December 23, 2010 § 2 Comments
A handful of trips to the Melagiris and I have become obsessed with the idea of getting a Jeep. The world, in association with Mahindra & Mahindra has been conspiring towards it in a Paulo Coelho way by launching this tough guy.
But at 5.5L, it is ‘slightly’ out of my budget and so, the next option is to get an old MM550 ex-service man. And what better source than my dad, who grew up in the high ranges of Idukki? So, off late, on my calls back home, all we discuss, is Jeep. I tell him to call up his old friends back home and enquire if someone has a Jeep to sell and he forgets it everyday. But he’s been generally enthued towards the whole idea and, today, he calls me up and this is what happened:
Dad: Da, do remember your second-cousin Saji back home, Francis Chetan’s son?
Son: Ya. The guy who failed in 10th and has been looking after their family estate, right?
Son: Wow! He has a Jeep to sell?
Dad: Err.. Don’t really know. But when he was young, all he had to discuss with us elders was Oxen! Like how powerful Josekutty’s Ox is and for how much Thomachen sold his Ox to Mariyakochu… … …
True Story 😐