I start to whisper to the people around me. Apparently, each monk has his own secret recipe for the magic tattoo ink. Yet some ingredients are believed to be Chinese charcoal, snake venom, palm oil, and even human remains! I’m not much of a philanthropist, so human remains didn’t bother me. But snake venom? Why kill/torture a poor animal for a tattoo? I’m saddened. But I’m still here, waiting my turn.
Finally, it’s my turn. The monk chose a design. His assistant started explaining that there are certain rules that need to be followed once you get a Sak Yant.
- I can’t be in a romantic relationship with a married woman.
- I must absolutely never defame anybody’s mother.
I respect women. So, again, no issues.
- I can’t brush by the blouse or skirt of a woman, especially during her periods.
Well, I wouldn’t do it knowingly. I’m beginning to respect this culture even more.
- I can’t eat left-overs.
No more left-over pizzas for breakfast? Hmmm… ok, I’ll make it through.
- I can’t let a woman lie or sit on top of me.
Oh shit…! There goes half of my sex life… I’m willing to do that for a magical tattoo. “Stay strong… stay strong” I keep telling myself.
- I can’t eat food from a wedding, or funeral banquet.
“What??” I almost screamed! I’m a Punjabi! We swear by our food. We live to eat! Food is the main reason why we attend marriages. And you’re telling me I can’t have any of it, anymore?
“Tattoos are love, but food is life”.
I’d had enough of this. I couldn’t take it anymore and that’s when I decided to walk out of the temple. I can’t wait for the Gol Gappa Challenge with my cousins at the next family wedding!