[Edit @ 23/2 02:05/]
Hope the concept of the photograph is as obvious to you as it is to me, though for some of you it’s not (won’t mention the names, but feel guilty). Anyway this is out of the concept though somehow related to the picture, it’s a text out of the book I just started to read and I found it amusing.
Once when a new son-in-law of the family wrote him a letter beginning with the usual salutations Sricharaneshu (“To the Gracious Feet”), he replied to him as follows:
“My dear Naren, I do not know what it means to call the feet gracious. Neither do you. So, that is nonsense! Further, you have petitioned my feet, leaving me out altogether. You ought to know that my feet are a part of me and should not be looked up on you as a separate entity so long as they keep stuck to my person. Then again, this particular limb is neither my hands nor ears, and therefore to offer anything to it is quite fatuous. Finally, it is possible an expression of devotion on your part to use the respectful plural, for some quadrupeds are indeed objects of your worship, nevertheless I consider it my duty to dispel your ignorance of my proper zoological identity.”
Chaturanga, Rabindranath Tagore
Behold for my new fetish…