Another SHP story

Dear mates,

The other day, I and an IITD friend had to talk with SHP. As courtesy demands, and especially because there was a queue of two elderly, seemingly, professors, before ourselves, to meet SHP, I asked him on our turn,

Me: (Walking down the corridor with him, from where he adieu-ed one of the seeming-professor)
"Good afternoon sir."
SHP: "Good noon! It's noon. Check!"
Me: (Baffled) "Good afternoon, sir..."
SHP: "Good noon!"
Me: "Ah! Good noon!" (It was exactly 12!)
"Sir, do you have time? We just wanted to talk to you for a few minutes...?"

(Now it was his turn to be baffled. He genuinely seemed to be!)

SHP: (Freezing his walk down the corridor, and after a gap of about two seconds.)
(In his peculiar voice...)
"What is there to have? Time exists."
"There's nothing for one to have! There's always plenty for all!"

(He then motioned us to his room...)

Just made me wonder why I crib that there's no time to do this or that! "There's always plenty for all!"
:)

Cheers,
Y