My Encounter with Shri x 24

Last week, I was pleasantly surprised when I boarded the train to find a man who had a striking resemblance to Param Poojya (Shri X 24) . Having regularly followed broadcasts of his lectures on how Potato sales have been affected positively since biologists have come up with new ways to produce smaller, starch free potatoes, and on how the left nostril is the one that should be used in inspiration when ingesting the aforementioned vegetable, I was positively thrilled at the distinct possibility of my companion actually turning out to be the Peerless Param Poojya (Shri X 24).

There was, however, one thing about this man in sitting in front of me. The Param Poojya (Shri x 24) who appears regularly on National Television is usually clad in a Saffron (every Indian's favourite colour, if you didnt know) tracksuit, and wears brown chappals. This person, however , was clad in a pair of blue jeans (torn around his shins ), a T Shirt bearing a slogan of some sorts ( I think it said "Georgio Armani"). , and Reebok sneakers. I was a bit taken aback, and if any of you had been in my position, you probably would have faced the same consternation that I was faced with at that precise moment.

For here I was, alive and warmed up to the possibilty of spending time with India's foremost icon, one so noble that he thought of naught save potatoes, but at the same time, I was also aware that if I were to accost this man thinking that he was the aforementioned icon, and he turned out to be someone else, well then I'd be in an embarassing soup.

I shuffled around uncomfortably for a long time, thinking about whether or not I should talk to this man. I was especially suspicious of the slogan. What if he turned out to be one of those dangerous miscreants that we've been reading about in the papers of late who have been planting tomatoes in potato farms? What if the slogan T-shirt on his really said "Down with Potatoes " or something henious and heartless of that sort. Then I suddenly remembered (Yes, I am sure you all figured that out a long time ago, its just that I was too panic stricken to think as fast as Potato Eaters should be able to, according to Param Poojya (Shri X 24) ) that the Reverend M.O.P. had recently been on an advisory tour to Bacteria, Where he also happened to calm down two warring Central Ropean Tribes who had in the heat of battle spilled over into Bacteria , and perchance, they happened to be warring about The Potato Rich Lands that lay on the border separating their territories (One can only shudder at the thought of what could have happened if Param Poojya(Shri x 24) hadnt been visiting Bacteria at that moment).

This revelation briefly emboldened me. So he must have got this T- Shirt in Bacteria. But then, my tiny mind began to bubble with a million questions, the satisfactory resolution of almost all of which required an entity far greater than me, and I knew that well. What Was this slogan then?
Was it potato related, or Was Param Poojya (Shri x 24 ) about to embark on another crusade to revolutionize the way we looked at yet another aspect of our society? If so , did the Slogan contain a clue as to what He (x24) would grace next?

So these questions kept bubbling and issuing forth , for about an hour, and I kept repeatedly turning my head 270 degrees to alleviate some of my curiosity, and also to prevent my arteries from bursting from the admiration coursing through them (For by now, I was positive, That the Occupant of the seat opposite to me was None but He (x24)).So again, I did something that I thought immdiately afterwards that I would have Plenty of occasion to regret, but in Hindsight, it was the best thing I ever did.

For I blurted out (genuflecting ere this Great Occupant) "O Master of Potatoes Param Poojya (Shri x 24) Ji, What does that slogan on your tee shirt say?"

And He said ,

"O Son, I have been dying for someone to ask Me That. Undoubtedly, you have learnt Well, and have become a True Potato Eater. The Slogan on my Tee Shirt says (in Bacterian) "Georgio Armani", which , in your tongue, means that the man who cares for Potatoes more than Foreign Exchange, shall eventually inherit the Earth , and all forms of denominations used to effect the exchanges between countries in Times Past. Remember my words well, son. "

Tears of joy in my eyes,My soul Burst forth into a thousand tiny joyous smithereens. His logic was crystal. Seamless, smooth , transparent, the highest embodiment of the rules that join truths to make truths.

And I,insignificant for so long, was the chosen, blessed One.