Disclaimer: The following is an original work o fart by Rofl Indian. Resemblances to any person, man or woe-man, living or dud, naked or clothed, shaven or unshaven, or even choleric or flatulent, is purely coincidental, unintentional, suppositous, unsubstantial and decidedly imaginery, even by the farthest stretches of distorted imagination.
Swami Rhymedev: An Introduction.
Bolo Swami Rhyme Dev ki Jai! Meaning thereby, let’s chant the sacred name of His Holeyness.
Born as Ghananondo, Swamiji jerked free of all his earthly attachments to the fruits of carnal labour, allowing him to attain a state of supreme abstraction beyond all evil. At the moment of his distillation with Truth, he discovered he could expound in verse, foot around in verse, snoozle in verse, do his holy ablutions in verse, deliver his pathbreaking discourses in verse and generally have a bally time in verse. In other words, he’d become truly versatile. A true disciple of Swamiji, Rofl Indian has taken upon himself the sanctimonious task of spreading Swamiji’s message of spiritual love and tolerance.
Excerpt from Swami Rhymedev’s Book Of Versace Verses; Page 144, upar se teesra verse (third verse from the top). Attention please.
Raa-ni, Mall-licka, Shilpa Shet-ty
All other bimbos, dumb n’ pret-ty
Bare your soul baby, show me your grace
Come hither, exult, in my embrace.
Interpretation: Here, ’embrace’ is purported to mean a holy embracement of the soul, without causing any embarrassment for either the bimbos or the venerable Swami. In this verse, Swamiji wishes to say that his knowledge of bimbos is the root of all wisdom, the root of all that is sublime and ethereal in the universe. It is the purest form of transcendental knowledge, silky and translucent, and because it gives an insightful perception of the real self by realization, it is the way to ensure perfection of soul.
For a tougher explanation of things, the reader is urged to visit this remarkable page and try to interpret the magical prose there.
Swami Rhymedev has kindly consented to make Rofl Indian’s blog as his sacred abode. We all look forward to having the tidbits of spiritual nectar thrown up by the Baba every now and then.
Jai Baba Rhymedev.