The Modest Megalomaniac

My younger brother is quite a creature. When we were growing up, he had this punchline of his, "Dai Naharasa, Aandavan da nee" meaning "Hey Naharasa, You are God", loosely adapted from some horrible tamil movie where a megalomaniac villain called himself God, whenever he does anything noteworthy. There were times when entire Mylaporean armies have chased my brother with noble intentions of Murder-Death-Kill, but haven't even remotely succeeded. Mainly because my younger brother would calmly throw bodily fluids at them. "Nee Aandavan da" was usually followed by a tonsilar "OH" or a "AAHA". Nerves had short-circuited, and veins have popped, but till date no one has been able to do anything about this. Luckily, after we grew up (biologically speaking), the Naharasa stopped, more because of lack of circumstance, than intent.
And now that my younger brother is on the road to becoming a rich and famous scientist, there is a silver lining of hope that we may be rid of this "Aandavan da Nee" forever.
Survivors of "Dai Naharasa, Aandavan da nee" (a small circle of close friends in whose life destiny played this dirty hand) will be able to appreciate this post the most. For others, this picture would just about sum up the feeling. I drew it in a fit of rage, on a scrap of paper lying nearby, after a particularly violent bout of "Aandavan da nee" many years ago. My mother handed me this parchment a few days before she left for the USA, without as much as a "Be Advised". This drawing brought up such vivid memories that I had to be revived with Gatorade and Pankaja Kasthuri.