Territopia is a country booming in oil and all its people are followers of God TUTKEY. Terrorists of the country have besieged the city and taken its rulers captives. The terrorists are psychos and their favorite hobby is to murder evangelists from Liberalopia. Here is a beheading ceremony. While beheading the evangelist, the leader of the country will mount a Bactrian camel and have sex with it. The leader Cashimbinhalalpork says: ‘is the infidel ready to be beheaded? Please give me a ladder to mount the camel Aliflailah.’ The followers chant: ‘Lord Tutkey we offer you praises…..UR UR UR UR UR… May TUTKEY be praised’. The executor hacks the head of the evangelist.
Horriforia is a onetime democracy that is ruled by a fascist party. For the worshippers, the Cow is a sacred Mother. Though democratically elected, the leaders are very enthusiastic about changing the constitution. Horroriforia is also famous and notorious of the people not following their religion. An evangelist Luke and his children were burnt to death. Some evangelists are paraded naked on the streets. The leader of Horroriforia called Hermes Cult demonetized the economy. He and his cronies ransacked the banks and buccaneered large sums of money. Elections are round the corner and the people have to decide whether they want a fascist government or a liberal democratic one.
The sky bathed the earth—water was onomatopoeiaing: slis slis slis slis slis—the sky roared in angry bellows—lightening streaked across the sky as a woman’s lingerie. Watching nature’s festival a joy engulfed me.
I was dreaming about winning a lottery and when I thought I would get the prize, suddenly the light in the room shined (there was no electricity) I take it as a cue that I will a significant windfall.
This happened to me in Qatar. Over my 20 years of teaching, I was rated as a teacher par-excellence. But in Qatar they became unhappy with my teaching. I said politely to the Principal: ‘I will resign’. After a few hours I was ushered into the director’s office. He looked at me with anger and thundered: ‘You are not fit to be a teacher. Why did you want to waste our time? Please don’t do this to anyone else.’ He handed me the return ticket and pittance of remaining salary. This is an incident that I can never forget in my life.
I watched the morning Sunrise. Clouds smiled in mirth and I watched the sun bloom. All is serene and calm.
I am having Holidays and I spent my time reading and writing.
I am reading the Gospel of Luke and I am surprised by the Fact that Jesus spent a long time in frequent prayer. The trinity being one and the same is an esoteric mystery. The Bible is such an enriching book and soul winner.
I am remembering my past sins and I am asking God for forgiveness.
The ritual that Jesus showed that is breaking the bread and drinking the wine and that being the body and blood of Christ is enactment of an allegory. It is profound and magnificent.
Is there a clear demarcation between pulp fiction and literary fiction? Yes, there is! Pulp fiction is an entertainment one and seeks to titillate the reader. Literary fiction is a work of art. Literary fiction is an art novel and created the newness of life.
Dear Ms. J K Rowling. We muggles are not a bad kind of people. We are Godly, Caring and Compassionate. I don’t want to become rich and famous by selling my soul to the Devil. I am sad that you are turning the young ones to Witchcraft and the Occult. As a Muggle, I work hard to earn my living and I prefer not to become a slave of your hyped entertainment. What does the Bible have to say of witchcraft? The Bible cautions people asking them not dabble in Witchcraft and the Occult. What disturbs me most is you are turning little ones away from faith. Again your novels are an escapism from the realities of life. I write this letter a concerned father.
Mr. Wood receives a letter from Transylvania. He reads the letter: ‘I am count Dracula and I want you to come to Transylvania and transport my cargo to London. I will pay your handsomely I also want you to buy me property in London ’. Mr. Wood discusses this with his wife and she encourages him to take up the lucrative deal.
Mr. Wood arrives in Transylvania and hires a cab. The driver asks him where he was going. He replies: ‘to a castle owned by the Count Dracula. The driver laughs loudly and asks ironically: ‘to the castle of farts the count there is a bum’. Here take this garlic in case the count wants to devour your blood.
On reaching the Castle I embarked and there was Count greeting me. He led me to a marvelous ornamented room and later I had a sumptuous banquet. I went to sleep. In the middle of the night some vampires came to my room and I let off big fart and off they went frightened.
In the Morning I went to the port to arrange transportation of Count’s cargo. Soon the Cargo arrived in Castle Gotham in London.
At 12 Midnight the count woke up from his coffin and visited Pub Vagina. He started biting the necks of the people. Then something mystical started happening. All the people in the pub vagina started farting. Wood came into the Pub with garlic and the count vanished. (silliest plot in the world of fiction)
I am on voyage to a country called Democrazy.
During my voyage I encountered storms but I came out unscathed.
Finally I reached the island of Democrazy.
The clever in Democrazy label themselves as the Blue Blood. People allowed to vote their readers. But the irony is that the military holds important portfolios like foreign affairs, defense and finance. The leader of democracy Ms. Angst is under house arrest. Journalists are not allowed to criticize the military. Those who do so will be executed.
Democracy has three tiers of people: the filthy rich, the Middle Class and the poor.
I was put up in a plush hotel and I was told not to export my views on to the people of democracy.
One day I was in my hotel room and riot broke out in the streets and people started chanting: ‘Free our leader Ms. Angst. We want freedom’. The military rolled their tanks over them and many succumbed to death.
I am saddened by the fact there is very little opportunities for the poor.
I am going to my country liberalla and I want to launch a coup against Democrazy.