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If you've been hanging around the Poetry Corner, you know what pazham means. If not, go back and see!
One time (in India of course), a man who liked to eat a lot visited another house for dinner. After a big dinner, he said that "all I need now is some rice, curds (Indian English for yogurt), and fruit."
His host said, "OK, rice and curds. But then what kind of fruit? How about some grapes?"
The guest was stunned at hearing this. "Grapa!?" he exclaimed. "Grapa fruita!? Banana!" (Those small grapes--fruit?! I was talking about bananas!)
The King of Paayasams
Nambi is at a palace, eating a big feast again. Since he just loves eating, he ate so much that everyone in the court was astonished at how much he could eat! So the king pampered him with more and more rice and sweets.
Eventually, the king asked how the food was.
Nambi: It was so excellent, Your Highness! In fact, I can't eat a spoonful more! (Knowing him, Nambi probably burst forth into poetry.)
Maharaj: But you must have some paalapaayasam, the king of paayasams! (Paayasam seems to be a dish made of sweetened noodles. Paalapaayasam is milk paayasam--sweetened noodles in milk!)
Nambi: How can I refuse anything you offer, Maharaj!
So, according to the story, Nambi gulped down more than two liters of paalapaayasam. Everybody was even more astonished.
Maharaj: An admirable feat, Nambi! But how can you have had so much paalapaayasam when you said that you couldn't eat a spoonful more?
Nambi: You see, Your Highness, everybody makes way for You when they see You coming down the road. Well, in the same way, when paalapaayasam, the king of paayasams, arrived, all the other food in my body made way for it!
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