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It looks quite innocent and unthreatening. Helpful, even. And it is. In fact, the way it diligently dispenses cool water to the bored, half-dead bench force, might even lead the exceptionally naïve to momentarily believe that the ‘clear stream of reason’ has not lost its way into the ‘dreary desert sand of dead habit’.

But I digress. Let’s zoom in to uncover the secret that lay hidden before us in plain view. (Yes, I am channeling Dan Brown. Hopefully by the end of the year I’ll also. Write illogically broken. Sentences with superfluous italics. And sell. Millions of copies of banal thrillers. Millions.)

Now there is nothing quite interesting about the wave on the cooler until you see this…

Tada! This is the most well-known Japanese print called The Great Wave off Kanagawa, the first in Katsushika Hokusai’s series 36 views of Mt. Fuji. And if you remove the boats from this painting you pretty much get the image on the Aquaguard cooler with the Mt. Fuji intact!

I also found that this print has inspired Firefox themes and the logo of the surfwear firm Quiksilver, among possibly other stuff.

Much has happened, much except blogging. A whole semester is over, the last one of my engineering. Videos have been made, quizzes have been won. Tears have rolled, byes have been said. Hostel life has kissed me goodbye. Slowly I resign to a dull world, a world of bathing daily.

Drunk on Indian love, the mother has been feeding copious amounts of random stuff. I hear it makes some people feel loved. I don't feel anything, except when some weird bitter gourd 'delicacy' is dropped on to my unsuspecting plate. I can only begin to understand the layers of meaning in the accompanying, 'Hmpf'. Maybe it is the satisfaction of filling me with nutrients, maybe it is not-so-sweet revenge of all the troubles I have caused. One wonders.

At home there pretty much isn't anything to do, except trying to rein in the hostel bred language. Which leads me to my new-found respect for the word "Mannamkatta". It has served me well in these testing times, standing in, time and again as a substitute for the more colourful and popular M-Word.

A lot remains to be said. They might sneak their way out to the blog. Then again, they might not. Either ways, the unwritten will continue adding taste to the written. Like the teabag which never found its way to my stomach.

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.