This is what Andy the author of the other blog I run and my good old friend wrote:
So I spoke to my friend Karthik busy heading up Pepsi Cola in deepest Africa
Me: Karthik! How’s it going man?
Karthik: Great great Andy, very good indeed, I am perfectly acclimatized to Zambian life.
Me: That’s’ excellent and so quick?
Karthik: Yes yes, so much so in fact that the locals call me ‘Bush Man’
Me: Blimey, bushman eh? You Karthik? Really?
Karthik: Oh Andy you see me as the couch potato from India steeped in the convenience of the western world, but here in Africa I have had to adapt and become at one with the Wild. No more cricket from the comfort of my couch, I am out every morning hunting my own breakfast before dawn.
Me: Crikey Karthik, I really couldn’t imagine you bringing down a slice of toast let alone a wild animal.
Karthik: oh Andy, you may mock but all I need are my hunting knife and loincloth.
Me: Loincloth?
Karthik: Most definitely. The locals are much accustomed to the nudity of native tribesmen but took umbrage at my Indian arse.
Me: Wow….ummmm
Karthik: The jungle is now my home, after the mean streets of Birmingham and India I find here comfortable and safe. I need not Guinness nor color tv’s, petrol stations or housemates, I have all that I need. I am as successful with Zambian women as I was with English…
Me: That bad eh? Oh well, you can’t have everything old man!
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