Kung FU Jack Ass - Goes Third

Burrrrppp did he and all raised

Their eye brows nastily

Little did he care for

All he thought of was..

Long and Far had he come

On the path untaken

Without anyone even knowing

The hero that he was

Rubbed the little elixir that was left

Of that he thought to be ass lotion

And sat on a rickety chair

To live out the days

With his farmer friend

That mortal Scientist

When..

A Cry he could hear

From outer space

Little did he understand

That sound does not

travel through space

Flew out did he

To meet yet another dooms day

Who you ask? Who else

But that inferior hero

That nobody knew off

Kung Fu Jackass was his name

Forget him not at least for

He was going to save

Our lame asses all over again

It was a trap to draw Mr.Jackass

 Zoom did he suddenly

Into a black hole and trapped

For Sound does not

Travel through space

But little did he know that

It did through time

Ass he accelerated through

The queen thought

She had won finally

For Kung FU would be

Thrown into a time

Where he ceased to exist

She would have her revenge

On her sister K

Who was imprisoned

For treason against the state

In jail she was

The king long gone

All alone

Kung fu did not think so

Turned on his ass did he

And that little elixir that he

Had rubbed turned to

A whole blob for time and space

Was collapsing which gave him

BOOOOM! Back was the famed

Flavour fart and he let one rip

That caused a ripple in

the expanses of Space and time

And there he was, Back in Beta K

Then new queen was appalled

Her plan had been thorned

Flee did she but where

In panic and all

But little chance did she stand

For she was up against that legend

Kung FU Jackass.

What ensued they say

Is legend till this day

K was freed and restored

 But all she pined for

Was her former nemesis

He looked at her once again

And with a smile once again

Flew into that doubles sun

To be sling shot back to

The oblivion of the unknown

-          A Filarial Special Pome

If you are interested here are the first two J

http://filarial.blogspot.in/2008/01/kung-fu-jack-ass-vs-roach-from-outer.html

http://filarial.blogspot.in/2014/03/kung-fu-jackass-again.html

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

I have come long and far
through a journey of choice
i dont know if it is the
saddest or some otherthing that
if even today you said
leave it all and come with me
I would without batting
a tiny eyelid

Salvation

The path to salvation
is very similar to that
which leads one to
eternal damnation
there does not seem
much difference between
the two so to say
for without one
the other seems impure
I wonder though
which is it that I seek
Salvation or Damnation

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

:)

To the Moon!

I boarded a rocket to the moon

A while back before which

Memories and experiences

Where sparse and galore

At the same time that is

Accelerated against gravity

And as we did lost

That big lower weight

Which to my surprise was

Filled with payload

To escape inertia and baggage

The second and third stage complete

And we were stranded in outer space

So to say but slowly but surely

One the path to the destination

It is this time that I felt

Is the most dangerous

For when things were

At a staggering pace

Associated with the escape

One had time not

To think a lot

It is in this time that

Memories and the past

Haunts you it seems

To the last for

Every few paces there

Are but thoughts

An interesting fact though

The pace as slow as it may seem

Is something that was earned

And the world around me

Moves just as fast

In fact back on earth the

Time differential is a killer

And far ahead has time moved

While I slowly progress

With a painful existence

I know not at the moment if

The gravity of the moon is close

 Or still far away

Is the path right or righteous?

But for now…

There is no escape

~A Filarial Special Pome

Peking Yang - An Alternate telling

Chapter 1 - Origins

Gandhi had got us freedom in the summer of 1922. The non-cooperation movement had been a success. It had been a tenuous path that Gandhi had chosen and had turned the massacre at Jalianwala Bagh into a positive notion to rally the entire nation against the British. This had resulted in the independence with the first Prime Minister being Muhammad Ali Jinnah. Subash Chandra Bose a radical thinker in the roaring thirties along with his trusted advisor Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel had led India into a new era by playing an important role in World War 2. The British Empire owed India 30 billion tonnes of gold by the end of the war. 

