petty bureaucrat stuck in lala-land
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Since the time of Taxila all the way until present era Nandela, Indian parents have been recorded donating exorbitant sums of hard-earned black money (well, in earlier times, it was illicitly acquired, undeclared, harder to hide heads of cattle) just to persuade dubious institutions to take educational custody of their misguided progeny for a period of at least four years (any less and it becomes a diploma-shiploma, with much lower dowry-showry prospects)
Post-payment, such parents wander around headless (decapitated, you see) but giddy with the knowledge that the products of their loins will soon find profitable endeavors that can be tapped into later in life, for the all important purpose of retirement, during which phase wittier parents have been observed cracking poor jokes about "capitalizing" on their kids' success.
"Dr. Tamilchelvam, Please admit idiot son and give him a wholesome education!"
"Dei, stop picking your nose, remove your bloody headphones and say `Hello Uncal'"
"Sir, I freely admit your son is an idiot but for actual college admission, haha, there's capitation fees involved. Surely you understand"
As was expected, millions of unimaginative but reliably enthusiastic Indians played along, memorizing and regurgitating these non-detailed-details at whim, putting totas (parrots) to shame worldwide.
The only antidotes to the toxins of "non-detail" are the life-saving "konar" guides (elevating nut-shell wisdom to haiku-esque levels)
Mathrabootham: "No dee, I got distracted by the hot presenter on yesterday's UGC program...she looked like Sobana Ravi aunty, but hotter, and in puff sleeves...you know puff-sleeves, no?"
Maragatham: "Chee-chee, why are the pages sticking together? Dei Rascal, I will tell to your mummy. She will be hitting you with the chappal!"
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DSP Saab: "Arre bhai, only yesterday I categorically denied it, no?"
Originally a phrase used by tirupathi barbers who gleefully stole each others clientele. Upon discovery that his prospective hirsute client has been prematurely rendered bald by a competitor, the barber exclaimed, "Hair is gone!"
dude#2: "No way, machan! I tried to yesterday but blew it. But aana, anyhow, hair is gone, da"
Tasked with imposing a physical regimen upon recalcitrant school-kids, he immediately refocused his amorous attention on the numerous lady-teachers around him.
school-kid #2: "Yes, but Chandrachoodan told he saw her leaving, riding pillion on PT Master's bullet"
school-kid #1:"But isn't Selvi Miss married? To someone else?"
old-man #2: "Guptaji, it's a miracle! I can hear! louda lag gaya!"
Senthil: "Dei, sooth mudin podi"
Ezhil: "Miss, Miss, I am telling and telling but Senthil is not inning his shirt, Miss"