The many travels of Jose and Mariamma

Epilogue...

2006-09-01T08:40:00.000-07:00

Hello? Hello? (ay kuppusami, is this mic working...?)

Aah!

Ya sorry 'bout that, didnt know it was on.

Hello good people. Perhaps you wonder where on earth our two intrepid lovers have disappeared. Have they for once and for all tied the knot so to speak, or is there still some strange twist of fate, some other mishap of gastric nature, some more blithering drunken surgical error by the redoubtable kaptain kook, or has Jose's long-running Duracel (pat. pend.) pacemaker battery finally given out in a huff of pique over not having gotten more footage for its crucial role in the continuation of Jose's life (a thin excuse, the astute will notice, to stretch the story and wring it dry of every comic possibility and insert in it the bizarre sexual fantasy of the two off-stage voices...)?

Yes, good fellows one and all, the story has left a trail littered with dialectical whores, deconstructed moonshiners, reconstructed anatomies, librettos from awful musicals on Broadway and equally awful sequined bush-shirts and candy-stripe paavadais, and in the inevitable bungling produced by extraordinary drunkenness, flotsam and debris in the shape of fetid livers, kidneys, chopped japanese hands, hearts, undersized malayalee breasts, and regular and more prosaic nail-clippings from mariamma's visits to the ship's beauty parlour, have been spotted wafting gently away in outer space. Astronomers report that the chopped japanese hands have been gesticulating a very rude thing, but in a covert operation the CIA forced astronomers to call this "Dark Matter" and bought everyone a round at the local bar. The menu consisted of fried pomfret in chilli sauce, and next morning astronomers also discovered the "Red Shit", which astronomer Hubble had long ago discovered while vacationing in Andhra Bhavan.

I, in my infinite wisdom, digress. (kuppusami, some water please).

I, in my infinite wisdom and mercy, have news. (gimme some more bass on my monitor)

Jose and Mariamma have found true love at last.

They laugh, they run and play, they fondle, and often find themselves in trouble for public display of affection.

Jose has signed a perpetual contract with legendary Broadway producer Bobby Mofo (that bastard) who, after surviving a severe dipping in a vat of toddy, is fond of ending every sentence with "here toddy, gone tomorrow".

Jose will entertain audiences with feats of coconut tree climbing, speed coconut hacking, toddy distillation unedited, and various documentary features on him that, along with his royalties from his magnum opus "An Ordinary Life", have ensured that our Jose Kuriakose is now a wealthy man. Signed copies are available for a filthy sum of money.

He bears some scars from his tumultous episodes. He is given to abusing japanese people, and is never found with fewer than three hundred duracel batteries in his pocket. But other than that, and occasional bouts of spouting Das Kapital, he is quite fit for social intercourse.

Mariamma...that wondrous lass of many parts. She is a joy to Jose. She joined the team of jose kuriakose's technicolor dream coat(now in its seventh season) as manger and technical co-ordinator. She went on to bear jose two wonderful boys J. Sylvester Stalin and J. Thengaa Thanni. Anyone supecting her child bearing hips was silenced after stalin and thanni's arrival.

She too wrote a book (travelogue, yes yes kuppusami i know), "The Not-so-ordinary Wife of an Ordinary Man", her image consultants thought it would be a good publicity stunt. She and jose were in the middle of a torrid legal battle which when settled would have meant that they would have to transfer money from one joint account to another .The issue really was the alter ego; a certain fellow called Kaptin Kook in whose voice the entire travelogue (happy, kuppusami, you ingrateful rascal??) is written. Both titles can be purchased seperately, or together as the "family special", with a signed pair of diapers used by the two adorable kids thrown in with.

No love being lost the Kuriakose house hold is doing just fine and recently invested in a battery charger, as a birth day gift to Jose. He felt like crying but his pace maker not being connected to his tear ducts couldn't pump them to his eyes. Hence he stuck to howling, which was just awful. I mean, just awful.

Ok, fine, all is well, but where are they?

(come on soundboy bass gimme the bass!!)

Who am I?

I am God. ( and before you start off on the whole 'what does it all mean?' routine.... no comment!!)

People also call me Blinkey the Whale.

