Have you ever wondered why meteorologists have so much trouble forecasting the weather? They predict sunshine in Bangladesh and the next thing you know, people are swimming to work.
But don't blame the poor meteorologists. They have to consider dozens of factors, including the moisture-content of clouds, the direction of wind, and the number of people performing rain dances.
As if that isn't bad enough, they now have an additional factor to consider: the number of donkeys getting married in Tamil Nadu.
I'm not kidding. I recently read that villagers in Velayuthampalayam organized a wedding of two donkeys to pacify the rain gods. The villagers recalled that a similar donkey wedding 30 years ago produced lots of rain during a drought. This proves at least three things:
(1) Donkeys are more valuable than I thought. Why pray for rain when you can bray for rain?
(2) India has a major shortage of donkey matchmakers. Remember: A donkey wedding a day could keep the drought away.
(3) Donkeys tend to prefer arranged marriages. We've heard of at least two arranged marriages involving donkeys, but not a single love marriage. Perhaps the next generation of donkeys will be different.
It won't be long before you see donkey matrimonial ads: "Owners of a male donkey, well-trained, healthy, pleasant-smelling, seeking responses from owners of suitable brides with good teeth, beautiful tails and fair complexion. Preference will be given to Tamil-speakers."
For the recent wedding, the bride and groom had to be rented from nearby Kottur village, because there were no donkeys in Velayuthampalayam -- at least not single donkeys.
The wedding was performed at a Ganesha temple, complete with mantras, flowers and a feast. More than 200 villagers attended the ceremony, some of whom, no doubt, claimed to be relatives. Anything for a feast.
The donkeys, more accustomed to rough treatment, were garlanded and fed milk and bananas, prompting the groom to whisper to the bride: "If I had known marriage would be this good, I would have done it years ago."
The villagers collected Rs. 2,000 for the marriage, perhaps to send the donkeys on a nice honeymoon. Where do donkeys go? Who knows, maybe Ass-am.
Did the wedding actually produce rain? As the villagers might say, "No drought about it." Perhaps they got only a few inches -- or perhaps they were treated to a virtual monsoon.
Whatever the case, it's certainly worth bragging about. America may have sent a man to the moon, but India knows how to control the weather. If donkey weddings can produce rain, imagine what elephant weddings would produce. I just hope India never runs out of eligible animals.
Critics may frown upon donkey weddings, but let's not forget that we've had worse pairings in history, such as Michael Jackson and Lisa-Marie Presley. Not to mention Elizabeth Taylor and an entire army of men. I'm sure Taylor is quite envious of the divorce rate among donkeys.
Perhaps it's wise to focus on the bottom line: Human marriages often produce pain, whereas donkey marriages produce rain. You can't complain about that. Even if you're a meteorologist struggling to predict the weather: "It's going to be sunny today throughout Tamil Nadu. Wait a minute! You'd better get your umbrellas out. We just got a report of a donkey wedding!"
The Airports Authority of India (AAI) maintains 125 airports, about one for every eight million people. At first glance, that seems reasonable, but I know exactly what to expect if I try to use a smaller airport, such as the one in Jabalpur.
Me: "I'd like to go to Delhi, please."
Airport clerk: "Yes, we would all like to go to Delhi. But we are stuck in Jabalpur. That's life. What to do?"
Me: "No, I'd like to buy a ticket to Delhi."
Clerk: "Sorry, sir, no tickets here. If you need ticket, you must go to bus station."
Me: "No, I want to FLY to Delhi. Can I fly from here? Or has the bus station started offering flights? Perhaps Indian Airlines has installed wings on some of the buses. I hear they're very eager to make airbuses in India."
Clerk: "No, no, no. All flying is to be done here. We are first-class commercial airport. We have everything: a lounge, toilets, coffee shop. And look -- even a runway! But there is only one minor problem: the government did not provide us with planes. You need to bring your own. Any plane is acceptable, even one that's made in Pakistan."
