When the Jay tweets

Mr Mahabali is in a pensive mood.                   The sponsored annual holiday trip invitation to Kerala from the ever obsequious ‘beverages corporation’was intimated to him with more than a fervent prayer this year.The much anticipated arrival of the ‘spirit’ of Mahabali was the only hope to bring in the much needed cheer to the gloomy covid days. Mahabali sat brooding as his limelight was snatched away by a lasso wielding cowboy from the south, strutting a buffalo. Once upon a time Bali too was relegated down south by a certain dwarf incarnation of the Lord .This doppelganger of a neighbour needed to be stopped in his tracks before he could carry out more of his sadistic rodeo stunts on the people. Mahabali to counter this ‘Buffalo Bill’ menace had brought in the ‘asura’ recipe of ‘porotta and beef dry fry’ to his beloved people. This ambrosia intoxicated malayali slowed down the progress of Bill as his ‘yama’ha vehicle often disappeared...

One Christmas eve a very long time ago I was born piloting the arrival of the ‘King of Jews’ and perhaps my grandfather was the only one to picture my hello( read halo ) through that crib . My grandfather , a pious man and a literary giant during his time must have had hallucinations of divinity encircling my crib and named me Jayadevan. Nobody has yet deciphered the true meaning of what my name implied and it got lost with him. God of victory,victory of God, or as my mother dismissed it ,a war cry..Victory to God!!!!…Har har Mahadev!!!! Puny mortals!! They failed to see the aura within me and censored the God(Deva) from my name. I became Jayan for them. Jayan in Sanskrit means victorious, much akin to the Malayalam movie star who ruled the silver screen during the 70's. Jayan went north all guns blazing at the height of his career in a chopper crash .My mother was perturbed when one of my high school teachers signed “be a Jayan in life” in my autograph book .Jayan was a movie st...