Friday, May 15, 2009

In the land of Padma Lakshmi.....

“Be thankful we are men of the south,” Junior said, stretching and yawning. “Southerners are we, in the south of our city in the south of our country in the south of our continent. God be praised. We are warm, slow, and sensual guys, not like the cold fishes of the north.” Senior, scratching first his belly and then the back of his neck, contradicted him at once. “In the first place,” Senior said, “the south is a fiction, existing only because men have agreed to call it that. Suppose men had imagined the earth the other way up! We would be the northerners then. The universe does not understand up and down; neither does a dog. To a dog, there is no north or south. In this regard, the points of the compass are like money, which has value only because men say that it does. And in the second place you’re not that warm a character, and a woman would laugh to hear you call yourself sensual. But you are slow—that is beyond a doubt.”

That’s from Salman Rushdie’s short story set in Elliot’s Beach, Besant Nagar, Chennai

3 comments:

Balajisblog said...

Raj _ You have disappointed me. I was expecting more based on the title. You lured me into reading this piece, with nothing on PadmaLakshmi...Balaji

ramesh said...

i second balaji above .. i am going to sue you now

Raj said...

Balaji, Ramesh: Isn't Chennai the land of Padmalakshmi? Why do you guys imagine more?