Epilogue (Marimallapa Files)

that and all
The spectacular ethics transfected into our vegetable brains during our fun filled and stress free days of high school has passed the test of time, or so it seems. During one of my recent cribbing sessions with Bharath, I found that the Marimallapa story is really up there in popularity with Ramayana and that Pandava thing. Among the 50,347.59 students in my class quite a few apparently identified their part of (lost) childhood. Some promptly scraped off their monitor screens and pasted onto mails as “forward”. Some even claimed it their own.
But no one could be coaxed to post in the blog (a reply atleast). Some shied away(good lord), some thought it was morally incorrect and some simply couldn’t be bothered.

We weasels sure can’t be arsed about acknowledging the source of the story. I wouldn’t take the trouble of doing it myself (All this from a guy who shamelessly downloads pirated music).
You see, the blog was magically created with our combined IQs, which is about zero (Bharath has about 225 and I have -225 exactly). No, in reality, our slaves worked night and day to come up with retarded tales like these. It would certainly improve the layout of the blog if you could visit AND post. And you would certainly be helping our superiority complex by acknowledging the source (that’s me and Bharath, by the way) if you ever forward it someone.

As weasels we have efficiently infiltrated the system. I’ll accept some of your points that in spite of our school we have transmogrified into world class weasels. We are now in the forefront of laziness (of course it could be worse, some write code for a living).Most of us have attained our fantasies of evolving into successful bottom feeding sedentary life forms. The aura of our redundant lives is so great that we are using that against each other.