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Some more pointing. Part 3

 Hello, and welcome again to a new episode of pointy things, where I ramble on and on about things in a superficial manner, to fulfill a self-imposed challenge I'm too stubborn to drop. Snarky today, you say? Well, better than repeating same introductions for thirty days straight won't you say?

Anyway, pleasantries aside, today I bring another short mention of a pointy thing. And speaking of which, I'm really grateful with past me for using a non-specific name for this series, as this one may be stretching the rules we've played with for the previous week.

A long time ago, in this same galaxy, I was once a high school student - cue gasps at the revelation. One of the many subjects we touched upon was of course literature. I have fond memories of most of my teachers at that time, and the literature ones are no exception. It was with one of them that I learned for the first time about things outside the classical Greek lit and glanced at the massive world of ancient India.

In particular, the first approach I had was through the ancient epic of the Ramayana; a poem that relates the adventures of Rama, his feud with Ravana, his heroic deeds and a lot of other things that deserve the epithet of Epic in giant neon letters. Even years after, I still remember fondly the time we spent over the text and I can piece together the overall plot.

For those in the known - like, most people in the world I guess- the Ramayana is only on of two ancient Indian epics; oldest in fact. The accompanying tale to the Ramayana is the Mahabharata. Before you ask, yes, we followed to read the Mahabharata too in school. That's when things get interesting.

You see, by the time we covered the Mahabharata were in the late stages in the semester, I had gotten enough credits to pass the subject - read, sucked up to the teachers - and I was more preoccupied by my others classes to really enjoy the Mahabharata. As such, I just half-assed the lecture, watched a short movie and the end result is me having forgotten almost everything about it.

Years later, still in the past though, I was reminded of the tale by certain game. Which brings us to today.

What has all of the previous things have to do with pointy things? For that, I leave you with a cliffhanger; if you want to know more, you'll have to wait until tomorrow. Sorry, not sorry.

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