Do you know the story of Vikram? Of Vikram and Ubshapti?
Vikram was clubbing in New York. The club was the Palladium.
Vikram would stay till 4 am. To watch the woman dancing.
Vikram loved the woman. But the woman belonged to Santosh.
Santosh brought Althea from Montgomery. Althea was the name of the woman.
Vikram waited to talk to her. He waited in the alley behind the club.
He said if you don’t love me, I don’t know how I’ll live. I’ll die.
Althea was amazed but afraid of Santosh. Althea told Santosh.
Santosh was a connosieur of mockery. At mockery, Santosh excelled.
Santosh was a genius at mockery. Imagine a Shakespeare of mockery.
Imagine a Bach. Imagine Von Neumann.
Santosh mocked Vikram’s approach to Althea. He mocked his pudgy body.
Face, character, soul, way of speaking way of acting. Santosh mocked them all.
Vikram was ashamed. He fled Palladium.
He went to Tony’s Italian kitchen on Mott street. He drank wine and ate pasta.
Every day for a month he ate and gained. Vikram became obese.
Finally Tony asked him to unload his heart. Vikram told Tony.
Tony said you need a father. You need a message from a father.
You need to fight back against Santosh. You need to get Althea.
I have no father, said Vikram. I as good as have no father.
All I have is an ancient Egyptian ubshabti figurine. It dates to the Middle Kingdom.
It was a gift to me from my father. But truly I have no father.
Fine said Tony. Use that.
Use that. Use the Ubshabti.
Use the Ubshabti, Vikram. Use the Ubshabti from the Middle Kingdom.
So you have no father. You have Ubshabti.
Use that, use that. Use that.
Vikram went home. He unwrapped Ubshapti.
He told Ubshapti the mockery. The mockery administered by Santosh to him.
The Ubshapti had a spell on him. It was in hieroglyphics.
The Ubshapti was to help souls in the afterlife. Now he was in New York City.
He did the best he could. He said “Vikram.
The first rule of mockery is be honest. The second rule is be fearless.
Obey the first rule, Vikram. Vikram obey the second.
Avoid fear, Vikram in your pursuit. Also avoid deception.”
Vikram heeded Ushabti. He went the Palladium.
He strode to the booth of the DJ. He grabbed from the DJ the microphone.
He unleashed mockery upon Santosh. His tongue was true and fearless.
He said his nose was risible. Like giant fans his ears.
He called his look ingratiating. Like an ad for something no one wants to buy.
The crowd laughed at Santosh. He fled from the Palladium.
Vikram found her in the alley. He invited her out for coffee.
They were at a Ukrainian place in the village. Althea was eating kasha.
She didn’t know what would happen. Althea was waiting for anything.
“I must be with you, Althea. My love for you will kill me.
I won’t know who I am without you. My life to me will be worthless.
A life without you Althea is not a life. My life to me is death.”
But Althea had heard Vikram truthful. And she had heard Vikram fearless.
When Vikram mocked Santosh as a dj. She knew how Vikram sounded.
Althea said he was lying. And Althea said he was fearful.
Althea left the city. She returned to Alabama.
Vikram remained in the restaurant. He paid for the left-over kasha.
Vikram went home on the subway. He crumbled dried leaves on the staircase.
Did Vikram blame the Ubshapti? He did not because he was fearless.
He took off the clothes of the old man. He put on the clothes of the new man.
Ah me, said Vikram’s Ubshapti. Praise be to Horus.
Praise to Thoth. Praise to Isis.
Praise be to Horus. To Horus.
In this world and the next. Praise Horus.