meeting

Round table conference. Wise men always opted round tables for meetings. Just because they wanted a solution just like the table, ROUND. Symbolising perfection. Aana Mutta ( elephant's egg).

guys came from around the globe. East , west, south, north, middle east, bottom west , left south ..whatever. West started first as usual like a smart first standard student.

WEST: we need spirituality . Our world is in danger and American movies will help you that time ..so please help us now. We need spirituality + an escape from recession + money to rule the whole world.


EAST: halagula? You mean bajumaju? Spirituality, yes concentrated SPIRIT is generated and digged from our spirit feilds. But without revenue? No never. We need money too. Cash . Namaste.

South and north could not talk since they have no direct contact with the sun.

Then came the middle east
MIDDLE EAST: we are happy. Welcome to middle east. Visit our website
www.everybodyscrewedusandyouarewelcome.com

baboons with southeastnorthsouthgoodfornothing, means africa.

baboons asked: when we are going to have our lunch?

A friend from the village

Baboons left his home searching the truth , the perfect life, happiness.

One day monka arrived searching for him . Silence fell between them.

Monka lifted the silence from his shoulder and asked “why dint even send a letter to your family?” silence.

baboons said “ no time “ .

monka asked “ what is there so time consuming here for you? You are just wasting your time looking at this old tree...whats this?

baboons opened his mouth more wide and shouted “ i want to get some peace why don’t you people leave me alone?

Monka asked ,piece of what?

it made baboons to shout “ peace ,P.E.A.C.E. i am going to be enlightened.i want the pure happiness of being in nirvana.

Monka replied, “ da maire* nirvana means death ...so rest in peace” monka walked down the hill.

enlightened Baboons followed.

* maire is a Malayalam word which can replace words like idiot, scoundrel, fucker etc.

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Sleepless rain cried all these years
children never gone out sinking hut.
Mothers always waited on the road
with a torch lit from heart.
mangoes fell down like bruised faces
no rainbow for the poet.
Shivering with lightning
birds flew with the cages.
holding my heart inside her palms
she stayed until the rain vanished with my life.