. And I Was Still One Step Ahead Of Them. I Was Free. Every Day, When You're On The Run, Is The Whole Of Your Life. Every Free Minute Is A Short Story With A Happy Ending.

The Choking Humidity Makes Amphibians Of Us All, In Bombay, Breathing Water In Air; You Learn To Live With It, And You Learn To Like It, Or You Leave.

I Think That It Is A Part Of Growing Up, Learning To Control Our Suffering. I Think That When We Grow Up, And Learn That Happiness Is Rare, And Passes Quickly, We Become Disillusioned And Hurt. And How Much We Suffer Is A Mark Of How Much We Have Been Hurt By This Realisation. Suffering, You See, Is A Kind Of Anger. We Rage Against The Unfairness, The Injustice Of Our Sad And Sorry Lot.

A Man Has To Find A Good Woman, And When He Finds Her He Has To Win Her Love. Then He Has To Earn Her Respect. Then He Has To Cherish Her Trust. And Then He Has To, Like, Go On Doing That For As Long As They Live. Until They Both Die. That's What It's All About. That's The Most Important Thing In The World. That's What A Man Is, Yaar. A Man Is Truly A Man When He Wins The Love Of A Good Woman, Earns Her Respect, And Keeps Her Trust. Until You Do That, You're Not A Man.