Erotica......

To begin with, introduction amounts to the back-story. Started off from my God-forsaken abode [see previous blog] as early as 5:30 am and after 15 hours of international journey, still on a local train (though far better than most of the inter-state trains in India) at 10:35 pm local time, looking ahead at another 1.5 hours of comfortable journey, with no assurance of the vehicle availability for the final 5 kilometers. In the meantime, picked-up a bitter cold due to weather-change (from hot-n-humid dump to rainy spring with 17 degrees max.), making me constantly wipe my running nose in front of this young leggy lass I talked to while booking my automatic train ticket. Motivation enough to write a few pages, but have a little fever to be so spontaneously romantic!

Ya I am in the land of the Sahebs for a week, and by default the first thing becomes obvious is Gori

Maal. No matter how pathetic it is, or at least sounds, the naive facts are so numerous that it is a big factor. In partial self-defense, this is my second visit to this part of the world. Though that doesn't make me a seasoned expert in western heterosexual femininity, I have got enough experience already to get morphed into a different male altogether when I am here. These girls here, with obvious natural make-up of fairness to mask their ordinariness apparent to local males from the eastern men, actually appear more a person to me than those Items I drool-over back home, as a very few supremely close ones have drawn my attention towards innumerable times. & I assure that this privilege was not gained by girls here out of any deliberate speculation from my side. It happened on the first look! & that is something I am speculating over.

Let me simply clarify that girls here are far more welcoming to a foreign stranger than their Indian counterparts toward their fellow class-mates. As character demands of me, I again made the usual mistake of boarding a wrong coach without any thought given to the possibility of specific sitting allotment. In defense, long experience of lokaal train and lack of knowledge towards the language here (bravo, you know now that I'm not in UK, US, Oz,....). Anyways, when it struck me, it was through a couple who were trying to find their seats in the same compartment in which I wrongly was. The girl was lovely, and had to devote a couple of seconds in the usual response, before asking them to show me the seat-number in my ticket. & with a charming smile & comfortably accented English, it was the girl who explained to me the same, and also showed me how to get there. The effect, following the usual F-words murmured, I could very easily wish both of them a very good night and leave.

Does it yield a few crucial points regarding the by-default man-animal insurgence in our part of world? May be. Initially Delhi was unsafe for woman, then it became the Hell-hole, & now the rest of the country is full of horny wolves with fresh test of blood. & the holy grail? Respect towards woman. I find many a persons, from Bolly-stars to JNU faculties (trust me, all of the rest comes in-between), sharing their wisdom & hard-thought-upon solutions regarding the same; but none appears to have the worth of materialization. As far as my own solutions go, all listeners share the view of impracticality towards it. & now I am sitting here in front of an unknown girl whom if I ask something as silly as what is the time, she'll simply tell it to me, with no other thought at all! Ah, do I look totally unworthy of that consideration owing to my Indian features? But then all those who come to India invariable enters with the notion of Indian man-animal. Then what is the reason? Though many alternatives may be drawn upon, I being at the heart of the situation right now, genuinely feel that it is the simplicity that is socially accepted here about heterosexual interactions. You start-off as human-beings interacting together, and if it cooks-up to the level on its own, then you can go to bed right then. Everyone, in every role of his/her life, is given fair chance to develop ones own society; and nothing is deprived of deliberately. I won't call it freedom, but a necessary absence of constraints. A simple fact that got accepted here, but not in our world, where evil is ever-alert to gobble us up on the slightest sin! Wish we could, instead of purifying our sins, turn them into the mandatory spices of our lives.