Mango Maniac

Luscious, juicy, sweet mangoes. King of fruits. Delicacies of Gods. My Achilles’ heel.As I slurp on an Alphonso, the king of kings, I wonder if Eve had offered Adam a mango instead of an apple, would the concept of ‘sin’ be different.

As I suck up a perfectly ripened Kesar, I wonder if a falling mango would have given Issac Newton a higher understanding of life, instead of the concept of gravity.

I slice a big Malgoba for a round of daiquiris, I wonder if people compared apples and oranges with mangoes, would it cause less confusion.

I skin a bunch of Rajapuri mangoes to make mango shake, and wonder if a mango a day, could keep the undertaker away.

I gather ripe Jemadari mangoes from under the tree, and wonder if there is an Indian entrepreneur willing to take on Steve Jobs’ Apple and swamp the world with the best in personal electronics aka Mango.

I gobble up a delicious serving of mango soufflé, and go to bed wondering if anyone has done a study on the effects of this luscious fruit on one's sex life. It certainly has done wonders to mine.