THE SALINGER IN MY BASI

The public loos I frequent away from home is notorious for etched graffittis and mundane profanities. They're solicitous and gratuitous; and anyone on their right mind wont fail to notice it and that amidst their glorious deeds, ernabees, or whathaveyous, its as if your being taunt by these anonymous vandals and hooligans whose only talents are to vent their frustrations on the society as a hole ere whole.

Incidentally, last week, J.D. Salinger, the celebrated author-actor of The Catcher In The Rye turned 90 years old. From the Sunday articles that I gathered, he no longer grants interviews. And what do they expect, at his age, he should be given the courtesy to live and enjoy his twilight years. Let the man have his privacy for crying out loud.

He came to mind because of this flagrant profanities in my shitting cubicle. Just like his book, which is laced with teen-age angst, and outright mid-finger salutations. In today's world, the old book can easily be read in bloglife form. Holden Caufeld, the main character is just a teen-age boy beyond his years. He could easily discern what is necessary to escape old New York at a time when the city can be had for mere $10 a day.

And a minor message of this book is when Caufeld was given a note that served as words to live by. It's about the "difference between the mark of maturity and immaturity with regards to dying nobly and humbly for a cause".

There I said it in pharaphrase form lest I'd be accused of copyright infringements. And while your thinking of re-visiting this old masterpiece; you may leave me now, alone...in peace and reverie!