In 2022 Canada began a very informal process of denying visas to students from specifically Punjab, India. Quite simply, the former felt that too many Punjabis had come as students. There were complaints about mustard seed oil smell, people using the phrase, “Isn’t it?” too regularly as well as claims of too much late-night dancing, which does not bode well in towns like Vancouver that proudly advertise themselves as no-fun cities.
On a more national stage, India and Canada had been having issues politically as well. Prime Minister Justin Trudeau had not taken a strong enough stance with hunting down Khalistani separatists, India claimed. Especially with the Indian govt. being led largely by Hindu nationalists, this lack of impetus did not sit well at all. PM Trudeau was even snubbed when he arrived to the G20 in India. The latest round in this chamber of tension entered when Canada alleged that the Modi govt. assassinated a Canadian citizen, on its own soil, no less.
No one could have predicted that the final swing at the pineapple would come from something that took place in Kerala, South India.
Keep in mind Kerala is not too different than Punjab. It ranks just after Punjab in terms of levels of alcoholism. Kerala is also dotted with Punjabi dhabas, and has a film industry that has created odes to the latter culture via vehicles such as Punjabi House and Mallu Singh.
Kayo had been living in his native Kerala for a few years. He had long ago seen where things were going in Canada when people began talking about housing prices during parties, and got out. In order to be able to live outside the country, he had to fake mental illness, which he did so by loudly shouting “I don’t give a fuck about owning a house in Canada” at the Canada Day parade in Vancouver.
Deemed mentally unstable, he was allowed to leave the country for long-term residence elsewhere. The pickle in his brilliant puttu and banana plan was the fact that he unfortunately lived right next door to a police constable whose cousin worked for the immigration department of Canada. Kayo faced a double issue in having to show both the policeman and his cousin by proxy that he was in fact mentally insane.
Kayo went about this by being a generally nasty piece of work – throwing stones at the policeman, dancing in his front yard with a vettothi(machete), and barking at his dogs when they barked at him. The ruse worked. Policeman Balan told his cousin Sasi that his neighbour was off his rocker.
Things took an ugly turn one December day. It was cloudy and very much geared towards Christmas. Plum cakes were everywhere, being thrust at people like stock options at start up tech companies.
Kayo was sitting on his front porch with all 5 dogs, talking to DM about different kinds of penises. The issue was that he was talking all too normally about this subject, or as normally as one could about the topic. Had Balan understood English, he would have have taken the conversation about cocks as further indication of Kayo’s brain damage. However, not knowing what the words meant, he only listened to the cadence, which seemed to him unusual for a man who was supposed to be mental.
His gaze did not go unnoticed – Kayo saw that he was being observed from the corner of his eye. He quickly said goodbye to DM and took stock. Balan’s expression showed that he was questioning Kayo’s lack of sanity.
Kayo had to act quickly and decisively. He grabbed the vettothi that was lodged in the gooseberry tree and danced over to Balan’s mittum (yard), putting his lungi as madakikettu so as not to trip on it. Singing a track from Sagar Alias Jackie, he hesitated just one moment before he began cutting the various banana trees – vazhas – in the yard.
It is important to pause here and note the importance of a vazha to the average Malayali. People take great pride in these, and even name them like their children. A woman even married a vazha once, for some reason. They provide shade, fruit and even plates with their leaves.
Balan came running out of his house and confront Kayo.
“Aha! Nee vetti vetti, policukarenttem vazha vettan vallanoda?” Balan yelled. You’ve cut and cut to the point that you’re cutting a policeman’s tree?
Kayo simply danced by and cut another vazha that promptly fell on Balan.
As he hopped and skipped, Kayo did not notice that his lungi had come out of the maddakikettu, creating a new peril. He stepped on one corner, tripped and fell forward, his lungi ironically falling back into madakikettu position.
However, this time it was a high madakikettu – the type favoured by those who wore boxer shorts and either worked working class jobs like lorry unloading, or beat people up for money.
Kayo did neither and hence was not wearing boxer. In fact, he was not wearing anything. Hence, as he fell, the cups of his ass cheeks were exposed, as well as his taint, balls and also penis that had fallen down rather than up with the motion.
Things would have ended there, with two men slightly injured but Kayo’s objective achieved. However, there happened to be wandering through the neighbourhood a man named Umaidkutty.
Umaidkutty was in the area picking up flyers that he had asked to be copied en masse warning Muslims not to celebrate Christmas in any way, shape or form.
Without going too far into the politics of Kerala, Umaidkutty was a political agitator. Working for one of the smaller parties that centred around their version of Islam, he was the sort of chap who refused to eat plum cakes even though modern commercial versions contained no rum whatsoever. He was also blissfully unaware that his party leaders answered to a bigger, similar party who happily used their votes for the highest bidder, which sometimes included the Hindu fascists.
As he was stuffing the posters into the back of his Renault Kwid, he spied from 15 metres away what looked to be an uncircumcised penis. Enraged, he jumped the wall to either property and ran up on the scene. Taking out his phone, he clicked almost before he thought, knowing that the photo would turn into some kind of political dynamite.
If only he knew.
Umaidkutty managed to get the photo published in an online rag with a heading “Christian pervert and Hindu policeman.”
The political provocateur only had foreskin on his mind when he snapped and then coerced the publishing of the photo. He did not expect the nationalist propaganda machine to kick into full gear.
Just a few days later, Sangh Pariwar WhatsApp groups were chiming with the photo, this time entitled “Canadian exposes himself to brave Hindu opphisar.”
Entire videos began being published about Canada’s shame, citing even how PM Trudeau had once jogged in short shorts that teased his dick or balls popping out.
Canada quietly responded by cutting student visas from Kerala particularly, though from India in general. No one was more distraught by this than Balan, who had been planning to go to do a post-graduate diploma and then migrate.