Many many years ago, a baby named Jesus Ibrahim Ayyappa was found on the banks of the river Pampa, and very early on in his life, showed a proclivity for all matters spiritual. He was even ready to sacrifice strong feelings of familial desire at his god’s altar, for which the supreme dude Vishn-allah-weh blessed him. A light in the sky named the Jyothi Star of Makara-Bethlehem is a miraculous sign of his birth and presence on this earth. Legend has it that he is said to have delivered a sermon to his devotees on the Sabari-mount and converted tiger’s milk to wine. At his Last Supper, he ate Puttu and kadalai, which explains why it was the “last” supper. After eating Puttu, it is impossible to eat anything else for a long time….
Excuse me? It wasn’t like that? You mean, I’m all mixed up? All these stories are separate, unrelated events occurring in different places at different times? Oh. I’m sorry. In any case, I wish all of you a Merry Christmas, Eid-ul-Zuha and an safe trip to Sabarimala.
ps: Earlier in the day, I asked Darth Vaadhiar what his job profile was, and he was nice enough to send me a hologram message through R2D2, but unlike Luke, I couldn’t get that broken robot to work. So he gently squeezed my throat, and whispered “Dei Ambi, I find your lack of hologram decoding skills disturbing”. But he did eventually relent and sent me a detailed diagram instead. He asked me to focus on the red arrows to understand the sheer multi-dimensional complexity of his job.