Sex and Indians
It is an experimental article on sexual life of Indians.
Sex and Indians
In a mega-shopping mall, two girls were gleefully finding the place where the packs of condoms were stacked. One of them pointed to a place where both stopped and cast looks.
“Hey, here it is”-One of them cheered up.
They bought the pack bearing the brand “kamasutra’ and one of them read the writing on it “luxurious, lubricated condom”.
“But there is a one with music”-The girl in tight jeans with well-grown buttocks asked the other girl, while giggling out.
The other girl in the traditional salwar-kameez attire laughed too as both proceeded to the counter to pay and check out of the shopping centre. But the girl in jeans insisted on carrying the condom in her hand, while holding it in her hand and smiling.
“Let me carry it “-She said.while continuing to laugh and fondling the pack.
The girl in jeans is a friend of the other girl, who accompanied the latter to the shopping centre, but the unforeseen thing is both of them were buying the contraceptive for their bhabi (sister –in-law) ,yet it reflected the attitude of the young generation which has gone through a sea-change.
An unmarried girl can move with a packet of condom in her hand so gaily in the broad-day light that was some thing much unanticipated in our too conservative society in the past.
Way back in the late eighties and early nineties, we blamed our fair-sex for a too frigid attitude towards sex. We remember there was an article in one of some well-known English magazine, which carried the following heading
NO SEX PLEASE, WE ARE INDIANS.
The write-up described below that Indians felt helpless before the libido of westerners. Sex was something that remained in the closet of indifference and it was moreover a ritual performed in the secrecy of bedroom. We remember having read a very interesting observation of our leading Hindi film actor Shashi Kapoor that “Indians do not kiss in the open ,but only behind the shut doors and that is why we have our second largest population in the world.
Well, the rule of the thumb was not a single word about sex in discussion. Eminent Indian sexologist, Prakash Kothari lamented in an article in the nineties that how Indians lagged behind in every aspect in their sexual lives.
But as it is always said that anything suppressed is really a torture, with the arrival and expansion of television and cable net-work sex did take a new-definition. Although Indian males were for long portrayed as sex-starved, it was the femininity that rebelled for it stayed too long under the monotony of sickly conjugal life and dominant male behavior failing to enjoy the least within the confines of bedroom.
Television brought in its wake the late night movies, off-beat advertisements based on love-making, female sexuality and women’s’ rights, television-serials bordering on extra-marital relationships and moreover a message for the women for a more liberated living in the society. Certain movies also brought messages of more sexual freedom for women. Women were now seen to have possessed a mind for enjoyment without their old images of cows of self-sacrifice.
The first sign that was noticed in the attitude of the fair-sex towards sexuality was an attitudinal shift towards the clothes they wore. In the female college-goers a more liberal westernized interest for wearing revealing garbs was noticed. It was until the colleges situated even in the rural areas were compelled to adopt a uniform dress-code to hold the donning of revealing costumes under check. But the males” bastion was crumbling. Other than the college hours, we find the girls wearing more juicy clothing.
Internet with its broad dating sites has made sex easier. Ladies browse for the male companions of their personal choice through various males’ statistics (please read size, length and weight of the pocket). Working girls keep on dating as per their choices. S. Prakash, a manager in an insurance firm in Hyderabad, confides in his best buddy that he has always the best condoms in his purse for his encounters with some of his female acquaintances. One of them is a girl from West Bengal working in an advertisement firm and other is a rich Telugu lady, married to a rich, always peripatetic man. Who cares if for few times in a month, Prakash visits them either in a hotel room or in the privacy of the bedroom? But it is just friendship and consequent mercy sex that give the satisfaction of sumptuous meals. Prakash considers himself an expert in orgasm with the sheer power of an impressive bull. Perhaps he rejoices at the reminiscences of his women caught in the throes of violent orgasms.
“Not really. It is for the first time, we are coming to terms with our true need of living a satisfactory sexual life”-He said in a grave but bold voice.