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January 02, 2006

Striptease – ekdam Indian ishtyle!

If you are not open to know few unheard things that happen in our country, kindly stop reading this particular blog.

One of my closest relatives living in a distant land went to a striptease recently. And his wife wasn’t upset a bit (at least she sounded cool to me). And my alter ego immediately pondered - why are these Western countries so sick when it comes to sexuality! That particular feeling existed just for few microseconds, before I honestly asked myself. Wouldn’t you enjoy the same if you were put in some Western country? And the answer was obviously YES! Until & unless people work on their sexual energy completely through meditation, none would be able to resist the energy a nude blonde would emanate!

Striptease is not a Western phenomenon at all. In fact all that have become a multi million businesses in the West have been discovered & invented in India. And the biggest irony is that - all that were found in India & which went off shore were banned in India itself! This includes brothels, striptease clubs, swapping parties, & even sex toys (sex toys have a mention in kama sutra and in all those literatures that were written about sex in India)!

I recollected an incident that my friend told me long back during my hostel days, about what happens in his village during festival seasons.

We were having our evening stroll, and by looking at a tractor with huge open garbage-container behind my friend remarked, “do you know what purpose this particular vehicle is used in our village?” I said, “what else to collect garbage.” And he had a naughty smile on his face. And he went on to explain what really happens…

The news is spread just through word of mouth and no other means of advertising is appreciated. Strict confidentiality is maintained, so that no women or wives come to know about what exactly is scheduled at 12 midnight in the outskirts of the village amidst rice crop. The two important essentials that men take with them are a bed sheet to cover their heads to protect them from cold and also from other family members who could have turned up without their knowledge, and a torch light for clear visibility in pitch dark roads (the torch light has another important function that is detailed later).

The police are kept updated about this special event, and they are given special seats in the front row. Not that their presence is liked, but then they are invited so that they keep themselves away from raiding the place when the stage is on fire with some awesome performances.

When the crowd is all set, the tractor arrives. Four sides of the container are pulled down, and a huge generator is downloaded. The event takes place in the remotest part of the village where even electricity has not reached yet. The stage is set with 2 overhead lights, and the music is put ‘on’ using the antique gramophone – and there arrive the striptease artists fully drunk, and all ready to strip themselves in front of the silent crowd (the crowd is silent most of the times for obvious reasons. None wants to get caught)!

After some initial warming up by flashing private parts, artists are now completely nude under the bright overhead lights dancing their way to glory. Now comes the other important use of the torch light the men were carrying. As the light is over the head, the vital parts are not visible clearly - it is pitch dark in the bush too. Men aim their torch lights exactly at the right spot to get a clear vision of the same. (so carrying a powerful torch lights help).

I was awestruck at the enlightening experience my friend was bestowing upon me. I asked out of mere curiosity, so how does the climax go? He was a bit reluctant to say, thinking I would say a big yuck. I said, “go on it is fine. Don’t deprive my senses of the final ecstasy at this juncture.” He continued, saying at the end the striptease artists pee in a glass/tumbler and shower that on the crowd. And I said, “YUCK”!!!!

Posted by Kenni at January 2, 2006 04:43 PM

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