To sum it up , we are to this world what an appendix is to a large intestine and what nipples are to a man and what a handbrake is to a canoe.
What scholars had done millenniums ago with the aid of Christ , I do now , with the aid of Popeye the sailor. Let us now call the ages before the year 2002 as ‘Pre-Popeyeian’ era and the rest as ‘Post-Popeyeian’ era , much the same as ‘ Before Christ and After Christ’.
I had scored a perfect hundred percent !! and the world just looked like a bra strap waiting to be snapped.
Much to my chagrin , the doors of the accursed dwelling were opened loose for us.
Nonetheless , the following night , a pack of six foolhardy youths sneaked out of their college periphery (owing to lack of permission) and set out to set the Thames on fire ! or the Arabian sea , or… hell! the Gulf of Cambay on fire !!!
But when it came to issues concerning libido , Kaalu was no less than a cupid. He too, like his father , attempted to rape buffaloes and once got pooped over by one of them. Completely.
It all began with a trip to the Andaman and Nicobar islands which , apart from being a refreshing one , was also a purely imaginary one , for the event never actually took place.
In the halcyon days or yore , when short pants we wore …. (And this , unfortunately , is where the rhyme gives way)
and though he fought , with might and main,
Cassandra’s curse upon him ,was lain.
for none believed what he wrote and knew.
“a connoisseur of fish , I may be called
for the whole Bay of Bengal , I’ve grilled and charred
and every nautical creature , the seven seas hold,
towers of them fish skulls , my shelf doth lard.”
“don’t you begin lecturing me now , I’ve brought you up since you scurried around the streets like mowgli in underpants and washed your godknowswhatwhat since the days you made your red underpants turn topaz …. …. …. “