The Ayurvedic Massage

The power of constant advertisement is immense. First it makes you curious about the product, next interested in the product and then makes you a user or at least makes you give a try.

The Ayurvedic massage advertisement’s I have been seeing in fliers, newspaper and magazines for a few years. They first made me a bit curious then the growing curiosity made me a bit interested and as the interest grew I wanted to give it a try. The interest perhaps lay dormant in my mind as I said to myself “might give a try when in south India”

In Pondicherry for a vacation, we (me and my wife) spotted one Ayurvedic Massage parlor we walked in to find that their male masseur was on leave for a couple of days and only my wife can have a massage done. My wife wanted both of us get the massage done at the same time.

We walked into another Ayurvedic Massage parlor on the next street.

They looked like more professional with the staff’s wearing a grey color dress. The front office staff informed us that on that they are fully booked. However he found a slot for us next evening. We needed to confirm our booking with 25% advance payment, which we did.

The next day we reached in time for the 50 minute body massage. We were asked to wait for 5 minutes to allow them to prepare the oil. The massages on ladies are done by females and the men by males.  Shortly my wife was escorted to the ladies massage room by a lady and I was taken to the male massage room by a man.

I entered a small room that was dimly lit up.  The music system was playing softly something in Sanskrit. A wooden bed in the center of the room with its edges slightly curved up like a bowl, a padded stool and an electric cook-top on which was sitting a bowl full of oil. I was asked to take off my clothes, even my underwear. I was made to wear a small piece of white cloth just to cover my groin area.

Sitting on the stool I was given a head massage with some Ayurvedic oil. It was so relaxing that the 6-7 minutes of massage made me sleepy. Next I was asked to lie on the wooden bed and within minutes I felt as if I was swimming in a pool of oil. The short, dark, stout man was massaging the oil all over my body.

My arms, body, back and legs all were covered in a thick film of oil. Now I realized why the wooden bed had edges curved up like a bowl, to protect me from falling down if I skid on the very oily bed. Let me assure you that fear of skidding and falling down from the thickly oiled bed were not impossible.

Like every beginning has an ending, the massage ended after nearly 45 minutes. The Tamil masseur knew very little English but still he managed to ask “did you like the massage?” I nodded my head to say “yes”.

The last part was bathing with soap and shampoo to get rid of the extra oil from my body before putting my clothes on.

To my surprise my body felt rejuvenated and light after the bath and this feeling lasted the entire evening.

Oh god! this Ayurvedic Massage is wonderful only did not like the getting almost naked part.

About Sanjoy Dutt

Sanjoy Dutt, an engineer, and a linguist is passionate about traveling and writing. He has lived and worked in various places in India and Nepal and now lives in America. While exposed to the struggles of life in early childhood he is a strong believer that challenges in life makes you stronger. He and his wife Lindsay enjoy exploring areas of the US and occasionally struggle with the pots and pans in the kitchen. Sometimes the experiments are delightful.​ Sanjoy has written travelogues and short stories for various journals in Bengali and English. As a child, Sanjoy loved drawing pictures. He has done all the illustrations for his book 'Calcutta in Shorts'.
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