Saturday, May 21, 2011

Sexuality and the Indian woman

I have a problem with how sexy Indian women are and how sexy they actually can be. It’s mostly a matter of potential and I think the potential is under utilised. Now please don’t rush to any conclusions here, I’m not suggesting that our women show more skin or act less modest. Bear with me here, for a moment.

Take for instance Brazil. Here’s a country that sits at the other end of the sexy continuum. If their national sexy index was 10 ours would be 0. We invented the cipher, so it’s only fitting. But I digress. Physically Indian women have every quality available to women all over the world to be perceived as sexy. However, the best we ever get is ‘beautiful’, ‘hot’, or ‘exotic’. But very rarely do we ever get ‘sexy’. The sari, yes that’s sexy, but not in the way the average woman wears it or walks in it. The sari, and this is a commonly understood fact, is meant to accentuate the sexuality of a woman. But where is it? It’s nowhere to be seen. How many women actually walk that walk of a confident sexy woman? A handful, and they are usually from the upper reaches of protected society.

So the point we arrive at is, the walk has a lot to do with sexiness. Look around you, Indian women just don’t walk sexy. The women who wear jeans and trousers are the worst affected. They either walk like boys or figure some in-between way to suppress the natural sway of the hip that belongs to the woman. It’s her feminine prerogative that she denies herself.

But it’s not she who denies herself. It’s society. From the time a girl turns 10 she gets told to not walk in a way that attracts unwanted male attention, and the scorn of the female set. And there lies the root to this problem. A mature, progressive, healthy society allows its little girls to blossom into women. It doesn’t tell them to tone down the sex so the grown ups - the neighbours, the watchman, the grocer and the teachers don’t feel inadvertently attracted. In a civil society women are allowed this freedom so they can explore their sexuality to its fullest.

Even Arab women, covered from head to toe have a way about them that is sexy. Arab culture even has a way to describe a young woman’s gait, they compare it to the strut of a gazelle.

It is proven researched* fact, that a woman would swing her hips a little less if there was fear of sexual assault. But if this fear beats the sexuality out of an entire population then there’s something terribly wrong there. For a society to be sexually healthy, the female puts out the signals and the male wins her affection in an socially approved manner.

So that’s my complaint.
And here’s my solution. About time, we let our little girls be themselves and provide for them a safe, healthy society that allows them to grow up into confident, young women who are comfortable and in-control of their sexuality.

And if we can’t do it we might as well dress them all up in Burquas.


*How hips sway in the mating game - Times Online

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Quirky little India

Now that we are all fatted up, as a country I mean. Mostly metros is what I’m referring to here. Our quirks are beginning to show. Things that we wouldn’t take notice of earlier are slowly coming to the surface.

I saw this stand up comic last night and he spoke about a friend who rejected a man simply because he mixed up his Vs and Ws. While for some among you that may be the cardinal sin, one wouldn’t imagine a large part of society agreeing to a decision that shallow. Especially given the fact that the man being rejected was a highly educated, well-settled individual. Never mind the irony of the fact that he drove a VW Passat.

Until a few years ago we didn’t have so many issues as urban citizens. We were more forgiving and less judgmental. I’m not trying to preach here. In fact it’s quite the opposite, I’m trying to find some humour in this situation. And I think this whole age, yes I call it an ‘age’ like the renaissance or the iron ‘age’ or the bronze ‘age’. My blog, my laptop, what goes of your father. And I think this whole age is reminiscent of early Seinfeld, the sitcom. How Jerry or Elaine found little things annoying and all of America related with it and as a result found it funny. We laughed along as well, relating to them in third person, putting ourselves in their shoes even though we didn’t share the same social mores. I’m talking about the ‘90s here. And now I feel we’re suddenly living in that ‘age’.

I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, all I’m saying is, we’re rich, our bellies are full and we’re done picking our teeth. Now we’re looking for something to whine about and if you look at it in a light hearted manner rather than academically - to study the metamorphosis of urban Indian society or some such research crap, we’re going through a very, very interesting time. Our quirks are beginning to surface and boy am I ready for this show.