Mariamma and Jose are in my belly, which I am mostly OK with, except ......the cigar smoke is killing me.

i'll be bach-ache

2006-06-25T02:20:00.000-07:00

jose eta jose eta
where are you?
my love is like a parrot
who is black and blue
i ask my friend why
this discoloration now
they say idiot
cos its a Macaw!

hi eta how are you i heard you cut of your captains hand . i hope you have pickled them as ammachi taught you. you know how we mallu's can pickle anything from japaneese hands to local prawns.. our boat had a recent overhaul and our old shell was sent to kandla port unfortunately since it was carrying the undergarments of kaptin kook in a chest with the words treasure written on it in bold letters some punk in gujarat died while trying to take the boat apart. he is now geetting sued by some group called the green piss and the boat has been sent back to him of course devoid of the undergarments. in totally unrelated news i heard that fresh sanctions were imposed on india for proliferating WMD'S .
we now have to tow our old boat around with the new cos we donno where to take it.i hope your pace maker is keeping time and not like that rogue of a drummer we had in our band the
travancore tamasha trumpeteers what was his name.. kirori mallu what kind of name is that?
Anyway hope you catch up with us soon i can't see you in the rear view mirror cos it had been focussed to my rear.. all is well otherwise. (that is what we call the hole in the middle of our ship)
TC
Mariamma

commercial break

2006-06-12T10:26:00.000-07:00

.... coming to your town MAY '06

2006-06-09T18:34:00.000-07:00

mariamma,

i cannot take the separation any longer. each minute spent without you is another minute lost on the fading batteries of my pacemaker. i need to hook into your circuits if i am to make it. i have made all the arrangements...

i took control of the ship, mariamma! i did it, and you will be astonished by the story. such a brilliant job! i did it, all by myself. with two liters of coconut oil, a silver ring and a used condom. with these objects i engineered a mutiny. dont ask for details, darling. suffice to say that the condom is very, very used, there is no more coconut oil on this ship, captain Motorboto is very jealous, and my backside is very tender. the rest of the crew loves me now. they love me all too well. Atleast Vixxen taught me some useful things. Dont worry dear, I dont care about her at all. I put handcuffs on Otopilot's hands. The rest of him I threw into the sea. It was fun. A little messy but still fun. The whales will have their revenge.

Oh Mariamma, what a delight it will be to see you. I cant wait. I have set the course of this ship to catch yours. I will be with you soon. I hope you have spare batteries. Oh my heart remembers today the ditty you sang me years ago:

Jose Jose dont come apart
Please tap the toddy of my heart
Thayyam thatta Thayyam thom
Its late, dont touch, now take me home...

and it would be dusk and i would be frustrated yet again but look forward to the next day...

Jose

jose ka jose pani ka pani...

2006-06-05T07:07:00.000-07:00

dear jargon juggling,jemping jack, jiant jambalam but only one kidneyed, pacemaking, disco dancing, jittery jelabi eating jaccusi and kakkussi visiting, jest for jolly, jose etta..

i knew you didn't love the vixxen bitch ok maybe she left you but like the rubber i tap my heart is also, when vulcanised in good measures, quite flexible. i hope your pace maker has been disconnected from the strobe lights its not too good for the lights you see they are very sensitive. i remeber when my friendd started his disco(the FENGY DANCE KLEB) down in pattanamtitta. how when elec-tri-san the local electrician screwed up the wiring and my father got free paper view porn on his Tv for three weeks. it would be rather disaterous for you organs now especially your pace maker if you got that...kaptin kook has got a severe case of shizophrenia he was captain jack paro (apparently it is what happened to paro in devdas after a few JD's). he also thinks he has the curse of the black paal. (someone thought it would be funny to put ink into his milk??). he started calling his men me'earty. and every time i sneeze he shouts, thar she blows.. any way things are turning out to be a bit trying here and wellatleast i can see beyond two feet now but the rest is obscured by the .....
Tc
Eta al..

my metamor-fused mammaricious mary

2006-06-03T16:00:00.000-07:00

Mary you darling thing you capricious hide-and-seek player with my mallu heart, you steaming sizzling steamboat of mixed desire, you benchmark of boobs, you freak creation of procreation, you dissembling assembly of disembodied parts, purveyor of purloined patchouli packets, dancer-in-the-nude with alliterative kaptins, you innocent misguided consumer of coconuts, you poor skinny fodder of ravenous sharks reborn raunchy ribald rambunctios unctios and busty-boo, you wannabe starry-eyed Broadway auditioner, you rememberer of janam-pattris of our 91 cousins (umm, i dont recall that being in there, but it sounds cool no?), you secretly lustful-of-Bobby Mofo (that bastard, I hate him) but-pretending-otherwiser (and HA he is dead now honey)...

