It appears to Zoltan that excessive consumption of Blueberry Cheesecake induces lamentable side effects. The adroit, rhetorical communiqués published each day by The League all possess similar undertones of wretched, inconsolable despair. Each member deliberates on an array of compelling brews, each brew holding the reviewer immersed and intent on the profound, abstruse, philosophical take on life and each philosophical assessment alluding to a troubled psychologically challenged mind. Or in Zoltan's humble opinion anyway.
Zoltan is concerned at the increase in number of failed attempts at self harm and suicide by the members of the League. One of the more eminent contributors to The League divulges her belief that she will only encounter true contentment posthumously and many of her narrations chronicle her indisposition at continuing to draw breath. Such Tragedy. And yet no one seems to have gone to her aid.
Zoltan couldn't help but be concerned about the tragic story of The Paramour bereaved by his one true love and his complete sense of despondency. Does his lengthy silence mean the Paramour may have accomplished what the others merely threaten to do?
The most mentally disoriented dramatist of the group somehow doesn't seem able to decide what it is he wants to slit his wrists over. And his devotees merely stand around and applaud his troubled sentiments.
A Pseudo Masochistic considerately publicly envisages her deliberate, gory demise. Could this possibly be a another call for help?
The Inconsolable Poet's agility at publishing invokes memories of Indu Dharmasena's aptitude for churning out comedies. In an attempt to grab the attention and aid of a compassionate caregiver this poet completely spruced up her page to resemble a pepto bismol advertisement. And still tragically, no help.
Zoltan has observed the numerous comments on each post and the encouraging messages left behind. The Holy Highness would like to suggest that these disturbed individuals aren't really looking to be stimulated spiritually. If they were, wouldn't the promising messages of hope, comfort them and embolden them into more positive,mentally stable individuals?
Yes they need encouragement. Give them that little push if they are teetering on the brink of a cliff, hand them the bread knife if all they have is a rusty bic razor blade and if they want to die slowly copious quantities of pepto bismol seems to be a favourite amongst them so go ahead and give them a whole carton of it and a couple of straws!
Friday, 5 June 2009
Friday, 29 May 2009
The King of Trolls
OH the thrill! The inexplicable sensation of delight that the latest post by the self proclaimed King of Trolls invoked in Zoltan. What a privilege to have an entire post dedicated to the Holy Highness. It almost renders Zoltan speechless. Almost.
Zoltan is concerned at the King's fear of being usurped as the Sovereign Troll by the Holy Highness himself. Not so, your Grace, your fears are unfounded. Please be reassured by the fact that Zoltan looks nothing like a troll and on the contrary is extraordinarily good looking, quick witted, charming and well mannered and is not particularly partial to living under a bridge.
Apart from this Zoltan is well aware that the Holy Highness cannot approximate the accomplished capabilities of the noble, aristocratic King Troll and would not even attempt to imitate his exceptional vocabulary or manipulation of the English language.
Banish those nasty insecurities Sire, the troll crown is undisputably yours!
Zoltan is concerned at the King's fear of being usurped as the Sovereign Troll by the Holy Highness himself. Not so, your Grace, your fears are unfounded. Please be reassured by the fact that Zoltan looks nothing like a troll and on the contrary is extraordinarily good looking, quick witted, charming and well mannered and is not particularly partial to living under a bridge.
Apart from this Zoltan is well aware that the Holy Highness cannot approximate the accomplished capabilities of the noble, aristocratic King Troll and would not even attempt to imitate his exceptional vocabulary or manipulation of the English language.
Banish those nasty insecurities Sire, the troll crown is undisputably yours!
Tuesday, 26 May 2009
Jesus Christ Super Star and John Bonham
The Extraordinary League of Literary Pundits consists of a diverse number of contributors, each selflessly administering their ideology to the misinformed masses. Working tirelessly with admirable benignity, these aspirant exemplars address critical social upheavals with avant-garde convictions that leave one with a sense of wonderment and reverence. Two amongst these paradigms stand out conspicuously to Zoltan who cannot help but wonder at their adherence and commitment to the cause.
One of these advocates valiantly chose to leave his ample lifestyle, creature comforts and cheesecake to go out amongst the bourgeois and minister to their impoverishment. This Deity ingeniously documented and updated his teachings and miracles for the League and its followers to derive from and develop on. He astutely elucidates his message in parables and aphorisms so that the obtuse, asinine commonalty are able to discern and implement his doctrine in their habitual routine. Champion to the poor, providence to victims, sinners, children, women and the Samaritans, Jesus Christ Super Star is a proponent The League should flaunt proudly.
The other entity Zoltan finds himself impressed with is a different kind of Super Star. This personage selflessly disseminates his cornacopia to his groupies each morning. Most Artistes remonstrate the afflictions of living in the public eye but not the Darling of the League. Magnanimously, this demure, reticent percussionist bestows dollops of his personaltrivia on his adoring public, obliquely letting them know that he is not above befriending the less fortunate. This multifaceted drum enthusiaste has captivated avid devotees with multitudinous posts on his exciting performances that keep us on the edge of our seats. The fervent zealots that continue to pledge allegiance to John Bonham can only wait with bated breath in anticipation for a live performance!
One of these advocates valiantly chose to leave his ample lifestyle, creature comforts and cheesecake to go out amongst the bourgeois and minister to their impoverishment. This Deity ingeniously documented and updated his teachings and miracles for the League and its followers to derive from and develop on. He astutely elucidates his message in parables and aphorisms so that the obtuse, asinine commonalty are able to discern and implement his doctrine in their habitual routine. Champion to the poor, providence to victims, sinners, children, women and the Samaritans, Jesus Christ Super Star is a proponent The League should flaunt proudly.
