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> > HOTEL KERALA-FONIA
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> > On the road to Trivandrum
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> > Coconut oil in my hair
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> > Warm smell of avial
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> > Rising up through the air
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> > Up ahead in the distance
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> > I saw a bright pink tube-light
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> > My tummy rumbled, I felt weak and thin
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> > I had to stop for a bite
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> > There he stood in the doorway
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> > Flicked his mundu in style
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> > And I was thinking to myself
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> > I don’t like the look of his sinister smile
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> > Then he lit up a petromax
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> > Muttering “No power today”
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> > More Mallus down the corridor
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> > I thought I heard them say
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> > Welcome to the Hotel Kerala-fonia
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> > Such a lousy place,
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> > Such a lousy place (background)
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> > Such a sad disgrace,
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> > Plenty of bugs at the Hotel Kerala-fonia
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> > Any time of year
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> > Any time of year (background)
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> > It’s infested here
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> > It’s infested here
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> > His finger’s stuck up his nostril
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> > He’s got a big, thick mustache
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> > He makes an ugly, ugly noise
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> > But that’s just his laugh
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> > Buxom girls clad in pavada
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> > Eating banana chips
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> > Some roll their eyes, and
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> > Some roll their hips
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> > I said to the manager
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> > My room’s full of mice
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> > He said,
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> > Don’t worry, saar,I sending you
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> > meen karri, brandy and ice
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> > And still those voices were crying from far away
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> > Wake you up in the middle of the night
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> > Just to hear them pray
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> > Save us from the Hotel Kerala-fonia
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> > Such a lousy place,
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> > Such a lousy place (background)
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> > Such a sad disgrace
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> > Trying to live at the Hotel Kerala-fonia
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> > It is no surprise
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> > It is no surprise (background)
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> > That it swarms with flies
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> > The blind man was pouring
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> > Stale sambar on rice
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> > And he said
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> > We are all just actors here
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> > In Silk Smitha-disguise
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> > And in the dining chamber
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> > We gathered for the feast
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> > We stab it with our steely knives
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> > But we just can’t cut that beef
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> > Last thing I remember
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> > I was writhing on the floor
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> > That cockroach in my appam-stew was the culprit,
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> > I am sure
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> > Relax, said the watchman
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> > This enema will make you well
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> > And his friends laughed as they held me down
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> > God’s Own Country? Oh, Hell!

On entry, we were attacked by a perfume dispensing machine (Believe it or not, my salwar smelt of the stuff 4 washes later)
There was a mock papier-mache mountain , complete with a live waterfall!!.The food arrangement was spread over 4 floors (one for chaat,one for desserts and other two gourmet veg.)The chaat floor had live folk dance.All this left me wide-eyed, but still ill-prepared for the finale.

I was walking around, working up an appetite for the four-floor spread. I saw a very beautiful statue of a girl in Rajasthani costume.Wanting to take a good look, I moved closer. Then I realised, horror of horrors, that the eyes were looking back at me, with a sadness that still sends shivers down my spine.

Yes, that was no statue, it was a living,breathing human being, pretending to be a statue . I guess this was supposed to be the ultimate in decoration - making a woman stand as a show-piece.
Then I realised that there were lots of statues around - a few men too.

Not even the thought of four floors of food spread could revive my appetite- i left after wishing my friend.

To everybody - my intention was not to spoil the lightness of Sidin’s narration. But those eyes still haunt me

Hima