We are a nation of voyeurs. Even so, I never saw India as a place where sexual pleasures were to be found in abundance. Though this could just be the South Indian me, I have my doubts.
Things being as they are, it was natural for me to do what I did when I saw this report. Elbow propped on the table, eyes near the screen, hand on the mouse. Tears of joy streamed down my cheeks as I marveled at how much we Indians have developed in the field of physical intimacies. I heard my notions of Indian sex take a long fall. Thud. Music to my ears.
But such delight was short lived. Of course, such reports are to be enjoyed, never to be taken seriously. Much like ‘Aap Ka Surroor : The Moviee : The Real Luv Story’. Once you leave all logic behind you will revel in the absolute lack of semblance to the real world. Sadly though, you always come back to your senses.
While many would try to tell you about how we are rediscovering the ancient Indian art of being comfortable with their sexuality and with their partners. Let them not fool you. Smallsquirrel(depressing) and GreatBong(more entertainingly so) will tell you the real story.
The report, judging by the usual Indian respect for surveys, must have been a very jolly affair.
“Arey. Tere sirf 2 hi lovers hain. Hah! Mere to 28 hai.[You’ve got only 2 lovers. Hah! I’ve got 28]”
Chuckling within, he writes 34. The other one meanwhile takes sweet revenge as he writes down ‘69’ with vengeance, smiling at his own private joke. Such is life.
Now, as much as you would want me to go on, I have to stop. I can’t go on much longer with all these girls pulling at me, you know. Monica, Pavlina… here I come. And you too Riya..
Update: Ist tguoh tpiyng wehn u hev a hottei on yuor lap. In'st it?
Update: Sepiamutiny has its say.