God finally took his finger outta my ass and I am singing like a kannada oops canary. Mariamma, what joy, what difficult times have passed in the hope...i am down to one kidney and assorted other parts. but my pace-maker still beats for you, my appam. since the ship is almost out of fuel, they have been using my pacemaker to power the lights. nights are painful, mariamma, especially the strobe-light in the disco.

are you recovering well? can you see beyond two feet now??

Curiose.

Jose Kuriakose

episode twentythree

2006-06-01T14:07:00.000-07:00

dear jose eta
i hope this reaches you before you pass away due to the absence of a kidney or pass out due to the overwork of one.i realise you are slowlywasting your life like appacha did as a communist in his home town ofalleppy. i hated his politics and his economics personally i prefer a heli-pad to EMS Namboodiri-pad but those are bygones.but i see now like him you too are a hipocrate or a hippopottamus i don't know the correct word, my english fails me. you say the capitalist sell their soul for money but you sell your body (and our local cobbler dealt in soles no wonder they called him the devil ).This is coming at a very difficult time for me . i think i am going through post surgical stress you know i am not used to having such a "burden on my chest".As for the finger in your bum. what can i say but like maradonna's goal we'll just have to live with "the hand of god".what can i say but take care and try out some saki it would be apleasant change from the toddy...Kisses
MARy

Episode Twentytwo

2006-05-31T03:22:00.000-07:00

kaptin,
it seems my messages are not getting across for some reason. i willbriefly update you on the last message. it went as follows:dear kaptini am writing from the ships ICU. I have been diagnosed with livercirrhosis, my kidney was removed in an operation a while ago. itlooked like a kidney, obviously. but i have decided to start sellingmy organs to the japanese crew for money. they like sushi-kidney, ineed money to pay for the toddy. it works well, except the cirrhosishurts like hell, but i love the economics of it. we communists havealways loved economics and drunk ourselves to death over it.i did speak to god, i told him bhagwaan meri ek chhoti si arse hai,and he guffawed and guffawed and made rude gestures all the time. heshowed me his middle finger and stuck it up my ass. i have beensuffering from writers block ever since...Jose

episode twentyone

2006-05-31T03:20:00.000-07:00

Dekhiye MR. Jose
Patient ki haalat kaafi nazuk hai unhone kaafi blood kho diay hai aur humse jitna ho sakta tha woh humne kar kiya.Ab dava nahi sirf dua Kaamkar sakti hai (no no mr jose not pallavi dua).agar aap ham wala outburst(ideally starting with "Bhagwan mainey tumse aaj tak kuch nahinmaanga.....") kisi local church me nahin karenge to i am afraid mariamma meri ammajaise parlok sidhaar jayengi..jaldi jose taaki we hear the golden words from mary,s mouth when she opens her eyes " Main kahan hoon?"
Act fast if you order now you can win a free bikini wax absolutelyfree!!!
Kaptin kook kumar(Ek-tha kappor's latest inspiration.)

Eepisode twenty

2006-05-31T03:18:00.001-07:00

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!Hallelujah! Hallelujah!Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

it worked joosey! it worked!!!!

2006-05-31T03:18:00.000-07:00

it worked joosey! it worked!!!!

Episode Nineteen

2006-05-31T03:17:00.000-07:00

Dear Kaptin,
if you cant read this message, its because its soaking in toddy, a
gesture from me to you, and may i modestly say this is one of singular
vintage, a subtle but naughty blend of kozhikode coconut ferment and
industrial grade ethyl alcohol. it will provoke and sustain, it will
put metal in your spine and brings sparks to your eye. trust me,
kaptin, you will not regret it. (Bobby Mofo, that bastard, made his
fortune selling this recipe, which he SOOO stole from me, that bastard,
but you dont know him, dont worry. they drowned him in his own juice at
the end, which gives me endless giggles, kaptin).
oh and ps: sabarimala is sooo overrated kaptin. the appams are always a
a day old. try tirupati, even though its in the wrong state, the
payasam is fantastic!
this chacko girl, where did you find her? cant wait to see the results,
kaptin...and do you call your crew 'hearty' and 'scallawag'? our
captain is japanese, goes by the name Otopilot Motorboto. curious
fellow, but you should see him when a whale passes close by, he rushes
to his cabin and digs out his cutlery, and then prowls around the
deck!
Augustus (Gusto) Thevaraparambil 'Jose' Kuriakose

episode eighteen

2006-05-31T03:13:00.000-07:00

Dear jo
the procedure happens tonight as indicated flanella anderson chacko's bust is being used if this miracle takes place i will climb the holymountain of sabari mala eighteen times and even give up crystal meth for the three days it takes to climb the mountain.are you tense josey? so am i. wish i had some toddy at hand.
Kaptain k

