I opened my eyes and found myself in the Interstellar Elevator, with only the
man in white there. He was waiting for me with open arms, his hands wide spread. I threw myself into his arms sobbing.
He held me close while I shouted, “No!” repeatedly.
He wiped my tears and said, “It ok, it ok.”
I cried, “I want to go back!” He soothed me with his words and said, “Son, to get Naam, one must prepare
– sometime for many lives. That why now you get birth in Sikh house. You get chance to prepare for time
when Guru give you Naam. When Guru give you Naam, only True One decide. No we decide.”
That calmed me a bit – then suddenly the vaja toR kid popped back crying,
“Yes!”
The man in white soothed the kid with words (that I didn’t understand).
Soon everyone was back (some crying, some laughing); the man in white said, “In 2 paurees, Dhan Guru Nanak say countless chase light, countless chase darkness. Now
you know what Guru mean?” We all nodded.
He asked our sister to tell us what had happened to her when she had disappeared…
Meanwhile
“down” in GoonKhand…
St.
Goony scowled, clearly annoyed when one of the GoonKhand guards shook him out of his daily 23-hour+-virtual-vacation.
He found his job very stressful and he really needed this break to rejuvenate. For eons, he hadn’t needed any
sort of break – back then, he had hopes for the Goons and fancied himself as a reformer; but slowly all hope diminished
as not one single Goon ever graduated to higher Khands (although some had to be transferred to the nearby S&E (Sinister
and Evil) Khand, but that’s another episode). Slowly the eons eked along. Eon in and eon out the eons came and
went without change, and his job became a joyless chore.
After refusing to acknowledge his depression for three straight eons, he finally
consulted the Great Goon God (or “Triple G” as he liked to be called), who instructed him to take the aforementioned
virtual-vacation (well, the recommended time was 15 minutes, but St. Goony had expanded it quite a bit (that’s what
happens when your boss’s name is Triple-G and spends more time on DopeyKhand than in his own khand).
Initially, the virtual-vacation consisted of St. Goony closing his eyes and imagining
a beach with nice (looking) people. But that slowly “evolved” to St. Goony imagining a beach where all the
Goons had drowned after been attacked by some rather ugly-looking sharks! He had mentioned this to Triple-G, who had said,
“Man, whatever rocks your boat is kewl!
Now be a good Saint and pass me the pipe!”).
I hear a “Why was his job so stressful?” from reader 1 of 2. You
see, my dear reader 1 of 2, (I wish reader 2 of 2 was as attentive as you; actually
I wish you were reader 1 of 3, but … 'c'est la vie) in GoonKhand, the hardest, most difficult job was keeping the
short-tempered-and-attention-challenged Goons entertained. They had no tension in their lives – they had died
already (“bin der, done dat”, they would shrug) and there was nothing
worth looking forward to either - no wasting-away-rival-gangs, no-evil-attempts-to-take-over-world etc. Thus, the Goons
loitered around getting into all sorts of trouble.
So St. Goony tweaked the GoonKhand software a little bit and imposed virtual
time on GoonKhand. He added virtual death too – ie if a Goon got shot, he would, until the start of the next day,
“die” (actually fall sleep, but that’s another episode …. Nay… why wait for another episode
while I’m on the roll… He had contacted St. Sleepy from SleepyKhand for the software and I’m telling
you, you don’t want to do business with them SleepyKhand folks. I mean, your phone calls are not returned for
eons (and even then when they do happen to answer, they yawn for the first 15 minutes, and then hang up on you saying, “I’ll have to call you back, I have an urgent meeting with …er …
Mr. Pillo”); you go ring their doorbell and you hear a ding-dong lullaby which puts you to sleep too.
While we are on the subject, I would also recommend that you avoid business with
BashfulKhand (discussing business peeping over a conference room curtain gets old quickly) and the GrumpyKhand (“WHAT THE ##@@@!! DO YOU WANT NOW?” the receptionist shouts at you and that’s on her nice days)
too. SneezyKhand’s not too bad, but make sure you schedule a stop at TissueKhand on your way there.)
As
you know, we, the Jedi Night-ers are not just pure entertainment; we think it is our civic duty to report the bug that occurred
during testing this new GoonKhand software. This bug could affect you (yes, you, reader 1 of 2; and reader 2 of 2 - the inattentive reader that he is, couldn’t care less anyway).
So please do read this carefully. You see, the software misinterpreted the “fall” part in the command “fall
asleep” – it thought “fall” as in falling down, as
in falling off the khand, as in falling through the cracks of the Universe. So
one Goon fell and is still unaccounted for!
