Literary Criticism

Triumph Of Professor Dundee
By Ashraf Gohar Goreja
Friday, November 21, 2003







A Weekly Column

Triumph Of Professor Dundee
Weekly Column

By Ashraf Gohar Goreja

Introduction

Early morning hours are quite hectic for Professor Dundee. If he is little late, he misses the morning news. He doesn’t like to hear the interpretations of the news from others. Also what he reads in the paper, is just a political column by J. Clipper. And that is enough
for whole day’s discussion in the college. Many of his colleagues refrain serious discourse with Dundee for the reason that there is often weighing deliberation of truth in his
conversation. He also loves to read divorce cases from the upper court and at last if he would ever read, are the "lost and found" adds.

Professor Dundee is a man of " all trades" and a "master" of blunt answers. His life becomes miserable when a direct question is asked about his personal life. His profound wisdom and flamboyant knowledge
have arrogated an upper hand over his friends who come from all walks of life. He entertains them all and every visitor how appears in his chamber. He becomes very furious if he perceive even little disrespect during conversation. So we have to be very careful in his audience.

Mr.Oliver is his loyal butler; quite refined and unwearing in devotion. He spent over a decade
in janissary services to his master who accoutered
him with all necessities of life. He is not unwise to a lesser extent than the Professor.

Now let.us join him for an endeavor :

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Triumph Of Professor Dundee
Weekly column

By Ashraf Gohar Goreja

First

Oliver... you said that you were a student of biology.

Yes! Sir. I was indeed. Why you suddenly ask,sir, after so many years of my service?

Biology... You see. Once Dante gave up all his hopes
for Beatrice... he became so disquieted... for years...he...
I think you have red about this miserable euphemism.

Improbable, sir.

Indeed.

What about Biology, Sir ?

Well... Oliver. I hear that they were immensely duped... couldn’t find any evidence of hidden deceptive feat...
I mean...well... let them generate some magical norms... perhaps, then, they would be able to prove to the
world of their reverence.

Off what use, sir. After such a massive destruction and
lose of thousands of innocent lives. I sometime feel to hid my face in some aphetic corner. I feel ashamed being a part of this cultured society.

You are very right, Oliver. We all feel the same way. But to what use... as you said. We all are in a forest of shameful devastation... dear old fellow...after going through the half way on the path of journey, we find ourselves plundering with excessive damage to our perplexed
morality. You see, Oliver. There seems to be no end to it... except...entering some sort of demurrer... ha...
a theory of salvage.

But Dr. Dundee...is there anything...an ordinary...man like me, a butler can do...except to elide from the society.

No...no...Oliver. We generally reproach our impeded success on our morning. Look... what will then happen... after a generation is eliminated...do you know Oliver...

What then, sir. I can’t conceive of any outcome. Political gain has been achieved by the Big Dippers...
what next?

O’ you...a bunch of rotten spells. Can’t you imagine... Oliver...
the population of vampires and diphyll bats will grow
around the oases... colony after colony...ghettos of blood suckers. They will get free treat of
blood of innocent children, women and young men... Vampires with stylish attire...phantom enrobed in
donkey skin...what a Shakespearian thought...charred with the heat of sand...double-decker of cruelty...
deliberate inflections of phenomenal suffering...an embargo on free will.

What a delicacy...Dr. Dundee ! There must be many doweling of vampires even in the blue valleys; around the
breathtaking lakes...with bluish green viridities. In fifty five years, the colors of beautiful lakes must
have changed.

Yes ! Old fellow. It has already changed...and keeps changing every moment. Their gods stopped drinking from there. Now they are headed to other odysseys..within their own land... malevolence adventures over the holly places... shameful malignity...though vampires won’t get pure blood there...perhaps...
Big Dippers will have a joint venture!

Joint venture for what, sir ?

A blood bottling plant...

For what market, sir?

They are thirsty back home. My dear old friend...you are just a butler.

Copyright: Nov. 21, 2003.
Ashraf Gohar Goreja