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.
