Kung Fu Jack Ass vs The giANT

 Superman Batman Iron Man
They all had glorious fame
That did not bother
The one introvert hero
That no one had heard of
For he was fine in that
unknown farmers backyard
Being a normal Jack Ass
As any other day

But then was heard a sound
Like that of a super nova
And Jack Ass’s ears perked up
And he sighed for
The world needed him again
In a jiffy with ass lotion
Did he become
Kung Fu Jackass for the day again

This time the nemesis was not many
But one adversary who
Only wanted to draw out
Kung Fu Jackass for
He wanted to end the reign
Of humanity as such
By watching they self-destruct
There he was invisible to the naked
Eye you pervert.. eye..
There he was the evil Mr.Ant

Kung fu saw and laughed
By saying what ANTics have you
Been up to Mr.Ant?
The play of words was all
Kung Fu needed to keep
It fun and groovy y'all

The furious Mr.Ant said
You shall perish Kung Fu
For you do not know that
I have found the ANTidote
To counter your ass lotion
And to wipe away that smirk
Off your ugly face

HAHAHAHA he laughed and all
And asked the question
That had stumped the best
If you do not die today
Mr.Jackass "K" shall perish
In her own way light years away

Kung fu Smiled and said it was time
To duel Ant and asked
But then Mr.Ant K is 2000 light
Years away and every time
We travel through space
Time...
Goes backwards while the
Same on earth goes forward
So whatever you do
Everything has already happened
And then nothing has happened at all
So to say.

Mr.Ant stood there and watched
Stumped in his triumph..
For humanity did not stand a chance
and yet..
Kung Fu smiled and walked away
And that is how mon ami
Kung Fu saved our asses all
Over again.

A legend they say not known to anyone
every so again..

- A Filarial Special Pome

The Court Jester

He stood there

Almost like at the

Eye of the battle

That raged

He laughed at

What was at Play

Seemingly a war

Between good

And evil between

Black and White

So to say

The black knight fought

With valor and sleaze

Mixed in divine portions

Against the white knight

Who though white

Was probably just

As Black in his attack

And as their blood mixed

From the blows, it turned grey

The Jester watched on

And knew that

There was no good

Or evil for it was

All in the mind

But who was to say

That it wasn’t real

For it was only the Jester

Who could laugh?

As the battle raged

- A Filarial Pome

Karikula – The legend Continues

Karikula stood aghast. 

In his hands was the bludgeon and at his feet lay the village chief Maurya. There was a lot of blood around him and the villagers were rushing towards him. The strange thing was he had no memory of where he was at or who this was. Or did he? He was confused. He did not run.

The Chief’s house

I walked into the village. It had been six months since Karikula had been imprisoned for murder. He had left my companionship a few months after the murder case of the Queen and I had not heard from him for 3 years till a story reached my ears. It had taken me six months to find this village. I did not go to the place where he was imprisoned.

I walked up to the Village Chief’s house and shouted, “ Will someone serve this poor Brahmin some food. I have travelled long and far. Please..”. The lady of the house came out and invited me in with a smile. She had the servants serve me food immediately. I ate and conversed with the servants.

The chief, the new chief i.e., Kataka, walked in as I was washing up. He saw me and fell at my feet at once. I smiled and said, “I do not deserve such respect Kataka. Karikula has but hyped my abilities!”.  Kataka said, “But he hasn’t! The mere fact that you just deduced why I fell at your feet with such ease gives me a lot of confidence.”

I looked at him and said, “Why did you put Karikula in the cell when you knew the truth, my dear Kataka? “. He looked distressed and said, “I cannot say”. We talked for a while.

The Cell

In the search of truth

The so called truth

At time we put ourselves

Up to experiment

For the cycle of prototype

And test

But little do we understand

What is the outcome, we seek

And bias it from the beginning

Karikula sang in a sweet melodious tone. I sat outside the cell separated by an iron wall. I said, “Without that we do not learn”. He stopped and let out a happy laugh! Karikula said, “ I knew you would come for me. Forgive me for leaving without telling you. But I had to. I could not stand your insane logic.”. I smiled, “ Karikula, I wanted you to leave 6 months before you left. I drove it so that you would leave and seek what you wanted. So what have you found my friend?”

He cried, “You elevate me to the level of friend. I do not deserve that. I have thought long and hard in the cell. I killed the chief of this town mercilessly. I do not understand how or why. But these past six months I have come to realize that I probably do not understand myself. I must have tricked my brain into forgetting. I feel so much pain, shame and embarrassment. I cannot come to terms with the violence or the murder.” Karikula had lost it.

I smiled and asked, “ Calm down. So what are the exact feelings that you have gone through over these past six months? Did you think of anything else but of the brutal murder?”

Karikula hesitated and replied, “ Not till a few weeks ago. I started exploring the feelings of killing someone. But then I could not replicate the pain or pleasure. It seemed like an illusion. It didn't exist, it was more engineered…. “ and then he laughed. Laughed almost like a maniac. But then again he was the sanest of them all at this moment of revelation.

The journey begins – Again

We had escaped into the night. We were about 20 kos from the village. Kataka bid us farewell and turned back towards the village. Karikula looked at me and said, “ I now understand better master.” I interjected, “ Not master, but friend”…

He continued with a firm tone, “No master. At times we create the illusion based on the information surrounding us. Sometimes the information was lacking, sometimes it is just not true though we think of it as the truth.”

I bid him goodbye and said, “Someday, I hope our paths cross again, my friend”.

- A filarial special story

a seqel of sorts to

 http://filarial.blogspot.in/2007/07/odyssey-of-karikula.html

and

http://filarial.blogspot.in/2008/04/rise-of-karikula.html

:)