Breaking the Silence

We have been silent for a long time and many of you ice turtles no doubt thawed your consciences long enough to wonder what became of the Maharajah’s presence in this island’s Blogosphere. Indeed, my minions, who have been keeping somewhat of a bored watch, report the same.

We have news for you slaves. The blogosphere does not as a matter of fact constitute entire portions of our lives. And whilst it is nice now and then to dabble our feet in the warmed carp pond in the Eastern Gardens of our Winter Palace, we do not do so at every opportunity we get. Simply because we have better things to do with our time, like carry out our complete practical assessment of the intricacies of the Kama Sutra with our many wives for instance.

It is nice to see you petty creatures fight though, and that is what has brought us back for a quick look to see what is going on. We were sorely disappointed, expecting some sound intellectual exchanges in par almost with the great scholarly debates of Rajasthan, to find an environment akin to a food fight in a teaching centre for children under five years of age. Once again, we have grossly overestimated the intellectual capacity of this particular corner of the blogosphere.

Aside from all that, nothing as usual remains to be commented upon. We express our dissatisfaction at the way the so called leader of this tiny nook has handled the situation. But although he was slightly overzealous he was not as bad as some who stooped to levels far below the initial instigators of the events, proving to quite obvious extents that the word ‘hypocrisy’ bore no meaning whatsoever in the frames of their tiny minds in its conceptual form. Such spurts of intellectual disease to be found here, here and here. This blogger who appears to have been the real instigator of the whole matter, predictably, has quietly sneaked away under the cover of the ensuing chaos, which is common behavior also seen at bar fights. But be careful, you may want to take a gas mask along before you visit these wastelands, our medics adivse us that they are potentially cancerous to the brain.

We have experienced certain other individuals taking levels of ‘traffic desperation’ to new heights. And by certain individuals we mean the whole of the rest of the blogosphere. An unconvincing attempt to sound cynical and world-aware here. And along with attempts to sound like virtuous saints, illusional drug addicts also jumped into the fray. We have no words for you, except to guffaw uncontrollably at the stupidity of it all.

We have noticed another fight taking place in the background amongst a group of women. But we tend to not bother too much about what goes on amongst the more insignificant classes of society. We have however, decided to extend our kind permission to these frustrated ladies to pay a visit to our harem. We will cure you of your desires. Or arrange someone else to do it, depending on how captivating you look in real life.

As for the rest of you, give us something to think about for a change. Even the tiger attack fearing, drug abusing, worm eating brahmins of Eastern Bengal have something interesting to say. . . .


The Maharajah Has Spoken