I was sitting in a government office trying to deal with some red tape issues with a babu, who was in the worst of his moods and stature.
There I came across another middle-aged man, in his late forties, sitting beside me. He had not shaved his salt and pepper shave for several days, his hair was grossly undone, a significant pot belly, clothes that seemed to be drawn, straight out of an unwashed bucket and a countenance that was unpleasant. There was remorse on his face that must have not smiled for a long time. The smiley facial muscles had been paralyzed for ages.
Then my emotionally promiscuous mind started racing. I looked at the faces of both men, and a spurt of sexual electricity surged through the ravines of my brain.
I wondered how these men would behave when they were in bed with their respective wives. What must it mean to make love? Do they even know what lovemaking is? Have they ever actually been involved in a passionate commune?
Commonly speaking, love making it just a process of release, a selfish male chauvinistic gratification, that most men do.
My scratchy mind was now fully alert and at the pinnacle of my writing spree.
Don’t all men actually behave like this?
Is it just a process that we see daily while watching the National Geographic channel? — An animal running for either a kill or sex. Are we behaving like that?
In the metropolitan life where a man goes to work at six in the morning, fights his way into the local transportation, barbecues his arse dealing with his office chores and then is mentally and physically raped comes home late at night. Is he left with a desire to even see the ‘want’ or the ‘satisfaction’ in the eyes of his spouse?
No! There is nothing left of him. His desires and libido are totally screwed up.
The divine gift of God, to make love, to experience harmony in the commune, and to share mutual gratification and happiness, is lost in Oblivion.
I was partying in a so-called elite crowd the other day. A bunch of men in expensive outfits, carrying glasses of single malt, had no idea what ORGASM meant: They did not know the divinity that a woman undergoes while experiencing orgasm. For them, the commune is nothing more than a one-sided merry go round ride, that culminates very fast… just a ready steady go.
The lack of understanding of this mutual gratification causes gross discord and disharmony in the marital lives.
While eating food of all flavours, both partners have to enjoy the meal equally and quench the satiety. Life cannot happen on a single wheel, all the time.
The orgasmic eclipse should not be shadowed by the intrusion of self-gratification and chauvinism.
Have the heart and the inclination to discuss and ask whether the deal was done equally on both ends. How can you turn around and go through the snoring raptures, while your counterpart is still fighting for the unfinished, unachieved and unaccomplished act of lovemaking?
It’s miserable! It’s unethical, and it’s inhumane.
