Swami Allotabull Ruminates On Irony
by Swami Allotabull
One of my students came to me the other day and asked me, “Swamiji, what is humor? What makes someone laugh?” I pondered this ever so seriously for what seemed like an eternity to my young charge. Then, when the silence had reached its nadir, I smiled a big swami-grin, the one that I am known for, and I looked into his eyes and I said, “you following me around, asking about the meaning of life and paying me good money for the answers.”
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I am not a very physical person. It is not that I am uncoordinated or weak; in fact I am quite healthy and physically capable. I just don’t like to exert myself. Because of this it was a long time before I decided to try yoga. When I did, I started out real slow by doing the simplest postures, not wanting to over do, you know. Took plenty of time to learn them, too. My first posture was (sinister back-ground music) The Corpse. Easy posture, basically you just lay there.
The other day I was walking along the Avenue when I went past a group of religious folk singin’ and praisin’ God and passin’ out pamphlets of some sort. I chose not to stop, but as I was going past one sweetly smiling young lass called out to me to say that they could help me find my inner ewe.



