There's no two words about it dear. The morals of the modern young man is notoriously lax and if your young ministerial chappie Mahindananda thingamabob is not a modern young man blotting the Paradisian escutcheon with his foul presence then I don't know who is.

Usually the antics of your lot bores me pallid dear. But with this Aluthgamage fellow I have to say my curiosity was aroused. It may have been the curious nature of his name darling that got my ganglions rattling a bit. 

I can tell you there is nothing like the curious nature of a name to titillate Thellie's curious nature. I mean to say every syllable has a bally meaning. New-Village-House. Or then again it may be the content of his speech the other day. I refer of course to his speech on the up coming provincial polls dear.

The one where he said it did not quite matter how an election was won as long as it was won. The end justifies the means sort of thing. Who cares he said if there was violence and cheating. The police, government bodies and local bodies are all with the blue camp so it is an easy win, the poop has said. This mind you, even as One Shot Rama with a sullen backward glance at the outside world was seen limping into his tent with a band aid on his shiny forehead and a sliver of compact powder peeling off his nose.

If I were the Belgian Cartoonist Herge which I am not as you can quite well see, being rather more curvy and alabaster of skin if you care to notice. but nevertheless in a fantastic world if Thellie happened to be Belgian and dabbling in cartoonism to boot I would, even as I speak have drawn myself falling backwards with my feet together like a pillar of salt come unstuck at the roots.

Dotted lines would indicate my downward trajectory. Around my head would be a semi circle of dancing stars of varied colours and sizes to indicate total moral collapse.  That m'dear would be how I feel about the words of this Aluthgamage.

Every day you learn something new darling and what better way to learn something new than from the Aluth chap himself. This may tickle your fancy sweet pea considering your own little experiences with law exams et al but the Aluth fellow seems to think that the election is like an exam. Pass or fail. If you pass it doesn't matter how you passed is his motto.  

Thellie will not ask to which tutory the Aluth Fellow went to be taught that C. A.T. was Catnnn and B.A.T. spelled Batnnn but it is a place to which many will not send their own chickadees for intense study.

And with all this pass and fail business going on darling I can only think that Rakneel is a man who has built many a pillar of success in his time. And no shame in that either Thellie will tell Aluthgama what not any day.

Obviously the fellow didn't have an autograph book in his days at the pre school vidyalaya. No young friend in red knickerbockers wrote in large blue felt, "blessed are they who sit on these" while drawing a  row of pins point up. No young fop wrote on those pages "when the great scorer cometh, to write against your name, he writes not that you won or lost, but how you played the game." Indeed he may not even had a tiny chap scribble "Roses are red, Violets are blue, King Kong is fat, and so are you."

And I can tell you darling if you haven't had a pre school autograph book tell you about playing the game and how to play it and all that sort of thing you may end up in a ditch or the minister of power and energy in your non cabinet. Either way it's not the best place to be if one is thinking of a more ecclesiastical future.

Darling despite his shouting and gesturing Thellie finds this Mahindananda chap just about as dynamic as a fried egg. But I can tell you his words are gnawing at my bosom like a vulture. Thellie may enjoy a Chardonnay of an evening, she may slurp down a vodka of a morning and even get outside of a Moet and Chandon of an afternoon.

But one thing Thellie cannot get around to is all this cheating and what not dearie. I mean to say hasn't Marion Jones taught him anything. You are hot off the Beijing Bird's Nest dear. Teach him a thing or too wilya about playing the game.

Then again darling November 2005 comes readily to mind. Now there's the bally rub.

Ta ra.