Me: "But you're a commercial airport, so you do have a few flights, don't you?"
Clerk: "Yes, sir, we do have a few flights. But the flights are being conducted mainly by crows. And other birds, too. They love the runway. Look -- it is a beautiful runway, sir. We are proud to say, here in Jabalpur, we have more air traffic than JFK Airport in New York."
Me: "You mean you have no commercial flights? That's crazy. What good is a commercial airport without commercial flights?"
Clerk: "Emergency landings, sir. If a plane is in trouble and needs to land, we are ready to help. And if that plane is going to Delhi, we will let you know immediately. Most certainly. Just leave your telephone number with me."
For the record, Jabalpur does have a few planes, but they belong to the Air Force. The government spent Rs. 8 crore in 2001 to transform Jabalpur's defense airstrip into a commercial airport, only to watch Indian Airlines suspend its flights a year later because -- big surprise here -- Jabalpur isn't a prime destination.
Likewise, 45 of the 125 airports are no-flight zones, but cost AAI almost Rs. 45 crore a year, according to a recent India Today article. Each airport, of course, made some politician very happy, delighted that he could bring the miracle of flight to his people. Did he do a study to determine the demand for air travel? Yes, he interviewed a few people in the Ministry of Waste and Excess.
Only 11 airports are profitable -- and those airports have to absorb losses from 114 others. That explains why the international airports in Mumbai and Delhi, despite annual profits of nearly Rs. 400 crore, haven't been upgraded since Salman Rushdie had hair. So don't be surprised if the escalators don't move, the trolleys don't roll, and the aerobridges don't exist.
Tourist: "My luggage is very heavy. Do you have any carts that work?"
Airport worker: "Carts that work? Where do you think you are? Jabalpur?"
If there's one major downside to living in America, particularly for people of South Asian origin, it's that cricket takes a backseat to almost everything. Ask the average American man if he likes to watch cricket and he'll say, "No way. They're far too noisy. I'd much rather watch grasshoppers."
But ask the average Indian man if he likes to watch cricket and he'll fly into a rage, tearing at his hair and shouting, "Cricket! Don't ask me about cricket! I'm not talking about cricket until we beat those $%&* Aussies!"
Most Americans are more familiar with Jennifer Aniston's bra size than the rules of cricket. Many don't even realize it's a sport, let alone a popular one. They may claim to be experts on bowling, but don't ask them to name a single pacer or spinner.
The sports network ESPN gives American viewers hardly a second of cricket news, preferring to televise more popular sports such as log-rolling and nose-picking. Cricket doesn't even merit as much coverage as the National Spelling Bee, though most of the young contestants, unlike cricket fans, have no idea how to spell "Harbhajan" and "Tendulkar."
The spelling champ is often honored on the front page of USA Today and other top newspapers. For cricket maestro Sachin Tendulkar to receive that much attention, he'd have to go on a batting rampage, clubbing his opponents to death. Even then, it probably wouldn't be the top story in America, especially if Jennifer Aniston gets a new hairdo.
While the 2003 Cricket World Cup captivated a billion people in India -- many of them praying not for their own health but for Ashish Nehra's sprained ankle -- thousands of Indians in America had to shell out $299.95 to DISH network for the privilege of throwing objects at their TVs. "Come on, Ganguly!" they screamed. "You're batting like my grandma!"
India's early-round loss to Australia sparked a frenzy that few Americans could fathom, even with the aid of beer. Fans in Kolkata staged a mock funeral for captain Sourav Ganguly, while those in Mumbai burned posters of Ganguly, Tendulkar and Virender Sehwag, displaying enough venom to frighten an army of cobras.
Judging by the anger, you would have thought the cricketers had done something dreadful, such as wearing the colors of Pakistan. Losing to such a formidable foe would have caused a mere ripple in most countries, but produced a monsoon in India, with cricket fans staying up all night to think of ways to torture the players.
