Last weekend, I took a trip to one of my friend’s den. The
moment I entered into his house, I was shocked by what I saw. The living room is a mess. Wrappers of
cigarettes spotting all over the room extended with some beer bottles. Bed has
not been made. Shoes and socks are lying randomly. And clothes are in disaster
situation. That was what I expected but to my surprise everything out there
was well set. I smiled to myself, perhaps I liked the unexpected.
In no time I made myself comfortable. I insisted helping him
in kitchen but alas it was a flop show. An onion was enough to wipe my makeup.
Yeah here I admit that Kitchen is the zone which freaks me out. Around 4 pm we settled down to have a hot television (TVs
Sa Re Ga Ma) lunch. Though it was
pretty late for lunch but I enjoyed our very own home flavor.
Post to our lunch we planned to play a game where each of us
got to ask some questions and the other person has to answer being true to
one. I got to deal with these questions;
‘Are you straight?’ ‘Are you Virgin?’ ‘How many guys have you kissed?’ ‘How
many guys have you been dating?’Initially I enjoyed the whole concept but soon
the thread of discussion led us to discuss the most happening topic, ‘A
Man-Woman Thing’ i.e. Sex-Love. That evening I wanted
to talk my heart out but I had no idea where to start from. I had to
make choice and I decided not to probe this topic. I bid
adieu to him with a hearty laugh and a gentle hug.
On my way back to home I kept
on thinking about his outlook which said, ‘There
is nothing wrong when two consenting adults want to have sex and Love is just a
mere explanation to get the Sex legal.’ Does that mean Love never exist? This
question had taken over my need for sleep that night.
I don’t contradict with the fact that no other subject holds
as much interest as sex and it’s always cleavage that makes a woman desirable.
So there is nothing filthy about Sex. Even science says; unlike other animals,
human do not have any mating season. So we have all the rights to got to go
with our instinct. But that does not give us a liberty to have ‘Kamasutra’ in
our curriculum. In the other hand we have Shakespeare in our syllabus to deal
with.
It’s obvious for a teenage to experience a hormonal
imbalance every time he/she thinks about his/her counterpart. And that
particular feeling of attraction is a part of Love, never Sex. I know, for many
of you this might have sounded bizarre. As unlike Sex, Love does not ever come
with the instruction manual. But trust me this is what we were/are up to. In life it’s always hard to get a chance to
kiss the person who truly sweeps us off our feet than to make out with the one
whom we never owe a single feeling of ours. So I do not stand with those who
believes, ‘The word Sex is always content with Pleasure where as Love shares
it’s endurance with Pain’.
Neither I am here to debate on
legal or illegal Sex nor on pre or post marital affair. I believe, it is
natural and one should respect his/her urge towards it but without a shade of
guilt in his/her mind. Because virginity justifies a person’s sexual status not
his/her desires. So respecting all those feelings now let me leave you with
this thought; Sex is always an affordable word but never is Love. Let’s admit
it.
