We hear people reffering to men accused of horrific crimes as ‘Ravanas’. The Lankan King has long been the reciepent of Hindu invectives. But Ravana did not do the kind of things these men are alleged to have done. As for his wickedness , could there be extenuating circumstances? He had to go around lugging nine useless heads along with a single functioning one—that maybe why he became frustated and mean. Consider that when one of the heads caught acold or sneezed, it was hell for the other nine. He couldn’t turn sideways without major contortions. If one head turned , all had to turn. If the head has quarrelled, they did not cooperate, leading to schims between the ranks. With four heads on the right and five on the left of the central one, he overbalanced when he walked to the side with more heads. He couldn’t visit friends because he couldn’t get his heads through their doorway. With all those heads, curling up in bed was impossible. Lying on his back all the time, he developed severe spondylosis. All 10 snored, generating a twister that sucked in the countryside.
At mealtime, his two hands could not reach far enough to all the mouths. At least four would go hungry. Only the central head had an oesophagus, the rest were probably connected to it, but he would have had just the one stomach. Each migt’ve enjoyed a different type of food: sorpotel, haggis, fish-vandaloo, murg-musallam, baingan-bhartha or mutton-biryani. The gastronomic assault dried up his gastric juices and created ulcers. As for alcohol, with just one peg each, 600 cc went into the stomach at once. No wonder he seemed to be drunk most of the time! When the heads conversed, apart from it being tough to talk from the side of your mouth, the cacophony must have been hdeous. The central head might have often tried to be chairman of the panel, but couldn’t get any of the others to listen. ROMANCE was out. If one bent forward to kiss agiral, the other nine jealous guys must have frustated him by pulling back just as he puckered up. So, two heads may be better than one, but 10 heads breed anarchy.
At mealtime, his two hands could not reach far enough to all the mouths. At least four would go hungry. Only the central head had an oesophagus, the rest were probably connected to it, but he would have had just the one stomach. Each migt’ve enjoyed a different type of food: sorpotel, haggis, fish-vandaloo, murg-musallam, baingan-bhartha or mutton-biryani. The gastronomic assault dried up his gastric juices and created ulcers. As for alcohol, with just one peg each, 600 cc went into the stomach at once. No wonder he seemed to be drunk most of the time! When the heads conversed, apart from it being tough to talk from the side of your mouth, the cacophony must have been hdeous. The central head might have often tried to be chairman of the panel, but couldn’t get any of the others to listen. ROMANCE was out. If one bent forward to kiss agiral, the other nine jealous guys must have frustated him by pulling back just as he puckered up. So, two heads may be better than one, but 10 heads breed anarchy.
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