Pervs

           

How uncomfortable women feel in local bus when men drop their eyeballs in their cleavage or when men try to put their gun on their shoulder to shoot. This is just a part of how horny Indian men get on the go. All in a country where we boast of being oh-so-shy about sex. It's almost like it doesn't exist. So, God actually drop babies when mama dada are fast asleep. It's true It's true. So much we trash Sunny Leone, Rakhi Sawant for their ''boldness'' and then ban telecast of Dirty Picture too. Lame. After all its India. Here kids, teenager know nothing about sex. Let me say it again - It's true It's true NOT.

Sex is a part of our life. And if it doesn't interest us us Indians then  we need to ASK THE SEXPERT.  No wonder we come across EXOTIC to westerners. After all so unbelievable we portray ourselves . Common now lets stop pretending or stop groping each other in public. Choose one.
Its simple, the more you suppress it the more curiosity. I wouldn't blame anyone, not even two straight men, going berserk over rubbing each other in a crowded bus or train (I excuse parties, it always with consent there, mostly).
We are sex starved, PERIOD ! Next time notice the number of head turn when a girl walks in. HOT or NOT. I swear I think its totally normal. But why that frown by the middle aged men, when you guys checking out anyway. Accept it. See now that's the problem. Better was the judge of that contest ( which I was part of ) who openly called the then-yet-to-be-winner in his car for a night over.

Let me talk specifically about my favorite city in the world and my home - Mumbai. We live in tiny houses. We haven't heard of privacy and space at all. The family eats sleeps and watches TV together. Indian values at its best. Right ? No. We are at limitation of space.  Life here in this city leaves us with no time. So sex is forgotten or simply slides down to the last thing in the priority list and venting out those urges becomes next to impossible at home. The only breathing time to look around for us becomes commuting in bus or train. Traffic here makes our 5mins journey 50mins, so what do we do with all the hotness available around in a crowded closed bus or train ? ummm ...I remember Daler Mehndi's song to describe this one - Mein Kardi Rub Rub Kardi.

Hanika was scratched on her shoulder by two boys on a fast bike. Another friend who complained how she couldn't get down a crowded bus without being groped. A rickshaw driver tries to take advantage of a foreign nationality. The heaped up sexual urges comes out in a very violent ways that hurt woman emotionally or/and physically. Why women, even I face model coordinators time and again. Okay now stop making up your mind about my profession. Sigh !

Like all other emotions sex exists. It's like hurt, suppressing it leads to mental trauma. Often suicide. Likewise works the sexual urge.Why does moral police disagree. We stop our daughters to step out in the evenings, to do overnights or simply to go on trips with friends. What are we scared of ? They might end up having sex ? Might get molested or be taken advantage of ? Well, this all can happen anytime and anywhere. So instead build a rapport of trust. Better ?
And the rest can go on putting down JISM 2 posters. And jerk off in their washroom remembering all that they saw at Sunnyleone.Com.
So much we pretend in a sex starved country like ours. Time to face it. Boo !