[Professor Poddar]

For fuck's safe, Malevolent Carnivore!

You have no business accusing me of not being myself, and then ducking out to Lowell. How dare you attend to insignificant matters like work when there's so much discussion to be done?
I am INDEED a Mr. R. Poddar, Professor of Life- Ph.D, thank you.
That I can't (always) spell my parents' names is due to the fact that their names don't have set spellings! The Marrahgat language is their native one- spelling is variable. Aba IS Aba to me, thus, as Bimmel is Bimmel. It's my perogative to make things up as I go along. You have this set image of me, but I fucking morph. The R. Poddar of old has been cast to the pyre- I am reborn, and command your respect!

Thus has the Prophet of the Headwaters of the Seven Lower Tributaries of The Ganges spoken-- and thus shall his words burn in your mind's eye, searing your falsity with their truthful nature.