“Happy
Valentine’s Day, darling,” Socrates came home earlier than usual to greet his
wife on love’s own day.
Xanthippe
frowned. “What’s wrong with you? First of all, you come home leaving your real
Valentines behind, your beloved disciples, I mean, and then you forget that we’re
now living in Hindu-satan where Valentine is a phoren demon.”
“What’s
in a name?” Socrates asked. “Hindu-satan
is just a counterpart of Paki-satan, names, just names. My Plato will tell you that names are illusions
thrice removed from the essence.”
“Plato
is your real Valentine, isn’t he?” Xanthippe threw a sidelong glance at her
husband.
“Plato
was amused when they said that Valentine was a corruption of Valmiki,” Socrates
said ignoring his wife’s insinuation about his relationship with Plato. What
does she know about Platonic love?
“Valmiki?”
Xanthippe’s eyebrows rose to form two mighty arches on her broad forehead where
the greying hairline had begun to recede.
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“Yup. You know the story, don’t you, about the bird
couple making love when the hunter shot down the male bird.”
“Ma
Nishada something.” She had not learnt
the divine language of their new country.
“Maa Nishada Pratistham
Tvamagamahsāsvati Samaa / Yat raunchamithunaadekam Avadhi Kaamamohitam,” Socrates
quoted Vamiki’s very first sloka, the primordial love song, the alpha of
romance. “Even animals should not be
hurt when they are making love, being kaamamohitam, driven by kaama. Would Valentine of Isai-satan ever say such a
thing?”
Xanthippe
was dismayed. “So what they say about
everything having its origin in Hindu-satan is true?”
“Well,
there is nothing in the universe that is not in the epics of this great
country, it seems. Valmiki and Vyasa are
the originators of all wisdom and technology, all, nothing less.”
“Oh!
We’re so privileged to live in such a great country, my beloved Valentine.” She
moved closer to her husband.
“Valmiki,”
Socrates corrected her as he stretched out his arms to embrace her on Valentine’s,
sorry, Valmiki’s day.
Wonderfully written Sir ! This is what the goons in power have reduced a wonderful country to. Truly Hindu satanic...
ReplyDeleteThe tragedy is they don't know their epics.
DeleteIf you try ......there will be another epic....sir
ReplyDeleteThank you. My humble write-ups are enough for me.
DeleteValmiki Day indeed :)
ReplyDeleteLove knows no borders.
The very first sloka of Valmiki Ramayana is a love song par excellence.
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