Men grunt and women moan; women coo if men moan. That seems natural. Imagine if women grunted and men cooed or moaned! Not all this can be expected to be heard in a restaurant in broad day light in full public view of course, but in the intimacy of soft bed folds, in shaded privacy of bedrooms where people make love. But then I am old fashioned. I shall be shocked to hear men grunts in restaurants, and women grunting, grunting at all, anywhere.
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Ted and his friend paid us a visit recently. It was good to spend a few days together, shopping mostly: Fleur freaked and Ted, the good chivalrous spirit, paid. And we talked - of boredom and what caused it, etc. and drank beer. Today they left, one week spent, for Goa to their homes in Panjim, Velim and elsewhere.
I wonder why people who come down south want to visit Mamallapuram. It is simply one of my most disliked spots in the subcontinent. What is there to see that is worth it? Those four and a half unfinished Rathas? That perpetually closed to visitors shore temple? That frieze on that flat boulder called "Bhagiratha's penance or the descent of Ganga?"? What is good about Mahabalipuram that they want to go there? I am even willing to philosophise and say, 'each to his Eden', but then WHY DRAG ME ALONG?
Some talk about the great Pallavas. Pallavas or not, why do they unabashedly charge Rs. 250 for Vellakaras (outsiders/white people) and a mere Rs 12 for Indians with dark skin? Is that racist or what? This happens openly, officially. Besides, the town is filthy dirty all over... No, I can not find any reason to like Mahabalipuram.
Anyone with a strong dislike, like the kind I have for that particular town, should not venture to go there on public holidays. On public holidays, public is everywhere; there is hardly any holiday for you who wants a quieter zone for holidaying because on working days you meet millions of office goers on roads! After all, everyone wants a holiday to look different from any other day, right? But that is not in the main why I would advise against going to Mahabs on a public holiday. It is because you are deprived of the one lean incentive to go to where you do not want to - Mahabalipuram! To me drinking a chilled beer is an incentive-even to go to Mahabs. Before going to the firing line army men must be officially made to drink beer so that they meet their death cheerfully! On public holidays, you can not get beer. You go to those over-priced "resorts", the beer they serve is cold, but it is bad beer. I do not like that:- the chill-terrific,-beer-lousy-equation.
This is not finished, for Mahabalipuram SUCKS!
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4 comments:
payed?
? A visit. Yes. wrong?
On reflecting, I see that the word 'payed' is used on two occasions in the blog. One with ref. to the visit my friend pay'd me, and other apropos of him paying the bills. Which one are you referring to, BP?
Ok, paid.
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