S(hhh)ex.

If you're a generation behind me, your worst nightmares probably came true. Yes, I have one blogpost dedicated to sex. 

And at this precise moment, you're judging me. But that's okay. I don't blame you.

It's the Indian mentality.

'Sex' according to our mindset is a crime. We disown our children and take their names off our will and what not. Umm, we don't want to get into the science of their existence, do we?

All this frenzied reaction to this simple three letter word. I have another three letter word for you- Why?

Why do we get worked up when there's the mention of sex?

Why do we switch channels when there's anything that suggests it?

Why do we hesitate to acknowledge the concept and the logic behind it?

The more you avoid discussing something, the more curiosity it's going to generate. It's Newton's action-reaction law. We've learned that, haven't we?

I know I'm treading on extremely risky grounds here, what with giving people a wide scope to judge me. But it's about time someone said it. Typical Indian mentality: There's no sin like indulging in sex. Be it the talking part or the doing part.

I want to take a moment and clarify that through this post I'm not encouraging more people to go indulge in sexual activities. I simply want to know why it's the conveniently and perpetually shelved topic of discussion.

In 9 out of 10 Indian movies I've watched, there's a prematurely pregnant girl becoming a social outcast because of her 'condition' and her parents wailing and beating their chests over the shame she brought to the family. Now, I'm aware that an unmarried mother doesn't slip right into the norms of our society, but how far will you go to punish her for her 'treacherous deed'?
Simultaneously we're exposed to the other extreme in the West where teenage pregnancies are also dealt with calmly and maturely.

With the ridiculous disparity in what we see and well, what we see, where are kids going to find answers if their folks are so uptight about the more-than-necessary discussions in their early age?

You may think I'm overstepping here by telling parents how to do their job, but that's really not what I'm trying to do. 
We've advanced in too many fields but this one, and the most vital one at that.
We deny them the answers and penalize them if they go looking for them on their own. 

I have no shame/ fear/ embarrassment in acknowledging it. I'm a saree loyalist and yet I'm as open minded as people get. Are you?

Till Kingdom Come

"I love you. Good night."
"Don't tell me you love me unless you're ready to act on it and if you aren't ready, don't say it."
...
"I love you."

Her heart fluttered like it had a hundred times before, yet he had the ability to make it seem more special each time.
There had been fights and fall outs on more than one occasion. Hell, there had been more spats than recorded in history, and they reminded each other of how much imperfection there was between them all the time, but love bridged the gap each time it widened.
The ebb and tide of their relationship had set a rhythm in their lives. A rhythm they had come to love.

It's not easy, but it's worth the fight.

The term 'boyfriend' seemed so inadequate to her that she refused to refer to him as that. He wasn't just a boy that was her friend.
He was the one who had touched her life in so many ways. The man who loved even through hate. The man who would give endlessly and take equally, demarcating his territory and rights. That gave her the butterflies.

How could one person awaken so many of her senses all at once?
With him, she had been ridiculously happy, ridiculously sad, hurt, angry, jealous, but in love. So ridiculously in love.

For every one person instilling hope in their being, there were five to warn them against it.

"Not meant to be" they said.
"Imperfection personified" they said.
"Do you think this will ever work?" they asked.

Funny little creatures. What did they know?
What did they know about being madly, dangerously and ridiculously in love?

Love makes you do stupid things. Like falling in love over and over again.
That's the thing about love. It gives you pros and cons and waits for you to make a choice.

All the odds were against them. Still are. Will mostly always be.
The chances of them floating through it are as thin as a needle tip.
The probability of there being no obstacles is negligible.
But they're in love.
If that isn't enough, what is?

With that thought, she smiled at the table clock. No time was too late, no night was too dark and no feeling was as good.

"Till kingdom come." She whispered into the break of dawn, undaunted by the challenges to follow, intrepid as ever and ridiculously in love.
"Till kingdom come." He mouthed in his sleep. Not knowing where the words were coming from or what they meant. Not having any memory of having uttered them at all. Yet, being ridiculously in love.