Literary and Political Criticism

Adventures Of Professor Dundee
By Ashraf Gohar Goreja
Literary and Political Criticism
A Weekly Column
1st

Oliver... once you said that you were a student of biology.

Yes! Sir. I was indeed but I was a drop out.

Biology... You see. A question is persistently asked about natural affinity by younger generation studying the behavior of modern opportunists. Biology...well... after Dante gave up all hopes to attain the hidden love he had for Beatrice... he became so disquieted... for years he was pensive... and became immensely languish for her love.
I think you have red about this miserable euphemism in your literature class.

Long time ago, sir.

Well indeed...

But what about Biology, sir ?

Well... Oliver...I read that they were immensely duped... couldn't find any evidence of hidden deceptive feat...I mean...well... let them generate some kind of magical norms... perhaps, then they would be able to prove to the world of their reverence.

Reverence ? Of what use, sir. After such a massive destruction and
lose of thousands of innocent lives. I sometime feel to hid my face in some dark corner. I feel ashamed of being a part of this cultured society.

You are very right, Oliver. We all feel the same way. But to what use... as you said. We all are in a forest of shameful devastation... dear old fellow...after going through the half way to an ill-conceived journey, they find themselves plundering with excessive damage to our perplexed morality. You see, Oliver. There seems to be no end to it...except...entering in some sort of more serious demurrer... ha...a theory of salvage...you must have read...in your Biology class.

But Dr. Dundee...is there anything...an ordinary man like me, an old butler can do to resolve all these problems...except to elide from the society.

No...no...Oliver...we can't do that. Men generally reproach their impeded success on their mourning...historically it has been happening all the time. Look... what will then befall... after a generation is eliminated...what do you know old fellow ?

What then, sir. I can't conceive of any outcome. Political gain has been achieved by the Big Dippers...as you always say...Big Dippers. What next,sir ?

O' you...a bunch of rotten elysian spells. Can't you imagine... Oliver ?
The population of vampires and diphylla bats will grow
around the oases... colony after colony...ghettos of blood suckers. They will get free treat of blood of innocent children, women and young men... Vampires with stylish attire...phantom enrobed in donkey skin...what a Shakespearian thought...charred with the heat of sand...double-decker of cruelty...
deliberate inflections of phenomenal suffering...an embargo on free will of the people...that's what will be the out come of this.

What an immoral delicacy...Dr. Dundee. There must be many dwelling of vampires.. even in the beautiful blue valleys... around the breathtaking lakes...with bluish green virilities. In the last fifty five years, the colors of those enchanting lakes must have changed, sir. I suppose.

Yes ! Oliver. It has already been changed...and keeps changing every moment. Blood flows through the streams... and world see the vista with colored glasses. Assail after assail... systematic elimination of races... as they are doing in and around the Holly city...rocks verses Armour...children verses soldiers... again, the world see this bash blindfolded. In green valleys, gods from the mainland, deities and ancient Anshars stopped drinking from sweet lakes .They enjoined the facts that lakes are polluted with blood now.Their effigies are headed to other odysseys...within their own land...for malevolence adventures. The holly places are shamefully annihilated...though, these vampires won't get pure blood from their own breed...perhaps... Big Dippers will have a joint venture of some sort.

Joint venture for what, sir ?

A blood bottling plant ...

Oh ! What a shame...for what market, sir?

They are thirsty back at home. Big Dippers...you know...my dear old fellow...you are just a butler. Think...think again.

Copyright: Nov. 24, 2003.
Ashraf Gohar Goreja

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About the Author:

Ashraf Gohar Goreja, is a Pakistani-American master painter, poet and a writer.

His works appear in over 5000 website throughout the world and in many

languages. He has been painting and writing for nearly 50 years.

He studied in London, Vienna, and Washington.

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