Dark Matter
Sex is a very important part of life.
Now that I have your attention I guess I can delve into the psyche of the stock broker, which is the actual material of this post. Was just kidding...Anyways, I was thinking yesterday morning during shower about how the youth of India survive despite the absence of strip clubs, nude beaches and women in bikinis.
During the mid '70s vintage porn began to do its rounds amongst the circle of gangsters (who'd wear bell-bottoms, have long hair (on head, oiled up) and look somewhat closer to telugu heroes), for it was the big bad guys that could satisfy their need for women through videos in the form of projector-on-canvas types or black-rectangular-2 kilo-cassettes. However, the sense of pleasure that people derived in voyeur prior to this must have been by peeping through keyholes, watching women take bath through bathroom windows from a nearby terrace or by plainly having memories of certain key aspects of the opposite sex and working industriously on the imagination. Whatever it was people needed a way to break out with their pent up sexual energy. Here in the US, people could have an intercourse with one another like middle-aged women gossiping about their in-laws in India. With beginning of the '80s, the bollywood saw the plight of the sex-starved Indian youth and started a new wave of films known to be 'blue' for some blue reason. The phrase 'blue film' caught up so well among the youth circles, so much so that I myself have watched one during the '90s, when I couldn't handle much of the tension. Anyways, I didn't blow up or anything, just for your curiosity. Bollywood began to come up with more tasty rape scenes, so much so that people used to watch reruns of 'Maine uske taange dekha..aur phir..', and still used to go home and work wildly on their fantasies.
Finally, during the late '90s the US scientists, decided to release the CD technology. With the Internet boom, 'sex' was only a click away, and with the CD-Writer coming up, the copying, distribution, broadcasting, and all other copyright violations began to be exploited. Since college girls were still all covered up and no match to fulfill the appetite of the now-weakened guys, coining a word for the much tabooed word 'sex', had to be done immediately. Somewhere in Tamil Nadu, Muthu, a young, aspiring, lingually-talented tutorial student, came up with the word when he secretly asked his friend Selva in hush-hush over the phone - "Matter CDaa?" Selva picked up the idea immediately, and started loving the word 'Matter' for its easiness of pronunciation, clarity in exposition of intent, the coolness of its sounding and the fun of saying it for the heck of it.
Bollywood by now started making more of matter movies or normal movies with Mallika Sherawat in it. Every now and then Emran Hashmi, with his kisser-instinct would show up on screen and chew the lips of the hot female co-star like rabbits, regardless of whether she was on the villain's side or the good people's side or one of the passerbys in the scene. Indian youth started taking so much interest in such kind of movies, and it looked like it matter-ed more to them than the non-linearity in the story. I know of an incident wherein girls in the adjacent, I heard, congregated at one of their girl-friend's place and watched Murder - the movie in which Mallika took off to stardom, besides her clothes, and where Emran Hashmi proved he could act naturally only while doing stuff with his mouth. Some elite Indian youth, however, started seeing such movies-in-theatres with their girlfriends as an opportunity to repeat the performance given by Emran Kissme, off the screen. Conservatives would resort to controlling their feelings in theatres, go home, fantasize, and come out well in the end (depends where).
With Airtel slashing the rates of broadband, most college-goers, and I presume even some school-goers, convinced their parents, by showing them ads of Intel-pentium processors, that they could see their sons/daughters become engineers and doctors that matter the most. Online matter, was then the trend. Multiple tabs in Mozilla Firefox (and later on IE 7), only eased the shift between Wikipedia Homepage to show parents that they were gaining more online than on the other tab of an innocuous looking name of Masalaboard, Indianceleb or Debonairblog. The Indian youth wafted and waded through the heroines of the yesteryears from the bulky cabaret dancers like Jayamalini to the more bulkier character artists like Shakila. Flesh and passion, were all that were required to light up the youth of our nation. Our fathers remembered their youth only too well, to tell their sons not to do their undercover operation. Mothers, on the other hand, hoped everyday their sons would gain more knowledge than Grandmaster on Vijay TV, to be the US Rajesh Krishnamurthy, amongst the neighbhours or second cousins they idolized. The problem is Indian kids are smart, only that they don't know where to show it, when and how.
These smart kids then got married and revised all-night before the marriage on how to make a successful and matterialistic conversation to the bride. Nightfall came, the young, coy, fair-and-lovely, bathed-in-scent, newly wed wife, Rajakumari enters with a glass of milk. She sits gently like a dove on the bed besides young and ever-expectant Arvind. He begins to deliver the first lines of his 4-and-half page essay on life. Somewhere in the middle he melows his tone and comes up with a simple question on life that seems very complex like the multiple database queries that Arvind comes up with at CompuSys Inc., "How do you think we can spice up our lives?" Shy-faced, with eyes fluttering up and down, she manages to come up with "Amma said, only on weekends."
Arvind switches off the light, closes his eyes and confines himself to the fantasy-world of Dark Matter!
