Is it just me, or is there irony in the idea of a museum of tolerance – as if the concept itself, now defunct, has been mummified for perusal?
Life is full of ironies, and sometimes it takes an objective view to find them. As a kid, I found it ironic that my father would preach that we should never smoke, while lighting up. Certainly, it was hypocritical. Of course, he would respond with: “Practice what I say, not what I do!”
His other favourite response, when I would show him research indicating that cigarette smoking lead to cancer, was: “I’m luckier than others; at least I know how I’m going to die.” Ironically, I would remind him of this on his death bed. (Not exactly dramatic irony, but dramatic enough.)
This week, let’s look for the ironic, and hopefully, have a chuckle.
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Have fun! Look forward to reading your responses.
One Woman's Quest II 
Lovely poem.
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A bit of living out irony in this weird life . https://odaciuk.wordpress.com/2018/09/11/if-only-id-known/
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Ah, life’s ironies.
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Not writing a post for this. But I thought I would share my favorite story on irony. This is one I had read in a poem by Rabindranath Tagore. The Bengali poem is titled ‘Parash Pathar’ which means the magic stone that turns everything it touches into gold.
So, there was this legend of a stone Parash Pathar which turned everything it touched into gold. And there was this crazy man who was crazy enough to believe in the legend of Parash Pathar. He decided he must find it and set out on a search for it. He followed the roads and his instincts and went where they took him. His process was pretty simple and painstakingly difficult. He carried an iron chisel. For every stone he would encounter, he would touch the stone with his chisel to check whether it turns into gold. He was a believer and a determined soul. He crossed the seas. He crossed the mountains. He crossed the desert. He crossed barriers unthinkable, because he never noticed where he was. He was completely engrossed in his search for the Parash Pathar. But hard luck! Years passed. Decades. He was still carrying the iron chisel. Disbelief set into his heart. And yet, he kept at his search as it had become a habit.
And one day he covered all the roads, all the countries, the whole of the world, and came back to where he had started. Then he sat down, threw his chisel away, lamented how he had passed the years of his life in pursuit of something that never ever existed! He was crying, inconsolably! And then, all of a sudden he noticed, the iron amulet on his hand was shining gold!
Frantically he got up and started searching again retracing the way he had come.
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What a wonderful tale! I have not heard this one before.
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🙂
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Another ironic signs … near Uncertain (town in East Texas): big arrow pointing left to “Church of Uncertain”….
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Good one!
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