Gultis and the world

Let's be clear on one thing. I'm not racist. Whatever you think this post advocates, it is not discrimination. There is a world of difference between calling a pig, swine, and adding the adjective stinking. Or eating it. That was a disclaimer, by the way.

Oh yeah, about Gults. . .
It began with the IPL. They said it was only the beginning. Problem was, they meant it. With a victory charged with everything the Deccan could pack, it started. A small task for a force so vast. They advanced in waves so fierce that any resistance offered was crushed. Or absorbed. One can still hear the cries of those that lost their minds to the thundering chants of "Ekkada ra?". Every syllable carried with it the preachings of the tribe. The movement slowly spread. Slowly, not because it couldn't. Slowly, because it wanted to savour its victory. A victory that was its by right. A victory it had been denied all these years. And now, it would take the unbelievers by storm. A storm so swift that it would wipe them before they had the chance to say "Ra!". Or even blink, for that matter. And they will be yummy.

Also, Italian is known as the Telugu of the west. Wouldn't fancy seeing myself in the foot any time soon.

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4 comments:

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Mod said...

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Anonymous said...

I digress but there was a huge fight between the Biharis and Gultis(the 2 most popular and populous tribes in Manipal) during IPL. The Bikaris wanted to see their Vijaykanth equivalent, "captain" Dhoni lead the super kinks to a victory, while the Golts wanted to watch EPL(too bad there isn't an Italian premier league. They'd have loads of takers in Andhra).
Andhra and Bihar got physical(with cricket bats and not certain other bats) and the warden had to intervene. In the end they got together like good little children and the next day I see them walking hand in hand like only B's and G's can :)

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