The Fables Of The Shah Of Blah (1) – Introducing…..

The Shah Of Blah
The Shah Of Blah

It is time for me to introduce to the world, the much misunderstood and much maligned gentleman known as The Shah Of Blah. His mind wanders so. It wanders and wanders, and cannot be still.

In his younger days he fit himself into many roles. Over time, these roles started to constrain him, and he started to feel like a lunatic in a cage. Or, should I say, a lunatic who has been put into a straitjacket. Yes, this is better. Now, the question is, who defines a lunatic? The sane men, who roam the world feeling sad, or the mad men who would roam free, and let their minds roam with them?

This opens up a Pandora’s Box of contradictions, thought the Shah. A man – or woman – who rapes and tortures others does see the world differently from you and me, but is their way right?

Or, was the way of Galileo right, he who was condemned to the death for his beliefs? Are sanity and lunacy simply different ways of looking at things? In the early days, men and women worshipped the forces of nature. Then, it was us to condemned Pan to death, and religion and belief in God retreated to monuments of man’s making. As these monuments grew and grew, the innkeepers of these temples colluded with those in power – kings, queens, business people and adventurers across the world – to create a new theocracy. And, philosophy became more and more muddled.

The Shah Of Blah shook his head at the inherent contradictions of the age we live in, and asked himself if he indeed was mad, or did he merely live ‘on the dark side of the moon’?

As he grew older, and more stooped, he started to wax on eloquently (and then in a more random manner, like a blubbering whale) about times that were simpler. He yearned for the simpler times, and started to think of the old age of story telling.

So, scratching his dirty old bum, he then let out a great loud fart. The people sitting nearby jumped up in shock. There was silence, as they sat in awe at the loud sound that emerged from his nether regions.

Finally, one man – a wandering Gypsy – turned to the Spider next to him, and whispered, “Now, I have proof that God exists. If that fart was a smelly one, we would surely have died by asphyxiation… ”

“Or, did the Devil let out that fart?”, she asked, “and felt a rare surge of mercy?”

The Shah Of Blah smiled and said, “Let me tell you a story…. ”

The people groaned in agony, but they had no choice. They felt like the wedding guest, fixed by the eye of The Ancient Mariner….

 

 

32 Comments

  1. And now the Ancient Mariner’s eye is fixed upon us, as we are captivated by his story. Fascinating character, this Shah of Blah! So now we shall learn whether the Gypsy or the Spider is correct. πŸ™‚

      1. Well, Bombay, where I used to live, does flood over every month. So does Delhi, but Delhi floods because of the shitty drainage

  2. “To his admirers he was Rashid the Ocean of Notions, as stuffed with cheery stories as the sea was full of glumfish; but to his jealous rivals he was the Shah of Blah.” I think “oceans of notions” has to do with the dense meaning and allegory in his tales. “Shah of Blah” has to do with Rashid being the king of nonsense. These people felt that his stories were nothing but silly stories that have nothing to do with reality.

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