The cosmic no-accident-second-counter had to be reset to zero and as you can
imagine, there was a lot of finger-pointing. Mostly to the folks at the SleepyKhand,
who simply pulled more blankets on top of them. The whole Universe has been scanned
(and is still being scanned as you read this) for this missing Goon. Even DocKhand,
which is normally avoided (you see DocKhand’s motto is “Its all in the
feet, not the mind” and patients are routinely shown all their previous re-incarnations and told, “Your neurosis started when you were a baby amoeba and someone stepped on you while you were privately self-dividing”
– I mean, I
try to forget the bozo that stepped on me last week and these guys insist on going back zillions of stepped-on years).
Anyway, although the scans for the missing Goon have revealed nothing yet, there
is a strong suspicion that the missing Goon could be on Earth!!! He could very
well be your neighbor. But DO NOT PANIC, there are ways of finding out if he
is – this memo was sent to all heads of species (and to the wiggly part of those species without heads) but it has been
widely suppressed by humans because of potential meltdown of the NASDAQ), however, as previously stated we are TruTh lovers
and don’t care about the value of stock portfolios – hang on, I need to
make a short call, “Hello, Mr. Broker, please short-sell the hell out of everything!”
Signs Your Neighbor Is a Goon
· For his son's
birthday, buys him the City Mayor
· All his anecdotes
end with, "So I blew his head off"
· Number of his
missing gold chains directly relate to city murder rate
· Comes home covered
with bloodment (80% blood and 20% cement mixture)
There are more signs, but Woodle is on the phone and threatening taking away
the freedom-of-speech rights, so I’ll move on.
But despite this minor setback, St. Goony finally got the virtual-GoonKhand
program going. Those were the St.Goony’s heady I’m-gonna-change-de-Goon-World-days and he was very creative.
He started off with Meditation-Mondays which quickly turned into Medication-Mondays. I mean the things that the Goons said were mega-migraine-inducing. I’ll give you a sample:
· “Hey Don Goony,
I knocked and knocked but nobody was home, so I blew open my 10th door with a shotgun - ‘ope dat ok.”
· “I found the
missing bullet in my heart chakra.”
· “Hey St, I’ve
been watching for my breath for hours now; haven’t seen nothin’ yet.”
· “My legs can’t
go into the lotus position – is ok to use Vinny’s legs?”
So St. Goony figured maybe meditation was too much of a leap for these guys,
so next he came up with Sharing-Saturdays. Those, I’m sorry to say, turned
into nothing but Suicide-Saturdays - the Goons started sharing their grenades (conveniently removing the safety-pins before
“sharing” them).
After a while, St. Goony just gave up and came up with this fixed schedule (which
has been unchanged for 28,493 Ong cycles)
Shoot-em-up-Sundays
(where Goons shoot everything in sight)
Shut-de-#%@!-up-Saturdays
(where Goons shoot everything in sight)
Manhandle-Mondays
(where Goons shoot everything in sight)
Trigger-happy-Tuesdays
(where Goons shoot everything in sight)
Whack-‘em-up-Wednesdays
(where Goons shoot everything in sight)
Thwak-‘em-down-Thursdays
(where Goons shoot everything in sight)
Fudged-about-it
-Fridays (where Goons shoot everything in sight)
Shoot-em-upSundays got so popular that it spread like ether-fire to all the khands.
Even SleepyKhand has a version (Shoot-em-up-after-a- nice -long-nap-Sunday).
The
good thing about this schedule was that by about 12:15am every goon was good and dead. Except, of course, the
one Goon, who has out-Gooned the others. But (and don’t mention this to anybody or no mo’ amore for
you) St. Goony usually took care of him personally before heading off to his 23-hour+-power-nap.
So you can imagine St. Goony’s annoyance when some guard woke him up to
tell him that more than 2 dozen ballerina goons had shown up. “What is Earth coming to?” St. Goony shouted, “First a Goodle
and now some Ballerinas – this is not going good!” (Nobody had a clue about how to handle Goodle when he had shown up; and finally ended up sending him down
to the S&E-Khand – I know, I know, discrimination is rampant even in the Khands – just because Goodle looks
S&E doesn’t mean he is S&E).
But the chaos that happened when
Goodle had arrived was nothing compared to the mayhem which the Ballerinas created. They started dancing and talking
about how the world should be violence-free and happy. Their joy was infectious and the guards started dancing with
them, singing “Joy to de World” and other happy songs like dat.
The other goons woke up from all the racket and things started getting rowdy.
At long last and not until after
the GoonKhand door had burnt down (and some goon had gone and burnt up the S&E-Khand door too and St. S&E had personally
turned up – not a pretty sight, lemme tell ya) things did calm down. The Ballerinas Goons and some of guards had
to be transferred to HappyKhand (another khand you wanna avoid – those guys are so annoyingly perky, you just want to
smack the smugy cheer right off their faces!)
When the final count was done, six
S&E-Khand occupants were declared missing (the Hooded Peer, his grandson, his grandson’s grandson, his grandson’s
father, and his grandson’s father’s grandson and Goodle – yup, that’s what happens when you stick
a nice Goon in with the hard-core guys).
To be
continued… (if you still care)