fruity goodness

As my bus was making its way through Little India yesterday, I looked out of the window and spotted this garish neon vermillion red sign that read "Papaya Garden Mid-Night Lounge". It triggered a mental attack of many disturbing visual images on unsuspecting me. I was wondering if the owner had too much time on his hands and started going through the mightyminds chart of fruits (the ubiquitous one you see in kindergartens and the occasional fruit stall in the market) to come out with a nice name for his lounge. And I was thinking, why fruits? Why corrupt something that is totally innocent? More importantly, why make people think about his lounge when they eat papayas?

Then again, come to think about it, fruits are not totally innocent. In fact, fruit is the root of all evil. Adam and Eve brought sin into Eden (and the world) because of one fruit. Well you may say that the fruit is innocent. Adam and Eve were just weak. But still, the fruit is to blame for being tempting and luscious and inducing lustful thoughts.

Then again, why "Papaya Garden"? Why not "Banana Plantation" or "Pomegranate Orchard" like in Song of Solomon?

Rachel is sitting beside me and she thinks I think too much. Do I, really?

Then the bus passed Singapore Casket, and I noticed that the backlight of the dove sign was flickering incessantly and was about to give up the ghost.