History was so intriguing. India has been in economic doldrums for the last 10 years. But the romantic in me thought of the golden age post world war two all the way to 1990 between which India grew into a super power. The cold war with China that defined world politics! And its inglorious end with World War 3! The Narasimha Rao / Manmohan Singh government could do little to stifle economic stagnation though India had obviously been on the winning side. Half of China became a part of India making India the biggest nation in the world that spread from Mongolia to the Kanyakumari while the other half was annexed by Germany. The annexation had not been a simple one. Rebel groups from East China have constantly worked at liberating the West Chinese Provinces. The bloodshed had not stopped and the internal war had now lasted for 20 odd years.

I don’t know why but I have always felt Indian though many around me are bitter about the annexation. I believe in India and am very much Indian. My father had roots that could be traced to the ancient Ming dynasty while my mum was a peasant woman of Kashmiri descent. If you did not know my name is Taiping Yang which means the Pacific.  I work at Infosys in the city if Shenzen. Narayana Murthy who founded the company just after the war ended, is said to have been an army infantryman who had stayed back in Shenzen post war and founded the News/ Media Empire of Infosys. It’s the kind of rags to riches story that inspires the youth that even in this economy it is possible for ideas to reap benefits if one has the passion and determination.

“Yo Tai stop day dreaming we got to move. News story breaking in the frontier town of Pok! The chopper is ready” yelled Macsan. I was her cameraman. And you don’t sit in lethargy when you hear her voice. I got into the chopper and as I did I got this strange smell. Something wasn’t right. I felt really uneasy. Kind of a premonition, I thought hard. The chopper lifted as I saw the fleeting figure of Macsan running on the tarmac and her shocked expression. I was confused and then I passed out.

I got up and found myself bound and blindfolded. I could feel and smell the damp floor. I heard a voice in the foreground and then I was shoved onto a chair. A whisper told me what to say and my blindfold was taken off. The Blinding light and I rambled, “ I am okay…. Disoriented… please give into their demands… whatever it is…” and then I was gagged again… time passed … I pissed in my pants… the stench… I blacked out.

I heard shelling. I heard bombs. I heard strange voices shout in fear. I blacked out again. When I got up I was alone. But my bonds were loose and I broke free. I grasped for air and looked around. I was in a strange cave and there were bodies around me. I started to run in the direction opposite to the blazing fire. I did not realize it then but I was running deeper into the mountain rather than out. I stopped to take a deep breath once I felt safer. It was really dark. I put my hand on the cold rock. I felt something trickle on to my fingers. It was a cockroach. I ate it. I was hungry.

I was totally lost in the unknown mountain and I kept walking deeper into it in the hope that I find an exit. And then I saw a light. I ran with joy thinking that I had finally reached sunlight. And I ran straight into a big opening and was surrounded by crystal that sparkled. In the centre was a strange vehicle and a being in a form I had never ever seen ever. I gasped. The being looked at me strangely and I felt a piercing pain and the last words I heard were, “You have finally reached your destiny child. Spread pacificity with what you will get.” I passed out.

I got up in an ambulance and when I gasped for air the male nurse told me to relax. I passed out again. I woke up in a hospital bed to the beautiful face of Macsan. She was looking very concerned and when I smiled she relaxed. I asked where was I and she said I was in a hospital in the frontier town of Pekren. Her face then grew dark. She looked at me with pity. I asked and she replied, “ Subramanian Iyer was released earlier today in a bid to free you. The black ops masterminded a plan such that he would die with the rebels and you would be freed. But everything went wrong. The rebels died alright but Subramanian Iyer escaped. No trace. And you were miraculously found in a field 20 kms away. The black Ops lead reported you to the government. The roumer is that you masterminded the whole thing such that Subramanian Iyer would escape. You of all the people , such a beautiful hearted person… you of all the people they would suspect… “ 

She was bitter.

I could not believe it. What was happening? I was an enemy of the state. I closed my eyes and then realized something with shock. I opened my eyes and I was in a field … I was able to tell Macsan from there to trust me and then I made sure she fainted with an injury to the back of her neck. I had a power I did not fully understand. I ran.

To Be continued. Filarial needs encouragement :D