The Coconut Conundrum

While my parents did not pull the usual parental trolls like asking me to believe in God/gods and advocating the merits of arranged marriage, they still managed to drive many misconceptions into my very impressionable head before I decided to model myself on Casca the Cynic (the not-so-ray-of-sunshine from the Roman stab-men crew) in high school.

I always thought steamed Intari Appam was just a figure of speech for imaginary meals because whenever any of us asked for food at odd timings, Amma used to retort, ‘Intari Appam puzhungi vachittund. Poyi thinno.’ (Reduced and murdered translation: There is steamed Intari Appam yo! Go eat.) The first time this happened I ran to the kitchen. That was my first tryst with sarcasm.

This led me to believe that Intari Appam is some sort of mythical food like Vayu Gulika (Air Tablet?) which according to what I understood from my parents’ conversations is the last gulp of air you take before you die. Well, it turned out that Vayu Gulika is also a real thing and not just a figure of speech. It’s some sort of digestive pellet (Gas Tablet!). Returning to Intari Appam, once my parents subliminally communicated to me that congealed Kanji Vellam (water drained from boiled rice, as translated by some Wiki contributor) is the nearest thing you can find to Intari Appam in the real word. So imagine my surprise when I found out few days back that the closest thing you can find to Intari Appam in the real world is Intari Appam itself.

One could argue that these were not intentional mind games by my parents. I could have just misunderstood them. Here is my counter-argument.

Revealing the ultimate troll of the previous century:

I was 2 or 3 years old when for the first time in my life I saw a coconut being split open and the water gushing out. Amazed and struck with curiosity, I asked my father how come there was water in the coconut. My father very nonchalantly told me that cows climb coconut trees at night and pee in coconuts. To this date, I still refuse to drink tender coconut water. Other Malayalis give me the stink eye when I say no to it. If only they knew.

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  1. I was missing home a little much today, I even contemplated spending all of my life savings on last minute air tickets. Then I stumbled on your blog.

    Coconuts, jackfruits and their smell, nanthencode, all brought home a little closer 🙂

    Ps: an unmistakable Basheer touch in your words. Liking it much.

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    1. Thank you and glad I could help. Jackfruit memoirs seem riper and smellier when you’re away from home :p
      It’s sometimes hard to see the world in an unBasheer way if you grew up reading him, isn’t it? 🙂

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      1. Yes, what else than that squishy, sticky fragrant mess to remind of the best days of life 🙂

        On Basheer, true, I think he finds the child in us and vaccinates it against adult-eration.

        By the way, if you ever feel the urge, here’s where I nest: sharansuresh.com (yes, very creative, I know)

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        1. I stumbled across your blog earlier this month and had bookmarked it for reading later as I was tied up with a few things. Now that my hands and mind are back to ground state I’ll be getting back to reading it 🙂 And yes, so creative :p

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          1. Speaking of nostalgia, my own personal bookmarks, I’ve realized, also creates nostalgia when I look at it. Things from way back in time, tucked away neatly, always forgotten, only to remind of a time you were intrigued by the topic of the page 🙂

            But I’m sure you put it to good use 😀

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