Epiode Seventeen

2006-05-31T03:10:00.000-07:00

Kaptin!!
what wonderful news!! but do you have mariamma's bottom half? if you do, go ahead use a stapler if necessary but make me a mariamma!! (use the stunt double, please, what kind of woman has Mahajan's torso?!) it will remind me of my recently estranged wife too, who was rather ample in the bosom herself...and mariamma will be pleasantly surprised by the endowment. she was more, how shall i say,built along the lines of a good malayali nurse, a bit wanting in the construction if you know what i mean he he he oh and one more thing, kindly keep your hands off my mariamma once she comes to life.and thank you, i hope sweet yesu comes again and suggests the exact procedure by which this resurrection must be accomplished. i would caution you to keep the various parts right side up, and facing the right way. I used to be a mechanic once, and Mr Madhusudhan Vendi-illay is still waiting for a court date about a job we did on his fiat once. he put his fixed up car in first, floored the pedal, and rammed backwards into the oldest coconut tree in thrissur, thereby getting soundly beaten by the locals. he is suing us for mallu-practice.
yours, gratefully expectant
Augustine (Gusto) J Kuriakose

episode sixteen

2006-05-31T03:09:00.000-07:00

Yo JO
A miracle happened. none other than sweet yesu came to my dreams yesterday. he said that a miracle cure for mary is available. he said that if we mangaed to find mary's bottom half(left by the sharks) and joined it to a torso and placed her head on it. on the eleventh hour of friday she would come alive on sunday. as if she had risen from the dead it is true jose it is true.Only problem is the available torso's are
1}Pramod Mahajan2}john Kenneth galbraith3}Pamela anderson's stunt double who recently passed away trying towalk a tight rope she apparently complained that she couldn't see anything in front.the choice is yours time is running out if you don't reply then the this procedure can be repeated once evry week only, so act fast. And like the good christians say. GODSPEED.
KK (President of the KK Ko-operative).

Episode Fifteen

2006-05-31T03:07:00.000-07:00

dear kaptin kook,

unfortunately upon receiving the rings in malodorous condition, i was assaulted on the head by my own own newly wedded wife and comrade, who appropriated them and jumped ship. perhaps she will redistribute them among the poor?? i dont know, verily i am confused and cannot help feeling the lump on my head...amma will be so sad to see me back with nothing to show except this lump. bobby mofo made a better go of things, that bastard. (i know you dont know him, dont worry).so long, kaptin kook.

aloha to you.

Augustine Thevaraparambil 'Jose' Kuriakose (a mouthful of a mallu)

episode fourteen

2006-05-31T03:05:00.000-07:00

dear mr.jose,
The Rings have been sent through a messenger safely tucked away in his dark recess(your fucking inland security is one pain in the ass , as the messenger will find out 47 times) any way heres to many more journeys and honey moons.
aloha(i recently discovered this word it has magical hello and bye bye properties)
Kaptin kook(an alliteration of a leader)

Episode Thirteen

2006-05-31T03:04:00.000-07:00

Dear Kaptin Kook,
I am very sad to hear about this...very sad indeed. first rajkumar, now
mariamma...I shall contemplate it over the course of my honey-moon, of
course, it being a bourgeoise thing to do, but my comrade insists on
its health-giving properties.
I have a final request to you and then I shall desist from chucking any
more bottles into the sea. Mariamma often bespake of these pure silver
rings (47 in count), that were intended for us in the event of
betrothal and conjugation. But since she now sleeps with the fish, I
was wondering if you could kindly pass them across to me. If not, it
would amount to namak-haraami and you being captain cook must feel
strongly about that i am sure.
I wish you many pleasant journies, as I am sure poor Mari enjoyed her
brief one on this planet...
Jose

episode twelve

2006-05-31T03:03:00.000-07:00

and Mr jose
i would appreciate you not over hearing my conversationswith my mess boy at tea time."..alay, where the (fuzz and crackle) is my --p-flask?""Saaley, where is my (fuzz and crackle) is my cup&flask?"I am not a faashit pig. i am. Captain Cook

episode eleven

2006-05-31T02:57:00.001-07:00

Dear Mr Jose
It is with great regret that i inform you of the sad demise of Sreemati. Mariamma Kuriakose. At '0h'6oo hours this morning we found herbody dangling from the edge of the boat. She suddenly expressed a desire to feed sharks late last night after her frantic mailing session hmmm.. wonder why? Aah mary sweet mary she always loved animals so.Anyway we express our condolences to you at this difficult time.

captain cook
AKA: kookapally nagavenkata subramaniam rao

PS: We ate your share of the banana chips. sorry!

