Friday, December 12, 2008

DASHAVATAR - Vaanaravatar

The philanthropist - Based loosely on an old fable and inspired by the links

http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=55011066 and

http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=41516335&tid=2583731290985039587&na=4&nst=150&nid=41516335-2583731290985039587-5258041191628372832

This is the story that happened in Lavale, the media country ruled by Mr. Muni Monki hailing from the Dakshin. Unhappy with ways of eliciting work with enticing baits in the form of assignment status, the semi-civilised hilltop performed a two year long penance. Lord Ventikeswara received complaints via email from females of Symbiflam err Combiflam group of institutes. Finally Lord Ventiki appeared and asked the hapless inhabitants on whether they required an MBA, Placements, fame or money.

Lavale-ians from Footprints 2008 reverberated in Chorus, “No God… No..”.

Lord Ventiki in his unruffled poise continued, “Subjects, then what is that you require?”

Sankat, whose name apt to the crowd’s mood spoke, “We are a happy lot today, but our pre-story was one embroiled in controversies and complaints. We weren’t steered properly to the distant shore. At least avoid it next time & we want none from PG2011 to face similar hurdles.”

Lord Ventiki’s eyes filled to the brim. The little tear drop on earth would spell disaster, a Tsunami that can wipe out the shores of Chennai. Before that great flood inundated earth, Lord heeding to the request decided on the last incarnate of his Dasavatar. Lavalaites were impressed by his austerity and granted him a space.

Being an actor himself, Lord Ventiki donned the new role effortlessly. He opened the hostel almirah and Lo!!! Muni Monki, the tree saint, was born and to remain the central character throughout the epic titled Vanaravatar, where he would drink the holy nectar and save the PG2011 with countless advices on their future to be. Monki’s attire and character of short-term commitments suited him best among the ten avatars.

This incarnation gains relevance today with IT boom and the pose of some professionals caricatured as simians.

Once at Lavale, Monki forgot the essence, reason and righteousness behind his avatar. He deviated from Mission Guidance to Vision Nonsense and threw away his lethal weapon called Talentaayudh. Needlessly he jumped state to state, tree to tree in search of the sweeter nectar and the source from where emanated an exceptional feminine aroma. The lust to temporarily capture the throne (in common parlance the Maha ‘simc’anasa) of the symian hilltop made him greedier than ever.

The decision of Lord Ventiki to be born as Monki instead of Kalki had already instigated many a smaller God. Meanwhile the femme fatales among the aspirants had an eerie sense of insecurity. Sensing the deviating purposes of Muni Monki and understanding his true colours, the PG 2011 approached the smaller God’s for help, who in turn formed a cartel to cancel Monki’s entry pass to the once heavenly abode. Unaware Monki continued jumping more trees.

To teach Muni Monki a lesson and to save the PG2011 from the unsafe clutches, one mischievous God dressed as an Apsara, the beautiful maiden, seduced Muni Monki into drinking the nectar.

Surprise!! As soon as Muni Monki was served nectar, the Maya software emanated a fragrance. The source of the distant scent was an Asura’s cave. Disturbed and disillusioned on finding his search turning futile, Muni Monki wanted to start afresh with a Google search and Orkut community. Muni Monki proposed to marry the maiden serving nectar. At the very moment, the Apsara disappeared, deceiving Muni Monki of everything from wooing and charming the Lavalein gopikas to writing a long discourse like the Bhagavad Gita.

Suspended mid-air, with neither an entry in heaven, hell nor earth, a once compassionate Lavalein lady steadied him on a tree stump.

Years passed and this Muni Monki finally became the coconut tree. Today Muni Monkis’ hair is what we see as the coconut leaves, the French beard as the husk, nectar as the coconut water and the stump itself as the the tall trunk. A life once lived romping from trees to trees finished as a tree itself - The kalpavriksh.

There are different stories on Monki’s techniques of knocking the feminine doors and thus pocketing them. The tips are used by the present Gen-X kids and Muni Monki is a rage in cartoons, comics and Jokes alike.

Yet another touching story of Muni Monki is that he read the entire Bhagavad Gita with oscillating hopes of finding a beautiful damsel called Gita in at least one of the pages. The glossy magazine pages had corrupted his mind. Thathasthu!

There Orkut community reads something like this: “We're a group of seniors who'd like to help you and share whatever we did and had to do to get here…

The actual purpose is genuinely to be helpful in different ways like

  • Join Orkut, the platform of interaction, the masquerade of ingenuity. PG2011 via the camouflaged 2010 can meet each other, create the team feeling and clear the GD’s with ease.
  • The 2010’s advice helps provide a coupling feeling long before 2011 reaches Lavale. Especially beneficial to homesick girls who will have someone in the moderators and Owners to look forward at the barren hilltop.

Farsightedness aka binoclar-o-technology invented as early as SEP 16 & OCT 17th respectively. Are the birds watching?This generosity, this love, this interest for the future of SIMC, even when the rest were occupied with their first semester exams ....sob..sob...the time people take out to help others.We meet so less of nice people these days.Emotions are choking me and am unable to write more. So many lucky souls who got enlightened and moreover so early in their careers, even before the SNAP forms were available. Lucky juniors with this pole star or say guiding light. Now my memory is flooded with the lone unselfish lighthouse, battered by winds, waves & taunts, yet stoic and unabashed. How I wish I had joined this year with all the free expert advice... :P :)

Final Word: There was once a King who was blessed with a boon of choosing one diamond from the many strewn in the path he walked, but on a condition that he couldn’t turn back and select any that he crossed. The king started walking. As he was about to pick a well polished glittering diamond, he found a better one and then a bigger one and so on. His greed did not allow him to pick the one in front, as he hoped for a bigger one ahead. He walked and walked and the diamonds started getting smaller and duller. Still the greed and hope remained. The king continued walking, ending up with the smallest one available.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

LOL!
Good one! :)

Vaiba said...

will the lord kindly bestow his blessings on me and be a counselor when i start a school :D

Midhun Murali said...

hehe...I too tried helping this poor souls but they are self sufficient and they just need a virtual (hangout) space to showoff their great ideas despite of our efforts to give them some insight on whtever we've gone through. So i backed off!

I didn't wanna cling like a leech in such a community with people full of Inflated egos and 'we know everything' attitude. So I'm doing it through some other serious MBA forums like Pagalguy.com. So the lesson is, if you have an intention to help someone, do it in the right way through right channel, but if you want help YOURSELF try it throug ALL channels...jump from trees to trees. IT WILL BE A GREAT EXPERINCE, for the spectators, atleast ;)

btw lemme tell you Mr. Bloggerji, coconaughty raaaaaaaaaawks ;)