TOP SECRET: Oil’s well that ends well

A powerful swamiji, who studied in a Mysore college before he was asked to don the mantle, used to come to class with harlenne dripping in his hair. Out of exasperation, one of his classmates gifted him a bottle of shampoo. The next day, the swamiji-to-be came to the class and said, ‘Idu yenla idu. Sakkath nore batthade idarinda!’ (What’s this? It generates a lot of lather). Who was this dude? As always, our lips, in the interests of the fair reputation of all concerned, are sealed.