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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Malkan Singh of the Central State in India</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were scrambling up a hill <br>towards Thathathri Temple in Mount Abu.<br>We pushed past many<br>for we were sleepless tourists<br>capturing a quarter of India in days ten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tall man in Safari suit<br>with a half-foot length <br>of unpruned mustache<br>on each side of his face<br>was trekking up <br>with gun-toting guards<br>preceeding and following him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“ Shoot”, our Tamil teacher quipped<br>and screwed up his own<br>quarter-foot mustache<br>that made him often venerable.<br>The tall man turned back.<br>His fierce eyes of a tiger<br>shook me to say to comfort, <br>“ They are strong like Hercules<br>to climb up with their guns”.<br>They smiled and kept calm.<br>A queue above the hill<br>was crawling into a hollow place.<br>We skipped some people<br>and got sooner into it.<br>But the long mustache builder<br>was not a snob.<br>He let some to overtake him<br>and then he crept into the cave, <br>prayed in calm, scattered some coins<br>and came out smearing<br>sacred ash on his forehead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were busy taking photographs.<br>But he sat quiet on a rock<br>and watched around the valleys.<br>We evaded the line <br>rang the bell and came away.<br>The scaring mustacher<br>rang the bell thrice, <br>listening everytime to the echo<br>and viewing the distant hills.<br>Then he got away in silence.<br>“ Who is he, with this much of saintliness? ”, <br>when our History teacher asked, <br>his guard replied with a beaming smile: <br>“ Oh, he is Malkan Singh, <br>the murderer of ninety men<br>and a King-Maker in the Central State.<br>He reclined his arms before J.P, the Gandhian<br>and reconciled to be a recluse now”.<br>We were tight-lipped <br>and looked at him with awe<br>and hurried down with a snigger.<br> ----------</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rajendran+Muthiah">Rajendran Muthiah</a><div class=q>
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towards Thathathri Temple in Mount Abu.
We pushed past many
for we were sleepless tourists
capturing a quarter of India in days ten.

A tall man in Safari suit
with a half-foot length 
of unpruned mustache
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