2006-05-31T02:57:00.000-07:00

Episode Ten

2006-05-31T02:54:00.000-07:00

mariamma,
i have reason to believe that our correspondence is being read byright-wing faashits. but ha ha i myself did some intercepting of myown but simply cannot decode the message, it read somethinglike "..alay, where the (fuzz and crackle) is my --p-flask?"Spies, maria, real spies...

Episode Nine

2006-05-31T02:51:00.000-07:00

sorry maria,
i am sending this message from my boat. i am sailing back for trivandrum. comrade vixxen and i have decided to form a union...what can i say, mariamma, she is the sickle to my hammer, she is the buzzin my toddy, the patchouli in my hair oil (yes, i no longer use that nasty coconut oil anymore). we hope to have many little coconuts and we will name them all Stalin. she said that would be "like, sooo cool".i am sure you will be happy in new yaark. you can see the bottoms of all the toilets here.yours etc,
jose

episode eight

2006-05-31T02:49:00.000-07:00

dear jose eta
no one knows EMS in USA because they call it Express Mail®. HA ha hai cracked a joke. Sorry eta good rubber tapping girls shouldn't behave like that i shall confess to achan tomorrow in his private quarters.hope kartavu forgives me.it is so funny this american language. do they say we want a joose to drink or a hoose. Any way i hope you are well.the boat has taken an unlikely stop at gibralter. i hope i can finally pee into a pot whose bottom i can see.
louve
Mariamma

episode seven

2006-05-31T02:47:00.000-07:00

Dear jose etta
how are you? due to technical difficulties we have found ourself in gibralter. the people here keep mistaking captain kook for rajnikant here. funny he is bald and aging and wears a wig and is found danicing with women younger than his daughter , even after that stark difference they keep calling him rajni hmmm.. wonder why?you went to the red light area and didnt stop. ha ha ha. i am sorry good rubber tappers dont laugh at their etta's . i shall ask the achan to forgive me when i confess tonight . sorry etta. i am not angry bout the engagement ring its ok. i knew you would loose it so when bobby achachan bought it i asked him to buy a fullpacket of them from burma bazaar. now just because you have 47 more genuine ever silver rings doen't mean you go loose them ok!though one question, what do they do when they look at your backside? do they say there goes the 'joose ass' or do they say 'ho-say ass'
ever in doubtmariamma

Episode Six

2006-05-31T02:45:00.000-07:00

marimma
my headdu is spinning and i am queasy in my bowels as i throw this bottle into the ocean for you. funnily the ocean is covered with a metal grate and theres a lot of yellow lumpy stuff floating in it.you will receive a bottle called Tequila (it is mexican toddy) with this message in it. i visited the communist district of new yark today. people call it a red light area, how funny no? nobody here knows EMS Namboodiri here though, i asked, and all the party workers wear black stockings and high heeled shoes called guchhi.comrade vixxen and i spent a long time discussing politics and the state of the revolution. unfortunately i had to pay for the meeting and i had to part with our engagement ring because i was not carrying enough money. i hope you will understand.j
ose (they call me ho-say now).
ps: my name is misspelt on the bottle as Jose Cuervo.

