KALI MEETS REMUS
Remus Jallow is being groomed to be a guru by Om Pekesh, an entrepreneur he met on the train from Chennai.
ABRIDGE EXTRACTS Chapters 55/56 DHARMA SUTRA…
Remus and Om Pekesh arrived at Puri railway station at 7.10 am, to be bombarded by auto-rickshaw drivers offering to take them to the best hotel in town.
‘The sadhu and I shall go to the Shanti Hotel on Chakratirtha Road,’ Om told the first driver, ‘so no tourist price!’
‘You will like this place, Remus; my friend Kali will give us a very good room at sadhu price.’
‘Kali, she goddess of death,’ the African replied.
‘You are learning some things, Remus, though I must address you as Rama in future, ‘the Kingmaker looked somewhat impressed.
‘Kali more clearly represents the changing aspect of nature, which brings things to life, death of course being a big change,’ Om continued, ‘In your case you are at the beginning of a new life, a rebirth.’
‘I not sure I want reborn if I to die first,’ Remus was remembering portraits of a many armed black-skinned woman carrying a sword and a severed head with a necklace of small shrunken heads and a very long tongue.
‘Goddess Kali very ugly woman,’ Remus added.
‘Well, I can assure you, Rama this Kali is very beautiful but she does have a very long tongue.”
*****
The new sadhu’s spirits picked up when he was introduced to Mrs Kali Khadanga. Remus was falling in love again, Kali did indeed have very black skin but with lush thick Indian hair and her forty-something body displayed in its full glory by a tight-fitting dark-blue Lycra cat suit. Studying every inch of her in detail, he wondered why she would be dressed so sexily at 7.40am. His curiosity was answered when she handed them the room key and left on her daily ten-kilometre bicycle ride. The African was amused to see that the woman was playing to her namesake goddess by wearing a fifty-four-piece mala, each one a tiny male head, all her past lovers? Could he be number fifty-five? It had been a long time since our new sadhu had touched, smelled or tasted a really black woman; he admired her backside as she straddled the saddle. He would inspect the bicycle’s seat when she got back, still warm from her ride and carrying the scent of her womanhood.
*****
The bicycle was resting against the huge chakra wheel that decorated the Shanti Hotel entrance. Remus, dressed only in an orange lungi and mala beads, looked around, the street was very busy so he decided that sniffing the seat might not be appropriate. Settling for a quick fondle of the saddle, he was surprised by a voice behind him,
‘Come to my office, African, and I might give you something warmer to touch.’
Kali was still dressed in the tight-fitting deep-blue catsuit; Remus looked embarrassed, fortunately his black skin hid the blush. The office seemed to also be her boudoir, decorated in what he took to be an African style, complete with a bed sheet with a pattern of leopard spots on alternating purple and hot pink bands. In-between the spots were flowers, which Remus took to be roses with no thorns, instead from each branch grew the letters L-O-V-E in ascending order. Remus couldn’t read in any language but recognised one of his favourite English words.
‘You many African things,’ the Gambian was feeling at home.
‘No, they are from the hill tribes here, mostly Bonda, but there are sixty-one other tribal people,’ Kali replied.
‘Bonda black people?’ Remus wanted to see more of her skin.
‘Not black, you know ochre, like Kalahari Bushmen,’ she replied.
‘Not been Kalahari, you very black all over,’ he wanted to unzip the Lycra suit, slip it off and study her closely.
‘I am a Jarawa from the Andaman Islands, the blackest people in India some say.’
‘You black as me, I like to put my skin next you skin,’ it was one of his winning seduction lines in The Gambia.
‘Perhaps African, but first I make you tea, special tea,’ she teased.
‘Bhang tea? I like, I try,’ Remus was never one to turn down a high.
She returned ten minutes later, ‘Better than bhang, this is soma, few know the true recipe but the best is made here in Odisha.’
‘It smell like shit,’ he grimaced. Kali handed him the dark cloudy hot mix; Remus looked dubiously at it as it didn’t smell too nice.
‘Very close,’ Mrs Khadanga laughed, ‘the psilocybin cubensis mushroom, the main ingredient, grows in elephant dung.’
Remus wanted to throw it away, but she offered to share the cup with him, bringing them in close eye contact. They both drank and she led him to the bathroom.
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