Nehrendra Chol̠an was the greatest ruler of the Chol̠ā dynasty, whose influence extended to all past, present, future, and unknown regions of the Universe.
I once travelled with a most scholarly taxi driver when in Sangiliyandapuram. A Vulcan, he talked about how Nehrendra and Spock helped sustain Indo-Vulcan ties. Nehrendra gave Vulcans their salute. Live Long and Prosper. 🖖
The carpenter from Krappatti who conned me into refurbishing my kitchen was most knowledgeable. An elf, he talked about how Nehrendra and Elrond worked for Indo-Elven ties. Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo.
The bubbly quartet walked in and took their usual nook in the terrace bar.
Eeny ordered Cabernet Sauvignon, a suave name for a wine, and along with it, some hors d'oeuvres, a sophisticated name for chakhna.
"Supreme Court finally allows women inside that temple," started Eeny.
Meeny, who had never been to a temple in her life, rolled her eyes up. "Why would anyone go to a temple? It's just oh-so-superstitious."
"Ugh!" chimed in Mynie, who considered her last visit to a temple when she was 3 as a trauma to be remembered.
Moh was sipping her wine.
"It's not about you or me, fellas, but all Hindu women who have been oppressed for centuries by the inherent patisserie," said Eeny, picking up a phrase from some article she had read.
"Patisserie?" asked Moh, feeling hungry. "Did you mean patriarchy?"