A Boondian Folktale

a boondian folk tale

 

Mr. Beardie was sitting all by himself in the Krakatoa crater. Musing as ever if he created the hole that brings in light and shower or he was just a mere fall thru the hole bearing no relation to the creator of the crater. Happy or sad , the musings were musings anyway.

He had been toying with this thought for quite a while now, as he could guess from the charcoal marks he made on the wall nearby. Mr. Beardie, as his scholarly beard suggests is a man of knowledge. Apparently, he  fell frm the skies with a brush in left hand and book in his right. So goes the folklore that he is the magician of the higher realms, who made his appearance to enlighten the lives of the Boondi tribe, the natives of the krakatoan crater.

The boondi tribe is an isolated yet merry bunch of people who revel themselves in the art of spells and charms. They claim themselves to be the dark lords of the Booandian territory, which the Andians would not agree too. The tussle between them has been one of ages. The new found controversy was though the appearace of Mr.Beardie. The boondian head lord vividly remembers his granpa’s bed time story whence he was told the angels shall drop from the sky to usher the Boondians with enlightenment. It was a dream come true for the head-boondi  or shall we say the creditbilty of his granpa visionary charms seemed to have perfected the art of prophesy.

Mr. Beardie was unaware, as expected from any sane gentleman of his knowledge and learning, of the intricacies or the implications of his great fall. The muddled expression on his face coupled with his once in a while shaking his head, scratching his beard had done a great deal to add to the aura of enigma which was already prevalent in the minds of the Boondis. Yet, their reverence of silence quelled their desire to intervene with the complex calculations undergoing in the brains of Mr. Beardie. Nor would Mr. B be interested in being questioned in the middle of his intellectual pursuit.  So the audience decided to watch on for the delivery of the superb speech.

Days passed by. Mr. Beardie seems to be showing some signs of restlessness. Head-boondi would not dare disturb the silence. Suddenly, they heard a distant rumble. Mr. Beardie was getting excited. So were the Boondis, as they heard a similar rumble on the day when Mr. Beardie fell frm the sky. They were convinced that the message is arriving. Their anticipation and wait have finally paid off. The Gods have been pleased.

Mr. Beardie thus spake “ Now I know how I came here . I dropped down from the airplane brushing my teeth, where I was on the shitpot reading a playboy!”.

So Ladies and Gentlemen, imagine what the boondis did next? They decided to subscribe to playboy, as they thot that was the source of the divine knowledge which Mr. Beardie carried.

 

 

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