Mumbai fan: "We'll paint Ganguly's head and pull Tendulkar's nails off."
Friend: "No, yaar. Let's paint Tendulkar's nails and pull Ganguly's head off."
Imagine the pressure on the Indian team when they faced Pakistan a few days later.
Ganguly: "OK, team, here's the plan. If we win, we're dancing all night. If we lose, we're defecting to South Africa."
Meanwhile, in America, most people were far more relaxed, their country not embroiled in cricket matches, just the prospect of war. Few had any clue that a World Cup was taking place, which made it easier on some cricket fans.
Computer programmer: "Hello boss. I won't be coming to work today. I'm not feeling well again."
Boss: "That's too bad, Ramesh. Have you seen a doctor?"
Programmer: "Yes, boss. Dr. Gupta is here right now, checking my blood pressure. I hope my health insurance covers this. It's costing me $299.95."
Welcome to another episode of National Geographic World Explorer. Today we take you to the mountainous region of northern Pakistan, not far from the Afghanistan border, where you will get a rare close-up view of an elusive, hairy creature that, scientists believe, is none other than Osama bin Laden. He and his kind were once considered an endangered species, but their population is now growing so rapidly, people in India are starting to get envious. Some have even accused Osama of spying on India and stealing its population control programs.
To find out the truth, our fearless reporter traveled to the North West Frontier Province of Pakistan and tracked down Osama, who has managed to hide his identity and evade capture by wearing a T-shirt that says, "I LOVE BUSH." He had just finished dinner and was in good spirits, agreeing to a short interview.
Reporter: "I'd never have expected you to wear such a T-shirt. Do you really love Bush?"
Osama: "Yes, indeed. Bush is good place to hide. Hahaha! I tell good joke, no?"
Reporter: "Yes, but let's get to serious matters. It has been three years since you and your men committed that terrible act, killing three thousand innocent people in America. Do you have any regrets? Do you feel any sympathy for the survivors or are you totally incapable of that?"
Osama: "Why you ask me these questions? Why you not ask Saddam? He is the one who planned 9/11. That is why Amreeka attacked Iraq, no?"
Reporter: "Come on, Mr. Laden. The whole world knows you did it. Why don't you just admit it?"
Osama: "Saddam is going to die anyway. With God's blessing, he will die for 9/11, too. Hahaha! It is too funny, how he is getting mixed up with me. One of my men heard two Amreekans talking. The first Amreekan said, 'Our country is much safer since we captured Saddam bin Laden.' And the second Amreekan said, 'You idiot! It's not Saddam bin Laden. It's Osama bin Hussein!' Hahaha! I tell you, I was so happy when the Amreekans captured Saddam, especially when I saw his beard."
Reporter: "But Saddam had connections to al-Qaeda, right?"
Osama: "Well, you will never see a picture of Saddam shaking hands with me or my men, but I can show you a picture of Saddam shaking hands with Donald Rumsfeld. They have even shared a hot tub, no? Hahaha!"
Reporter: "Over the last year, the number of people in al-Qaeda has grown tremendously, according to the Terrorist Census Bureau. Have you increased your recruitment efforts?"
Osama: "No, we are actually closing our recruitment centers, including the ones in Saudi Arabia. Because of Iraq war, we are getting so many applications to join al-Qaeda, we are having trouble completing all the background checks. Hahaha!"
Reporter: "So you are not stealing population secrets from India?"
Osama: "No, not at all. But we are thinking of outsourcing some of the background checks to India. Hahaha!"
Reporter: "Final question, Mr. Laden. I've heard that you are celibate these days to show your men that even their leader is willing to make sacrifices for the cause. Is that true?"
Osama: "Celibate? Yes, indeed. Whenever I see beautiful woman, I say to my men, 'Bring her to my room, so I can celibate!' I always have big celibation. Hahaha! It is good joke, no?"