Back From Coconut Country

Follow us:WhatsappFacebookTwitterTelegram.cls-1{fill:#4d4d4d;}.cls-2{fill:#fff;}Google NewsThe one tool I use most often to make things fun for myself, make jokes laugh around...is the one thing that was absolutely useless in Kerala. We take it for granted...speak to somone in Emglish..and when we dont get that knowing nod...our immmediate reflex is to switch to hindi......no knowing nod even then ....and that's when it started... We did interesting stuff in Kerala. Went fishing with the locals....not knowing what they kept laughing about thru the process.....because everytime I asked them for more bait for the fishing line...they'd giggle. I stopped wondering....making peace with the fact that they had an inside joke...I clearly was the outsider.. We learnt how to climb a coconut tree. Tambi, the 56 year old man ...climbs coconot trees every day..and gets paid a full 10 rupees to climb each tree and bring down the coconuts. His ankles are rock hard..with the coir that's around his ankles that keep him from falling. His wrists had cuts...and I asked him if I could learn how to climb a coconut tress....he pointed to the goat..to suggest that it was so easy even the goat could climb it! Or may be he didn't say that...may be he didn't understand what I asked him.... and he clearly was discussing other stuff....i dunno...cattle problems...He must've seen the IBN mike..and thought we'd make his voice the voice of Kerala! I obliged...looked at the goat...and thought well If it's so easy..I must try. And that idea quickly turned out to be a bad one. I pulled myself up, about four feet off the ground...and then the world came crashing down! I met Kalpana Chawla, she was radiant as ever...all of three years. And very horny......she kept grabbing my shorts...putting her trunk inside them actually and in my t-shirt. The naughty mind that I have...or the conceited one for that matter...was convinced Kalapana could just not keep her hands...(or her trunk) off of me....what she really was lookin for was something to chew on. And to my utter dismay...she stopped looking for treasure in my shorts once we offered her some sugar cane.. surprisingly, I began to miss the attention!! This baby elephant was to die for...But her mum...now she really was fat! Get this, an elephant rider trying to teach you to climb an elephant in a language you don't understand. Now ordinarily, that'd be a speech I would want to miss no word of! But here we were with instructions in a language that made no sense...yet I finally got on that big elly....had fun. did some fun stuff for the cameras....gave information that I would use in my traveloge...and then it occured to me....I hadnt thought this thru. How does one get down?! Paras!see muh pix...spaces.msn.com/members/parastomarfirst published:May 03, 2006, 21:45 ISTlast updated:May 03, 2006, 21:45 IST
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