so i saw my tamil movie yesterday-manmadhan. the plot was so complex, there's no point in me telling it, but it is very good, fresh, and it basically rocked my bum. here's the link to the review if you are interested:
http://www.indiaglitz.com/channels/tamil/review/7092.html
the reason it was SO good and totally action, music packed (i think at least 15 songs, which is about triple the average) was because of this hot new actor everyone here in the south loves, this huge tamil star named SIMBU. if you want to read what people are saying about him, and it's GREAT fun, go to:
http://forumhub.com/tfilms/6298.18939.04.37.44.html
after the movie, we went to a man"bar"(no such thing as woman bar or woman parlor, only man parlor) which is basically a secret place with little private rooms with a fan and buzzer for the waiter. it's SO shameful to drink here, they really try hard to hide it. anyhow, of course as the men pass by our "stall", they see the bottem of my skirt and each one HAS to peek in, and i'm rather covered up now that i know the proper indian way a woman should dress in the city. i love the part when the waiter comes with a napkin covered plate with a tiny plastic bag containing 5 roasted cashews, carefully tears open the bag, and plates them. this is for 3 people to eat, so we each take 3 bites per nut, like the buddhists in the caves who live on little food.
i wanted to see "hero" today with sharaf, but it left the theatres. i had seen it (an unbelievable jet li movie) on dvd, but not the big screen. too bad. tomorrow's malayalum movie day, about 10 to choose from. yes, i'm a freak, but between 1:30-5 (which is when i go see the movies) is the most dangerous part of the day, the sun is unbearable unless you are a south indian who wants to keep their skin nice and black.
bill, who is mr. bill here, for the first time got violently ill-you know, the same kind we all get (mine averaging once a month). he desperatly needed parcel coconuts (parcel here means "to go" and they cut enough so all ya gotta do is puncture when you get home). first of all, i have boycotted babu, the thief who sells outside of the shala cause he still owes me 500rps from last year, so i go to the couple on the beach. "coconuts not coming for an hour" so i call my friend sharaf, he picks me up and we head towards trivandrum. i learned that babu has been hoarding all the coconuts around this area and charging 15rps!!!(going rate here is 10) anhyoo, we stop for the special yellow coconuts from sri lanka, cause they are highly medicinal, more enzymes and electrolytes. but listen to this one. the coconut wallah has about 20 sri lankan coconuts, but "knife not coming till after 9." how do you run a coconut stand without a device to open them? SO we move further towards trivandrum, which is a half hour ride, find a nice big strong lady and buy our coconuts, get the fair price, of course sharaf has to buy one cigarette. it's weird here, cause many of the chain smokers (millions of chain smokers here and they start REAL young) only buy one at a time. he said he buy his pack of gold flakes after he eats. i often encourage his habit by bringing him several packs, he appreciates this a lot. he does SO much for me.
bring mr bill his medicine, which i encourage him to NOT throw up, just breathe deep. gotta keep it down, drink gallons of water, etc.(i have plenty of experience with the food/water poisoning getting sick 5 times last year, once in hospital 3 days)and once this time.
i left for my leisurly brekkie overlooking the arabian sea, watching fishermen net fishing, when i suddenly realize why i did not need to go to a bollywood movie today. i watched one on the beach. this white girl in a string bikini with 3 pubecent indian boys carrying her towel and 4 bottles of water, find her a place to lay down her towel and just stand around her. what is always amusing about these clueless people (the girl-either she's an exhibitionist or an idiot)-is they walk around over 100 fishermen TRYING to work! this girl suddenly had at least 25 men and boys surrounding her from every corner of the beach, and the poor fishermen losing their minds. this goes on like a movie for an hour before she has her lackys pick up her things (it was like she was modeling cause she never sat down and kept turning her body around, sticking out her butt, bending for boob views), and proceed to another part of the beach to either show off some more, or be left alone, cause she finally covered up a little. this kept me amused pretty much throughout my lonely brekkie. i've lost justin cause he's moved to another motel, and i have no idea what it is and where, bill is sick like dog, but it's ok cause i got a stack of great books to read and lots of internet research.
a big warm hug to all of you-
bindifry
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