Burial Therapy

My friend AKBM used to buy a lot of cosmetics to look good. While spending money on these items freely, he was very miserly in sharing anything with the rest of us, even though we lived together. Even when we pooled our money for any fun, he always felt deprived unless he made maximum use of whatever it was 'Muthalaakkuka'. 

It irritated us to no end that when all of us willingly shared, he would try to maximise his share. Even though we were pissed off, we couldn't do anything about it. One evening on the Samudra beach, all of us were loafing around, when the talk turned to cosmetics. One of us, I think it was Sujay told him wet sea sand is a natural cosmetic turning dull skin glowing. We also supported this line of thought and quoted the established benefits of Naturopathy. He bit the bait and asked us how it works. So, all of us dug a small pit about 2 feet deep and slightly longer than him. We got him to lie in it and covered him from toe to neck in the sand. Wet sand when packed tight is difficult to remove. 

As he lay there for some time, he started getting bored. So, he asked us how long he would have to continue the treatment. We climbed on his mud packed hole and did an enthusiastic Jungle dance. He couldn't get out on his own because wet sand is heavy and he was buried spread eagled, so there wasn't any leverage to move. It was only when the Jungle dance ended with us standing on his hole, laughing our head off, that he realised he had been conned