The other entity Zoltan finds himself impressed with is a different kind of Super Star. This personage selflessly disseminates his cornacopia to his groupies each morning. Most Artistes remonstrate the afflictions of living in the public eye but not the Darling of the League. Magnanimously, this demure, reticent percussionist bestows dollops of his personaltrivia on his adoring public, obliquely letting them know that he is not above befriending the less fortunate. This multifaceted drum enthusiaste has captivated avid devotees with multitudinous posts on his exciting performances that keep us on the edge of our seats. The fervent zealots that continue to pledge allegiance to John Bonham can only wait with bated breath in anticipation for a live performance!
Thursday, 21 May 2009
Blueberry cheesecake
Zoltan's notice was drawn to The Extraordinary League of Literary Pundits a while ago and has since been much impressed with the sentiments, opinions and convictions expressed by this distinguished collection of intellectuals. The composition of each article, be it an essay, prose or poem, and their extensive vocabulary never failed to impress the Holy Highness. Those that lived in Colombo gathered frequently in an exclusive cafe where the blueberry cheesecake and iced tea were legendary, to stimulate the senses and critique each others work. Zoltan watched The League's staunch unitary support of each other as illiterate degenerates tried time and again to penetrate this close circle of elitists with their inferior ideology.
The most recent posts following the official announcement of the end of the war in Sri Lanka particularly made a significant impression on Zoltan. Here was a group of connoisseurs who refused to sit back and indulge in (to quote one of their own) armchair politics. Not for them the absurd, futile motions of lighting crackers or hoisting flags that the mainstream masses indulged in. Led by His Eminence, the pioneer of this distinguished group, the devotees seemed to soon formulate a plan of action. Almost overnight the members of the League published items patiently explaining to the oblivious flag waving, kiribath eating folk about the precarious edge Sri Lanka was teetering on. Uninformed troublemakers with opposing viewpoints were quickly squashed (diplomatically so that no apple carts were upset and everyone remained good friends). Well aware that actions speak louder than words The Chieftan hurriedly put together a groundbreaking event that was sure to put the country on the right path. Zoltan is impressed with this group that plans to save the country from certain self destruction one poem at a time and is certain their thought provoking poetry, prose and news items are sure to inspire the leaders of the nation to act swiftly and justly.
It must be the inspiring Blueberry cheesecake that sets this prestigious, admirable group apart from the other mediocre ignorants.
The most recent posts following the official announcement of the end of the war in Sri Lanka particularly made a significant impression on Zoltan. Here was a group of connoisseurs who refused to sit back and indulge in (to quote one of their own) armchair politics. Not for them the absurd, futile motions of lighting crackers or hoisting flags that the mainstream masses indulged in. Led by His Eminence, the pioneer of this distinguished group, the devotees seemed to soon formulate a plan of action. Almost overnight the members of the League published items patiently explaining to the oblivious flag waving, kiribath eating folk about the precarious edge Sri Lanka was teetering on. Uninformed troublemakers with opposing viewpoints were quickly squashed (diplomatically so that no apple carts were upset and everyone remained good friends). Well aware that actions speak louder than words The Chieftan hurriedly put together a groundbreaking event that was sure to put the country on the right path. Zoltan is impressed with this group that plans to save the country from certain self destruction one poem at a time and is certain their thought provoking poetry, prose and news items are sure to inspire the leaders of the nation to act swiftly and justly.
It must be the inspiring Blueberry cheesecake that sets this prestigious, admirable group apart from the other mediocre ignorants.
Tuesday, 19 May 2009
Let's put a party!
The scheming group of villains has been defeated and its cunning and dastardly leader been killed ending a 25 year reign of terror. Their modus operandi may have been in the North and the East, away from the commercial hub of the country but their fear tactics were felt in every nook and cranny. When the images of the dead Wicked Villain filtered through the news the people couldn't help but cheer at the thought of being able to get onto a bus now without the fear of having to leave a body part or two behind.
And in true Sri Lankan style they celebrated with fireworks and flags and cracking open that bottle of Old Reserve to put a shot.
But amidst all this celebration a handful of Pseudo Intellectuals began stirring the soup. Now that the fighting was over they needed a new subject to write poetry or a new blog post on, so they got to work.
They patiently explain to us oblivious types about the nonexistence of freedom of press and progress, about one ethnic group not accepting another as equal, about the celebrations masking the real, bigger issues and even about a jubilant but shallow jayaweva on a Facebook status. It must be exhausting work to always have to consider the challenges of a nation. Zoltan sympathises with the plight of said intellectuals and commends their deep, encouraging and enlightening blog posts which are the only way forward to a better Sri Lanka. These Desciples of the Light are truly leaders we need to put our Hope in.
Zoltan thinks its too bad the intellectuals will miss out on the devilled beef and Old Reserve though!
And in true Sri Lankan style they celebrated with fireworks and flags and cracking open that bottle of Old Reserve to put a shot.
But amidst all this celebration a handful of Pseudo Intellectuals began stirring the soup. Now that the fighting was over they needed a new subject to write poetry or a new blog post on, so they got to work.
They patiently explain to us oblivious types about the nonexistence of freedom of press and progress, about one ethnic group not accepting another as equal, about the celebrations masking the real, bigger issues and even about a jubilant but shallow jayaweva on a Facebook status. It must be exhausting work to always have to consider the challenges of a nation. Zoltan sympathises with the plight of said intellectuals and commends their deep, encouraging and enlightening blog posts which are the only way forward to a better Sri Lanka. These Desciples of the Light are truly leaders we need to put our Hope in.
Zoltan thinks its too bad the intellectuals will miss out on the devilled beef and Old Reserve though!
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