So this is the scene: You and your new wife (As in, you've just been married. Not that you availed of some Shaadi.com exchange offer) and you've decided to splurge that 20k you've saved up, on a nice little retreat in Kodaikanal. Why not, you say, it's a nice wonderful place, and it also happens to be in the author's homestate.
While you're getting up close and comfy, of course, you don't want anything to spoil that first moment. So the last thing you'd want to find in your room at that time is your third occupant walking in and saying, "I think I'll just sit down and read on the chair. Hope you don't mind" or "Hey, move over. Barcelona is playing Sheffield Wednesday today. How can you people sleep when such fun is happening on TV?" or "Mind if I smoke? Can't let the complimentary cigars go to waste, can we?"
"Wait, wait, rewind", you, the discerning audience say. "What be this nonsense?", you no doubt ask. "Aliya! Free cigars! Kollam!", the more Mallu of you might point out. But yes, the true chagrin and incomprehensibility comes from the discovery that there's a third member in this allegedly (see how I italized it to look like TOI?) intimate scene! A kabab-mein-haddi if you will.
Tell me then, dear reader, what you make of this.
Your guess is as good as mine.
PS: Thank you to my friend Mohnish for forwarding this to me. And that Yahoo! Group that's been watermarked on the image for finding it in the first place.