"Imagined experience is superior to reality." - John Keats
Now that I have your attention I guess I can delve into the psyche of the stock broker, which is the actual material of this post. Was just kidding...Anyways, I was thinking yesterday morning during shower about how the youth of India survive despite the absence of strip clubs, nude beaches and women in bikinis.
During the mid '70s vintage porn began to do its rounds amongst the circle of gangsters (who'd wear bell-bottoms, have long hair (on head, oiled up) and look somewhat closer to telugu heroes), for it was the big bad guys that could satisfy their need for women through videos in the form of projector-on-canvas types or black-rectangular-2 kilo-cassettes. However, the sense of pleasure that people derived in voyeur prior to this must have been by peeping through keyholes, watching women take bath through bathroom windows from a nearby terrace or by plainly having memories of certain key aspects of the opposite sex and working industriously on the imagination. Whatever it was people needed a way to break out with their pent up sexual energy. Here in the US, people could have an intercourse with one another like middle-aged women gossiping about their in-laws in India. With beginning of the '80s, the bollywood saw the plight of the sex-starved Indian youth and started a new wave of films known to be 'blue' for some blue reason. The phrase 'blue film' caught up so well among the youth circles, so much so that I myself have watched one during the '90s, when I couldn't handle much of the tension. Anyways, I didn't blow up or anything, just for your curiosity. Bollywood began to come up with more tasty rape scenes, so much so that people used to watch reruns of 'Maine uske taange dekha..aur phir..', and still used to go home and work wildly on their fantasies.
Finally, during the late '90s the US scientists, decided to release the CD technology. With the Internet boom, 'sex' was only a click away, and with the CD-Writer coming up, the copying, distribution, broadcasting, and all other copyright violations began to be exploited. Since college girls were still all covered up and no match to fulfill the appetite of the now-weakened guys, coining a word for the much tabooed word 'sex', had to be done immediately. Somewhere in Tamil Nadu, Muthu, a young, aspiring, lingually-talented tutorial student, came up with the word when he secretly asked his friend Selva in hush-hush over the phone - "Matter CDaa?" Selva picked up the idea immediately, and started loving the word 'Matter' for its easiness of pronunciation, clarity in exposition of intent, the coolness of its sounding and the fun of saying it for the heck of it.
Bollywood by now started making more of matter movies or normal movies with Mallika Sherawat in it. Every now and then Emran Hashmi, with his kisser-instinct would show up on screen and chew the lips of the hot female co-star like rabbits, regardless of whether she was on the villain's side or the good people's side or one of the passerbys in the scene. Indian youth started taking so much interest in such kind of movies, and it looked like it matter-ed more to them than the non-linearity in the story. I know of an incident wherein girls in the adjacent, I heard, congregated at one of their girl-friend's place and watched Murder - the movie in which Mallika took off to stardom, besides her clothes, and where Emran Hashmi proved he could act naturally only while doing stuff with his mouth. Some elite Indian youth, however, started seeing such movies-in-theatres with their girlfriends as an opportunity to repeat the performance given by Emran Kissme, off the screen. Conservatives would resort to controlling their feelings in theatres, go home, fantasize, and come out well in the end (depends where).
With Airtel slashing the rates of broadband, most college-goers, and I presume even some school-goers, convinced their parents, by showing them ads of Intel-pentium processors, that they could see their sons/daughters become engineers and doctors that matter the most. Online matter, was then the trend. Multiple tabs in Mozilla Firefox (and later on IE 7), only eased the shift between Wikipedia Homepage to show parents that they were gaining more online than on the other tab of an innocuous looking name of Masalaboard, Indianceleb or Debonairblog. The Indian youth wafted and waded through the heroines of the yesteryears from the bulky cabaret dancers like Jayamalini to the more bulkier character artists like Shakila. Flesh and passion, were all that were required to light up the youth of our nation. Our fathers remembered their youth only too well, to tell their sons not to do their undercover operation. Mothers, on the other hand, hoped everyday their sons would gain more knowledge than Grandmaster on Vijay TV, to be the US Rajesh Krishnamurthy, amongst the neighbhours or second cousins they idolized. The problem is Indian kids are smart, only that they don't know where to show it, when and how.
These smart kids then got married and revised all-night before the marriage on how to make a successful and matterialistic conversation to the bride. Nightfall came, the young, coy, fair-and-lovely, bathed-in-scent, newly wed wife, Rajakumari enters with a glass of milk. She sits gently like a dove on the bed besides young and ever-expectant Arvind. He begins to deliver the first lines of his 4-and-half page essay on life. Somewhere in the middle he melows his tone and comes up with a simple question on life that seems very complex like the multiple database queries that Arvind comes up with at CompuSys Inc., "How do you think we can spice up our lives?" Shy-faced, with eyes fluttering up and down, she manages to come up with "Amma said, only on weekends."
Arvind switches off the light, closes his eyes and confines himself to the fantasy-world of Dark Matter!
"Imagined experience is superior to reality." - John Keats
posted by Arun @ Thursday, May 24, 2007
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