Raman was visiting US for the first time to see his son. Guru had gone for studies and got a job there. Raman had not seen his son for 3 years.
Raman looked around as he came out of the airport,but cudn’t see Guru in the waiting crowd. Suddenly one roly-poly youngster came and hugged him: Welcome to US,Dad!
Raman pulled back and said : You are not my son. The poor boy used to look like Cassius with a lean and hungry look. You look like Bill Clinton with multiple chins. Where is Guru?
Guru : Ayyo appa,I am Guru. Its all the magic of this land of MILK and honey..Not like famine stricken Madras with watery alvine.
Father and son went home. Guru made filter coffee. Raman found it thick and sticky.Guru assured him its all in the WHOLE MILK with Cream top…You have to roll the fat around ur tongue. Yummy,Appa!
So,Raman too learned to enjoy rolling the fat around the tongue.
Two months passed and Raman returned to India. His wife Gomathy was waiting to receive him in Meenambakkam airport. Raman rushed out of Customs clearance and tried to hug his wife,absence having made his heart grow fonder…Hullo,Gomathy,I am back!
Gomathy pulled back and said : You are not my husband. The poor man used to look like Cassius with a lean and hungry look. You look like Bill Clinton with multiple chins. Where,oh where,is my husband?