A sunny afternoon @ Kovalam

For someone who gets churned out 5 days a week, ‘chill-out’ means to go out and get drunk. For a single guy, ‘chill-out time’ can be anytime but for the committed ones chill out can be tricky. To make it worse, if the wife isn’t very fond of his drinking, he will have to get rid of her beforehand.
The last Saturday 4 of us, from the same office, went out to hit the beach. Among the 4, two were single and two married. The two doubles successfully send off their better halves to their own homes to ensure safe fun.

We reached the Kovalam beach on a sunny Saturday. We couldn’t help yearning for the fun times we had in college. Then money was not an essential commodity in fun. Mostly we only had enough money to burn the fuel. Today we have enough and more for the food and wine. Sadly we miss the old, wild fun.

After sitting under the shade and reminiscing the good ol’ times we decided to go in search for a good shack. On the way I noticed some peculiar in Indian habits

The Indian in a beach
The westerner’s notion of a beach is suntan. They wear their clothes to the minimum to get as much as tan as possible. Our ladies get into the water wearing jeans and loaded with accessories. I cannot figure out a cloth more uncomfortable than the jeans in water. It takes ages to dry itself. Besides sand in your underwear is plain irritation. Get to wear plain, simple clothes to the beach.
We had a long walk through the beach. There was a lady with perfect rounded butts walking in front of me throughout the journey. I had a good time watching the juggle, and then I decide to concentrate more on the nature’s beauty.

We settled into a perfect good bar. I had two glasses of wine while others went for vodka. The tongues loosened up a bit after the drinks and the talks grew more and more bold.

One among us talked about a macho guy in his office. They never suspected anything of him until he forgot to lock his system one day. The curious ones did a check and found out that he had a different profile and was a member of gay communities. The best part was our friend had allowed himself to be demo-raped not knowing that for the macho it was a fulfillment.

Then it turned to the first porn experiences we had. We got the first look into world of pornography around the age of 15. We remembered how the grotesque scenes horrified us. Today, it’s quite strange that, kids as young as 13 are a walking encyclopedia on sex.

There is this particular (real-life) story on which we had a great laugh. There was this Biology teacher who loved making double meaning statements/jokes in his class. The guys roared out in laughter while the girls suppressed it to a giggle. But the pious ones weren’t amused by this and registered a complaint with the principle. The principle assured them, ’The next time he makes an offensive statement, you are free to walk out of his class’. The next biology class was on reproductive organs. The teacher read out a portion from the text and announced, ‘Children, Africans have got the biggest penis in the world. It’s real huge and black.’ Suddenly the pious girls got up from the seat and made towards the entrance, when the teacher announced, ‘Hey, you won’t get a bus to Africa at this time of hour!’

One thing that pained me of Kovalam is the crass commercialization of the sea side. In the name of tsunami rehabilitation many concrete structures in the name of hotels have come up giving the beach a feel of a crowded street. Even sadder part is the fake accessories sold to tourists in the name of ethnic handicrafts. In the fake items list even the herbal and ayurvedic treatments also find their place.

I managed to get a few photos on Kovalam. The favorite one is the landmark ‘Lighthouse’. I also managed to get a mosque that stood far away. It’s not something I have seen in many pictures.