Saturday, May 06, 2006
Love thy neighbour?
Mental Baba's ashram is not the sort of place where one would find religious scriptures of any kind. That's because Baba believes in only one religion - that of humanity (this is where you're supposed to stand up and start clapping).
Baba is too sagacious an entity to be enslaved by the Vedas, the Koran, the Bible or other tomes that could be used as toilet paper (although he's been somewhat vulnerable to the teachings of Murach's OS/390 and z/OS JCL). However, to make up for an utter lack of creativity and sparkling wit, the degenerate Baba would not mind borrowing a line or two from one of the repositories of chicanery and hypocrisy mentioned above for the sake of this post. If other desis can do it, so can Baba, and with equal aplomb.
"Love thy neighbour."
Wow! That's a relief. These overdressed clowns seem to have got at least something right.
Now this is something that Baba wouldn't mind following with religious fervour. Especially when the ashram's neighbours happen to be Rambhas and Menakas hell-bent on disrupting Baba's tapasya.
For the first time in Baba's current incarnation, there was lush greenery right next door. RIGHT NEXT DOOR. For once, the grass was greener on Baba's side of the metaphorical fence.
//*Long pause while the nature-loving Baba fondly reminisces over the sights and sounds of the rainforest, with his thoughts lingering around a particularly colourful bird that inhabited it.
God. She was hot. And she was so cool. Now Baba knows this doesn't make sense to students of thermodynamics. He would like to direct them to higher echelons of physics.
She moved out this week. All of a sudden, it's like the lumberjacks moved in. All I can hear are these lyrics resounding against the crumbling walls of my cranium.
She was pretty. She was smart. She was single. She didn't mind me at all. She was within reach. I liked her.
That's another one down the drain. I'm getting tired of Baba's bungling ways. Stupid Baba. What is wrong with you, YOU BLOODY FREAK. YOU BUM.
Get away from me. I hates you.
Management Class : Meandering thoughts of a fickle mind
Baba is too sagacious an entity to be enslaved by the Vedas, the Koran, the Bible or other tomes that could be used as toilet paper (although he's been somewhat vulnerable to the teachings of Murach's OS/390 and z/OS JCL). However, to make up for an utter lack of creativity and sparkling wit, the degenerate Baba would not mind borrowing a line or two from one of the repositories of chicanery and hypocrisy mentioned above for the sake of this post. If other desis can do it, so can Baba, and with equal aplomb.
"Love thy neighbour."
Wow! That's a relief. These overdressed clowns seem to have got at least something right.
Now this is something that Baba wouldn't mind following with religious fervour. Especially when the ashram's neighbours happen to be Rambhas and Menakas hell-bent on disrupting Baba's tapasya.
For the first time in Baba's current incarnation, there was lush greenery right next door. RIGHT NEXT DOOR. For once, the grass was greener on Baba's side of the metaphorical fence.
//*Long pause while the nature-loving Baba fondly reminisces over the sights and sounds of the rainforest, with his thoughts lingering around a particularly colourful bird that inhabited it.
God. She was hot. And she was so cool. Now Baba knows this doesn't make sense to students of thermodynamics. He would like to direct them to higher echelons of physics.
She moved out this week. All of a sudden, it's like the lumberjacks moved in. All I can hear are these lyrics resounding against the crumbling walls of my cranium.
She was pretty. She was smart. She was single. She didn't mind me at all. She was within reach. I liked her.
That's another one down the drain. I'm getting tired of Baba's bungling ways. Stupid Baba. What is wrong with you, YOU BLOODY FREAK. YOU BUM.
Get away from me. I hates you.
Management Class : Meandering thoughts of a fickle mind
mental baba 10:36 AM
