The Dreaming Tree

Continuing its moral responsibility of quite clearly spelling out the reality of things, my blog has stumbled upon a great secret uncovered in a sting operation. The following report has been compiled after the author put his life on the line so that you, his faithful labrado...errr.. I mean reader, know the truth and only the truth.
Here goes..

In 1959, Gujarati businessman Prafulbhai Bodomwalle migrated from his poverty ridden life in Gujarat to his real home at Gujjufoundland,New Jersey. There he lived a lonely life till he met local supermodel and crime fighting blonde rockstar Spankie Sandstorm.
They instantly fell for eachother and decided to copulate.
After the birth of their first 2 children, the couple often engaged in domestic warfare and when Spankie discovered chemical weapons the 2 children decided to live with their neighbours.
The kind family of Jaswinder "Joe" Sachdevani welcomed the children like the were their own. They were given a special kennel each and were chained with fairest of chains made from pure silver.

Soon Jaswinder became their mentor. He played the electric guitar quite well and taught the 2 children all they know, which is not much actually.
In a slightly unrelated twist Jaswinder Sachdevani later legally renamed himself to Joe Satriani and is now bald.
The two children (who have requested anonymity and hence shall be called Choto Bodomwalle and Moto Bodomwalle(names changed)) founded Children of Bodom, a band that excels in using regurgigative re-production and electromechanical feedback to create music Jaswinder would be proud of.
Here's a section of the freewheeling chat with them:

me:So the truth is out! Do you guys feel lighter now?
CB:Not exactly, it has'nt helped since our fan base is either red neck americans or really uncoothe north indians and neither like gujaratis.

me:So are you gonna deny this report when it is published?
MB:Yes, of course.

me:Dont you think its kinda stupid you already told me that?
CB:Whhhat theee ****? you call me stupid?? Wait till I get my.. (advances menacingly)
MB:Choto! Gadhedo che kya?!? (throws him a bone that Choto gladly accepts)
(to me) Please leave. I dont wish to bite you.

DISCLAIMER: The author disclaim all claims made in the above article.