Episode Five

2006-05-31T02:44:00.000-07:00

mariamma,
what in the name of sweet yesu are you doing with this kookapalli???believe me if i hear anything more about him and you or him alone,his goose will be kooked. and what is this mercenary business...i am very worried! and your pavadai has become shorter!! my friend fromTOTAFUK (TOddy TAppers Front United Kerala) is also on board, and he is keeping an eye on you too...hey...wait a minute...DAMN IT!! this is terrible. mariamma, if i hear anything more about the length of your pavadai, i will tell you exactly what you can do with bobby mofo's share of the banana chips...jose

episode four

2006-05-31T02:41:00.000-07:00

dear jose eta
how is it going in usa? i haven't been going well because of all the sea food and the salt water my bowels are constipated.plus all the dates matthai chettan gave in thubbai are still going strong. my pavadai has grown short due to constant cleaning with salt water and my hair looks rather nice thanks to being at sea . we arrived safely in istanbul and it gave me great pain to hear bobby achachan is dead.now what do i do with his share of the banana chips? oh i dont know? i found a mercenary today on the street he is very nice and says he knew bobby achachan very well apparently he was the local coconut oil don'sson. oh how small this world is no? anyway captain kookapally nagavenkata subramaniam rao is calling now i need to go. we call him captain kook though, sweet name no etta?
tc
mariamma

EpisodeThree

2006-05-31T02:37:00.000-07:00

nyu yark was wonderful, kanna. its a big city, but strangely it hasnot a single palm tree. i looked and looked, maccha, but no not onepalm tree in sight. also bad news, Bobby, your uncle Mofo, was killed last week in an intergang war over a misplaced shipment of toddy. i told that bastard before he left Idukki, not to mess with black gangs.they hate being confused about complexion, and this Bobby, the ass,kept on tanning with coconut oil all the time. anyway, his business is being run by some chinese gangs in soho. they call him Bobby Boohoonow, apparently he wept a lot before the drowned him in a toddy vat.i am reading life of pi, kanna, i hope there are no tigers on that boat. i hear the sea is very choppy in lesotho, watch out, and i hopeyou remembered to pack your monkey cap. whatever you do, kanna, please dont eat any tiger shit, it smells bad and it will ruin your voice.i ran into our neighbour's son Ganesan in jackson heights the otherday, he has three sons now. wonderful fellows. Murugesan is 9,Irrigesan is 6 and Fumigesan is 4. How this man shines now! he smells very strong and keeps saying gucci gucci and pointing at his shoes allthe time. i do the same now when i meet him for some adhai, i point at my feet and say "goochi goochi". he laughs very much at this...theseFOB indians are damn rascals i tell you. anyway...I miss you very much. I hope the ship has separate quarters for menand women? Remember, a good girl minds her paavadai.Yours,
Jose

episode two

2006-05-29T12:49:00.000-07:00

Dear jose etta
how i am feeling happy you are goingto nyu yark for a voice workshop. it reminds me of the time we decided to start our very own toddyshop and call it 'Kall soho na ho'.ok enough shop alk for now. thewinter here has been bad it actually went down to 32degrees centigrade and all our palm trees dried up in the cold. ammachi says she knows ofthis place called Soho apparently bobby achachan went there for his tour. also he came back and said the people were so pleasant they kept calling him Mofo . all the kids in the street cal him mofo from soho.i am waiting for the day you walk down the street and people call you"another mofo from soho'.Any way tailor anna says my pavaadai will be ready in two days and i should reach there in three months since boby achachan is sending another consignment of idduki stuff to his friend in harlem who he fondly refers to as 'Nick the greek' even though he is black and is from sudan. anyway the ship leaves on saturday and bobby achacha says i will get to see afghanistan libya romania mexico and then the us . i am so excited i can see all those wonderful people.anyway you take care amma says i should carry banana chips andparachute coconut oil for you so i have bought five litres.regards
Tambi aka Mariam kutty

Episode One

2006-05-29T12:38:00.000-07:00

hello lot,
i am going to new york for a voice workshop over the weekend. itshappening in a studio in SoHo. Actually, the only reason i am writingthis message is that i have wanted to say "a studio is SoHo" all mylife.now i have. i would, now, have officially worked on Broadway. ha haha.watch out for my upcoming myoosikill "Jose Kuriakose's TechnicolourBush-shirt", in which a toddy-tapper (Jose) sings his love forMariamma, a rubber-tapper, and compares how much better it is to tap rubber than hack coconut, as she fans him with a palm frond. Anil tambi, pack your pavaadai, I need a Mariamma.
Jose

In the begining....

2006-05-29T12:25:00.000-07:00

This is the story of well.. a girl Mariamma and her lover jose and their continued relationship in times of despair longing and sepoaration. Through the letters they sent to each other a love story that cuts boundries torsos and sensibility is narrated. But go slow gentle reader for this is also a story of loss betrayal and deciet.Also of spelling mistakes but mostly about their travels. So here it is...dear reader... fare-well and conti party too...
The Authors