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I don’t remember the name of the movie…it had this studio whose primary clientele were…shavams. The famous SS. Perhaps the phrase shavam studio was never used in the movie, but for Sangham suddenly everything bad was ‘studio’.
This was during our ‘gross is cool’ phase…leper salute, leper handshake, drinking coffee in Maharaja’s canteen with the two-handed leper grip. (Principal installed a ‘LADIES ONLY’ board in front of the canteen’s smaller hall. A few days later somebody changed the board to ‘LADIES LONELY’ and the guys moved back in)
Last month, I had my shavam studio moment. I dreamed I was dying, I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly, And looking back down at me…saw my corpse on the ironing table. I opened my eyes, realised my eyes were open all through, realised that the shavam was real. Bwah!
One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip … but there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.
Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her mom was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more. When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress.
Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of coffee and a shot of whiskey.
When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hid the liquor and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the coffee pot and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw it was made from. Just then the doorbell rang and Santa cussed on his way to the door.
He opened the door and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas tree. The angel said, very cheerfully, “Merry Christmas Santa. Isn’t it just a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Isn’t it just a lovely tree? Where would you like me to stick it?”
Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
Deepa sent me this ages ago.
Deeps, Here’s wishing you a Merry Christmas…
We have once again demonstrated our commitment to bring the downtrodden masses into the mainstream by launching the world’s first illiterate-friendly coin.
Mera Bharat Mahan!
(I can’t wait to see the 50 paise coin)
Check out the mallu version of Queen’s I Want to Break Free.
(Click on the above link to open an Odeo player window, click ‘play’ to start the song. It’s worth the hassle. Believe me…)
In case you know who the pink-lungi-wearing, card-carrying, beef-eating genius behind the track is, please let me know.
Manoj the Malayalee inspired this post. Thank you.
ET, Chennai, had carried this story on mallu cuisine a few years ago…
I can imagine the scene, the good looking trainee journo being enlightened by some chettan: Olan, Thoran, Kalan, Valsan…Boo Haa Haa!
John Sir was our Malayalam teacher in Rajagiri…
Babu Kuriakose 