There
was one guy whom the astrologer told, "Next week, by next week,
you are going to die of a car accident." So the guy got very worried,
and he hid himself in the house all the time. He never went anywhere.
And if he had to go out to buy something, he walked on the sidewalk
very near to the house, never crossing the street when any cars were
going by. Only when the road was all empty, did he go. Even on a red
light, or a green light, he didn't cross. He just tried to outwit destiny
for one week. Then he would stay alive. That's what he thought. And
then, already six days had gone by, and he was still alive by being
so careful. He was so happy.
On
the seventh day, he thought: "Okay, there is one more day, and
I am done." And then, he walked along the usual way, going to buy
bread and the sidewalk was very near to the house, and no cars were
around, and he felt safe. He saw this was the last day. He had to be
extra careful. When there was a car, he wouldn't go out. He went out
at night, when there were no cars, and on a small street. When he walked,
suddenly there came a bang on his head, and he dropped dead. It was
a toy car... from the window above. It dropped on his head: a car accident!
So
the astrologer was correct. And he couldn't avoid it even if he knew.
It just made him worry one more week and he didn't live his life fully
before he died. He could have eaten, drank, driven, or done whatever
he liked until he was happy and died. But he died miserable. One week
before he died, he was frightened, scared and nervous, and he couldn't
sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't work properly, couldn't drive his car.
What's the use of that? He died anyhow.
Master
Tells Jokes
