MathU DEVI in a DISCO

Once later the mythological stories in the school syllabus of our great grand-children's children will read as follows

The Finding of MathU Devi in a casket

Colonel Maharaj was ploughing a piece of land for conducting a sport. He ploughed and ploughed for months and then one day, he found water. That’s how they say that the swimming pool at Lavale was formed. Undaunted with the failure he ploughed again. The pickaxe hit a pot, a real jack-pot. Wrapped in golden threads he found a specimen in MathU Devi snuggling inside a golden casket called SIBM. With the arrival of the baby, Maharaja's good luck appeared to soar up. The MathU girl wore a moustache and never left her casket, but tried bullying the neighbouring kid called SIMC. As days passed, MathU Devi was embellished with the crown of irony, as the disciplinary committee head who had to be taught discipline. Later, rechristened famously in the annals of history as DISCO, taking the DIS in disciplinary and CO from committee, he survived. And then unexpectedly one day, in the dark of night, a powerful slap landed on his drunken face. Unable to gulp the juices of humiliation & ignominy, the earth split wide open and MathU girl was forced to go back to the core of mother earth.

P.S: By the way, King Colonel is still ploughing something in front of my window in the name of a new sports ground. Hope he finds a better disciplinary committee head with something inside his head unlike the barren top outside. Pity the fact that even a strand of hair hates to stay on top.