Wandering Weekly:Of Cherries and Related Matters

Here we are writing about Cherries for this week's Wandering Weekly. We shall quickly post my poem before getting onto other fascinating things. You know the rules - google the word of the week and write a poem using the first tne words under the link that hsow up in your search as the first word to each of the lines in your poem. And since I seem to be liking couplets, here goes:

‘Cherry on top’ is a common plea
We’ll make it happen if you pay good money
History calls us the oldest profession
Many a loss though we make per session
The fat repulsive politician who will thrust more than dance
An amorous gay boy taking a straight stance
Cherry they ask when dentata they fear
Nightclub merely a ground for this game held so dear
Forum is our souls screaming for a break
www.davidcherryart.com is as false as the promise you don’t make.

Fruits have interesting connotations to them. Earlier this week Jaggu and Tarana were talking on Go 92.FM about how while it is quite normal to see men buying bananas and oranges and eating them on the street, one doesn't ever see women doing so in public. Well, the banana has evident sexual blowjob/Lorena Bobbit connotations, and oranges, I suppose are too messy. Even in the West, very few girls in college bit bananas off the way I did; they would break it with their hands and pop the bits into their mouths. That grosses me out, what if the banana is ripe? Yukk. But I actually have a story about cherries.

One evening mom came to pick me up from work to go for an evening movie. I had askd her to bring me fruit as it was teatime and I was starving, and plus I was on a diet. Mom got me lovely big juicy maroon cherries. Now there's a way I eat cherries. I hold them by the stem, or by the shoulders if there isn't one, pop them into my mouth and bite the bottom half off. THEN only do I bite off the top half and spit out the seed. Kinda like this...

This, according to me, is the normal way to eat cherries. I was contentedly eating my cherries, feeling the satiny texture of its skin against my teeth and lips before biting, when I randomly turned and noticed this yucky guy in a cab, staring at me eating my cherry, mouth agape!!! Evidently it must have seen sexual to him, it can't simply have been my devastating good looks because they're not ravishing enough to have people rendered speechless (usually rather stupid words are being emanated from their oral orifice). I dont know, but embarassed, I stopped eating and hastily shut my box. And of course, looked away.

So Ive always wondered why cherries are considered sexual... why they grace dance mix covers, why losing one's virginity is called 'popping the cherry', etc etc? And last year I came across the answer... vaguely anyway.

Here is a cherry. Next time you buy cherries, particularly the Black Beauty kind from California, or the average very ripe ones, look at them closely. The "Eureka!" cherry I encountered was a fecund shade of crimson and maroon, with a slight furrow down the middle like a butt, and a tiny slit, much like the vagina lips and the labia. It was then that I noticed how much like the female genitalia it was look, and it's pretty damn exciting to discover. I Think i squeezed into it or bit it, and a thick crimson juice spilled out. Not anywhere near a paste, but rich and runny and fast coloured like blood. Just a stunning realisation.

Speaking of the sexual connotations of cherries, the UK google lists Cherrygirls, an escort agency as one of the words in the Wandering Weekly search, and not to be rude, but doesnt this escort girl look exactly like Sheetal Mafatlal (from newspaper pics anyway)? (Except that Carla's stomach is way smaller).

So Sheetal looks Spanish huh? Exotic.

And Gurudas Kamat - Congress MP, Bombay N.E. looks like a Koala Bear. Really!

BTW, that's a compliment. He looks sweet.