The other day, I was invited to a house which had a jacuzzi. It is the latest ‘in' thing to have.
A friend invited me: "Drop in the evening," he said. Another friend, who was with him, said: "You must come, we are all going, you can see the jacuzzi. You try it and aaram hee aaram."
From the outside, the house, with a swimming pool and cane chairs on the lawns, looked like the type which would have a jacuzzi. I sat in the drawing-room and wondered when the jacuzzi would be brought to me.
First, the host and all his guests talked about business and things pertaining to it, like Mr. V. P. Singh's latest policy statement. I wondered if I could ask one of the children of the house, who were not participating in the conversation, if they would show me the jacuzzi but I thought better not, children may not be allowed to play with it.
Much later, after it had been decided that the finance minister's new proposals may help business, in stead of harming it, if applied properly, I asked the friend of the host: "What about the jacuzzi!"
"What, you haven't seen it yet!" said the friend. Then he told the host: "Arre, he is waiting to see your Jacuzzi. Show it to him, then let him have majah hee majah".
The jacuzzi was round the corner from the drawing-room, in a small room whose door was kept closed but not locked. I do not know what I expected when I went in but it turned out to be a bathroom.
Actually, it was very nice, quite large and sunk in the floor, though not like a bath-tub. It was more circular, and, half way down, there was a large slab of marble all round for people to sit on.
The host demonstrated his jacuzzi. He turned on a switch for a motor to start, then as he turned a tap, he told all of us: "You, people go back a little, because the water comes at such force, it will splash you." The water, unfortunately, came out in little dribbles, though from several spouts. The host explained: "At this time, the pressure is always low."
I still did not know that exactly the jacuzzi was supposed to do, apart from washing the lobby, which even a shower can do. So I asked the friend of the host. "Like in our Oberoi health club," he said. "There they have somebody to do it for you, here you do it yourself whenever you are feeling tired or rundown, you sit in it with a glass of whisky, gammat hee gammat."
Several guests asked me to try it out, but I refused. I mean, I could not see any majah and gammat, sitting there in my underwear, sipping my host's whisky, getting wet, and all the people watching me.