A Most Memorable Massage
What I got was a teste (yeah, that's right, bad pun) session where the slightly effeminate guy (nothing wrong with that!) kneaded my chakras and more with this thumbs of steel.
I saw the new Bond flick, Casino Royale, in Mumbai today. Couldn't find a Bollywood movie, can you believe it?
Well there was one scene that made all the guys in the house cringe.. and *spoiler* it was where Bond was getting his balls literally busted.
I feel ya, James.
I too, just got my balls busted.
Went for an ayurvedic massage in Jaisalmer, the desert city, the other day. Ya know, I just rode on a camel, hiked up a fort, and slept on the train next to a very heavy man with the loudest snorespeakers in the world -- and I wanted some relaxation. Thought I was gonna get my chakras re-aligned, my blood flowing and my muscles kneaded.
What I got was a teste (yeah, that's right, bad pun) session where the slightly effeminate guy (nothing wrong with that!) kneaded my chakras and more with this thumbs of steel. At first, I woke up with a slight start – I mean, everything was going well – he found my trouble spots on shoulders, then upper back, then lower back. But then.. was that for real or did I just imagine it (and what does it say about me if I did imagine such things??)?
Nope, it was for real cause there his hands was again, sliding past my brusing inner thighs (yes, too much information there, kids) and definitely brushing -- yep, once, twice, the family jewels.
Was this normal? I sat up with a jolt.. but that's when he turned me over and proceeded to give the most relaxing massage ever. And for only $7, did I explore what had just happened? If I did, would he get annoyed and escalate the situation somehow? Was this the right way to clean all my chakras? What did I do?
After the massage, I limped off – needless to say, the parts that I never really let another woman, let alone a man, touch were scrubbed and pressed and pulled and definitely worked out. I smiled weakly when the dude sweetly asked, "Feel better?" and proceeded to explain he fixed my stomach problems (true) and lower back pain (also true) by rearranging various energy flows.
Would I ever do it again? What with all the bruises, the pseduo-homoerotic (and very fleeting images, mind you) associations -- all at that price and the feeling I get in my back afterwards? Hell yeah!
Just as soon as I can walk without waddling, of course.
Funny that you watched a Bond movie over there. I guess in the year that you've been gone, you have to still do "American" things as usual.
Posted by: C.H.Ha | November 21, 2006 at 10:25 AM
It really does keep my sanity. For all my love of rice fields and the shock/awe of developing urban centers, I'm still a cos-met (Cosmopolitan-metropolis) dude at heart who is missing a little some good coffee, park areas, and bookstores!
BTW I did really like this Bond movie – although some of the lines by the girl was awful.
Posted by: j.fisher | November 21, 2006 at 09:30 PM
that is hilarious!
Posted by: sanguine smile | December 08, 2006 at 06:35 AM