The dictionary says that the word mud means wet, soft ground. Mud has a very sad sound to it, and this is not without reason. I rather like mud and everything about it, but most people seem to take advantage of this wet, soft ground.
Take last week for instance; poor sad mud finally had a happy day. The rain kept coming down and the mud kept getting muddier and muddier, and the muddier it got the more the mud liked it. This was the first time in a while that the mud had such an opportunity to blurt out in all it’s glory. But the glory didn’t last very long,people couldn’t let the poor mud just lie there and sup up the falling rain drops, instead they just walked all over this smooth wet soft ground and made a filthy, sloppy mess.
Within a few short hours the mud’s glory had come to a sad ending. Mud was dragged all over the place by people who just didn’t care whether the mud was happy or sad. When you walked down the street mud was all over the pavement, when you eat lunch mud was in your sandwiches, when you went to bed at night the mud went right along with you, when you went out to DeeTee to muse about Life-In-Manipal that same mud was there, yes poor sad mud was all over everywhere and everything.
But the people who did the mud the most harm were the students of Manipal. They didn’t care where they walked, they just went around jumping and kicking, and on a few occasions they were even rolling in the wet, soft stuff. Mud will return someday, so if it is at all possible have a heart and try to stay out of the mud. This should make all concerned very happy.
P.S: All the facts in this article are made up! But you already knew that didn’t you?