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“Panvel,” I suggested as always. This was my idea for a family vacation.

“Panvel has the most beautiful sights in the world, such as open watermelons covered with red felt paper, clearly being one of the seven wonders of the world”.

The force with which my wife stomped on my foot, it was a clear indicator that she wasn’t yet willing to elevate Panvels watermelons to the same status as the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. “Ok, I plodded on. What about Nerul, we can open our kid’s eyes to an all new culture unavailable to those reared on the Southern precincts of Southern Mumbai.such as Nerul’s D Y Patil Stadium, or the lavish D Y Patil School, the extravagant D Y Patil college. The D Y Patil nursery housed right next to the luminous D YPatil library, which is adjacent to the D YPatil Coffee house that lies on themeritorious D YPatil road.”

As I felt the force of her other foot caress arguably a man’s most vital organ…the stomach. I decided to accept old Chinese proverb that when roughly translated and I mean extremely roughly, sounds something like this “after marriage man must remember that ball is always in wife’s court”.

Now considering that this proverb was translated 37 years before the invention of Lawn Tennis that’s saying something.

My wife wrote something down on a piece of paper and gave it to me. Having never heard of Kohsamuy, I immediately assumed it was a derogatory term aimed at me and my parents.

Assuming the only position available at the time the holier than thou position, I ranted and raved at her insensivity and profanity in targetting my wonderful parents and their very special son!

Now having paid the bill for a summer vacation to and from Kohsamuy, how I wish it really was a derogatory word, after all that money spent, it really should qualify.