Thursday, March 30, 2006
Tripathi's Quatrain
This post was really funny...its not really a quatrain, but who cares, you can see the orignal on this link
http://tripathi.blogspot.com/
You''ll get mixed feelings from this and here goes
"When I was born nearly thirty years ago, my mother was troubled by the unique date of my entrance into this world. To assuage her worst fears, she took me to see a Shahman in a village near the present day border between Uganda and the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Please note that I said "Shahman" and not Shaman. The man was Indian and his last name was Shah. Cast out by his own family, he had taken refuge in this remote bush. The local tribe appreciated his visions, whereas the Jains considered him a pariah. However, this was mostly due to the fact that he only liked to eat potatoes and other roots, a practice which is generally frowned upon in Jainism. The Shahman asked my mother to lay me naked on a banana leaf in the middle of his abode. She did as instructed. He then sprinkled some liquid on me (my mom to this day suspects that it was the urine of a mountain gorilla) and began to chant while spinning in a circle like a...Jain Sufi. At the end of his chant he scribbled down the following prophesy and then quickly ushered my mom out of his village, instructing her to "be gone from this place forever":When the new world turns red with zeal,When the fanatics turn away from the pastries of the north,There shall rise the lone white one,From out of the dark forest.Your beta will then be forced to chooseBetween madness and wisdom,Between good and evil.I know. It's pretty chilling. I have kept a copy of this prophesy in my wallet all of these many years. Sometimes, while eating lunch or sitting alone in the park, I will try again to decipher it. I've kept on trying, never knowing for sure if there is any truth to this or if it was all mumbo-jumbo. I've usually attacked it like one of Nostradamus' quatrains (even though there are seven lines instead of four).This past weekend however...something happened. I got out of the shower and as usual looked to see if there were any wrinkles on my thirty-year-old face. Thankfully there were none. That shit is tight, yo. Then my eyes glided down. There, in the middle of my chest, was a single, solitary white...hair.I immediately fell to my knees as everything became clear to me in a single instant. The time of the prophesy was at hand:
When the new world turns red with zealDon't you see? In the last U.S. presidential election the religious right-wing caused the electoral map in America (a.k.a. the new world) to bleed red, "with zeal" one might say.
When the fanatics turn away from the pastries of the northSurely those of you reading my blog are clever enough to decipher this one?? The "fanatics" must refer to radical Muslims throughout the world who are boycotting the "pastries of the north." Danishes.There in the mirror, just beneath my horrified visage, was the lone white one rising out of the dark forest. My single white chest hair was the one that the Shahman had foreseen. So it was written, so it has come to pass.From my knees I proceeded to lay down on my bathroom floor, in a fetal position, for nearly half an hour. In these next few weeks I will be forced to choose. Which direction will my life take, now that I am old..."
http://tripathi.blogspot.com/
You''ll get mixed feelings from this and here goes
"When I was born nearly thirty years ago, my mother was troubled by the unique date of my entrance into this world. To assuage her worst fears, she took me to see a Shahman in a village near the present day border between Uganda and the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Please note that I said "Shahman" and not Shaman. The man was Indian and his last name was Shah. Cast out by his own family, he had taken refuge in this remote bush. The local tribe appreciated his visions, whereas the Jains considered him a pariah. However, this was mostly due to the fact that he only liked to eat potatoes and other roots, a practice which is generally frowned upon in Jainism. The Shahman asked my mother to lay me naked on a banana leaf in the middle of his abode. She did as instructed. He then sprinkled some liquid on me (my mom to this day suspects that it was the urine of a mountain gorilla) and began to chant while spinning in a circle like a...Jain Sufi. At the end of his chant he scribbled down the following prophesy and then quickly ushered my mom out of his village, instructing her to "be gone from this place forever":When the new world turns red with zeal,When the fanatics turn away from the pastries of the north,There shall rise the lone white one,From out of the dark forest.Your beta will then be forced to chooseBetween madness and wisdom,Between good and evil.I know. It's pretty chilling. I have kept a copy of this prophesy in my wallet all of these many years. Sometimes, while eating lunch or sitting alone in the park, I will try again to decipher it. I've kept on trying, never knowing for sure if there is any truth to this or if it was all mumbo-jumbo. I've usually attacked it like one of Nostradamus' quatrains (even though there are seven lines instead of four).This past weekend however...something happened. I got out of the shower and as usual looked to see if there were any wrinkles on my thirty-year-old face. Thankfully there were none. That shit is tight, yo. Then my eyes glided down. There, in the middle of my chest, was a single, solitary white...hair.I immediately fell to my knees as everything became clear to me in a single instant. The time of the prophesy was at hand:
When the new world turns red with zealDon't you see? In the last U.S. presidential election the religious right-wing caused the electoral map in America (a.k.a. the new world) to bleed red, "with zeal" one might say.
When the fanatics turn away from the pastries of the northSurely those of you reading my blog are clever enough to decipher this one?? The "fanatics" must refer to radical Muslims throughout the world who are boycotting the "pastries of the north." Danishes.There in the mirror, just beneath my horrified visage, was the lone white one rising out of the dark forest. My single white chest hair was the one that the Shahman had foreseen. So it was written, so it has come to pass.From my knees I proceeded to lay down on my bathroom floor, in a fetal position, for nearly half an hour. In these next few weeks I will be forced to choose. Which direction will my life take, now that I am old..."
