Sir, I have met the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.

(He has a degree in physics - I chauffered him about the premises, much to the trepidation of his acolytes .. elbowed out of the way by moi. He also possesses a giggly sense of Humour. And he gave me a rose. His speaking is well nigh religiosity-free - the antithesis of Tee Vee preachers, say.)
Never mind that the surrounding kiddies were/are formatory; 'students' ever Are, Grasshopper.

And you sir, are no Maharishi.
(I suspect he'd be humming bajans, or maybe Beatles songs)

[I'm presuming you are Murican-ept enough to be aware of that phrase's origin in the hilarious 'debate', Benson V Quayle .. re that other member of the ongoing Prescott Bush $-barbarian scourge.]


(and BTW, your mates were on tenterhooks, however tender or not ;-)

Sounds like you're back from the Outback, eh?


er {cackle}