Whither you perpies

My idiotic perpies are beautiful; they have done everything to make my life hell, but seem to be eating the humble pie now.

That is but natural, what they carry on their shoulders is not made up of any durable material, it is made up of flesh and bone and would wither away (as the state does at the end of Chammunism) if some one does something on it. Well I am not the guy to back off from a fight. I like to imagine their grey matter shrinking and evaporating altogether.

Actually there is nothing to shrink and evaporate. You can’t shrink and evaporate vacuum can you? The darling perpies think that by putting their heads together they can fill in their vacuous heads, but let me ask you, would quadrillion blanks create a word, would the hen ever have a mammary gland, can you ever pick flowers from the sky? Well if you can do all that you can fill my perpies with brains.

When I think of all those hot air balloons at one place in serious consultation I feel exultant. This is a war I have already won. I can home in on to them any minute; I can fuck up their vacant cerebrums in an instant with a word, with slight movement and even with a smile. I love every minute of it.

Friends what is life without enemies? Enemies are like the nectar of youth, it rejuvenates you. It adds meaning to life. If there is a god somewhere as they say, I am thankful to it for letting me have these imbeciles to play with.
The darling gas buddies of my life. What would I do without you?

Some times I feel great compassion for them too. I know that they always picture themselves as subservient to me, though they and their cronies pretend it is the other way round (the poor darlings do not know that all the ways are within the mind. No amount of pushing and shoving is going to get them anywhere in it if they don’t know what it actually is.)

I am afraid that I have involuntarily made them the devotees of kuttichathan, a very mischievous low spirit they say. (I hear that they go there with their whole families now. The sorry plight of my high and mighty colleagues. They are alternately at Sabarimala and Parassinikatavu at present (Both the homes of powerful deities as per popular concept. Well I have nothing against these deities you know. But when I am around and stands before them in flesh why should you visit some one else!).

Whenever they are pushed into a corner by me they cry out.

Ente muththappaa. (My grampa- the deity seems to be conceived as the ancestor of all)

Or

Ente ayyappaaa (My Ayyappa- This deity resides at Sabarimala a very popular place of religious tourism, they say it was a Buddhist temple once. The Brahmins in this land seem to have converted it into a Hindu temple.)

Both these deities are Hindu. But my preppies are of different religious beliefs. That do not matter much it seems, they go to these places all the same. Nothing like a powerful enemy to teach religious tolerance!

The prepis with their lovely talent for inventiveness have even led a few kids astray. Their frantic activities always make me wonder. They are the strength in numbers (though nothing in their heads), and they have the backing of every invertebrate in the land. They have the money, the means what not. Just what are they afraid of? I bet that they can’t tell themselves, it is emotional, my presence makes them uncomfortable, it shows their deeds in a different color altogether which they dislike.

They just can’t move away from me and go on with their lives. Well if I can help it I won’t allow it also you know. Every single moment of their lives would be filled up with my thoughts. I am very particular on this. I won’t have it otherwise.

Once some one comes to me on their own accord, they are mine till the end of the world.

That is how subtle relationships work out. Once you sink your tentacles into some one you are in for eternity. They should not have done it in the first place. Only the fools believe that it is a one way bridge. When you build a bridge people enter both ways. Think on it. It might clear the cobwebs inside the vacant spaces that are within your mind.

They are still pretty confident when they are together, though they come up with ideas of involving kids to fight against me every now and then. Well my darlings, fight like grown ups, fight with your mind if you can. But that is the very problem is it not. You fail at every mental game that we play, and then you take it to the physical level. Who won my loves? Who won? Only those lose control that can’t fight with their wits.

My sweet preppies (Let me tell you, this is another sweet, not the kid sweet I usually talk of. So don’t take me wrong) I have obliged you in etching these few lines for you though I am rushed off my feet. It is to comfort you really. There is no thrill in fighting with a bunch of morons without taking some punches all the time. There is something called compassion isn’t there.

I am giving you some little leeway by this post. Make the most of it and bandy it around.

Wish you well my precious gas buddies. We will meet after Christmas.

And a very sloppy new year too.( Not to you, rest of the world. You enjoy the best things and the best times!)