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Aasmaani Kajal.




Sani haath Maati ki Khusboo liye Rachi dhoop mathe par boondien liye Jaani kitne baajon tu bahon liyte litne raatein apni chaon mein liye.... (Maati - Shubha Mudgal) 


Call me a conservative fool, someone stuck in the times of our parents or plain backward. But I will never be able to understand how frivolous today's generation is when it comes to sex. Yes, that's the taboo word, Sex. When we were kids, anything remotely close to the 'act' was hushed - a Condom ad on TV during family TV time either made our parents change the channel or sit with extreme discomfort waiting for the ad to get over. While today, both my brother and I have grown comfortable talking about it to each other, our parents have also become very open about it. When i say they have become "open with it" I don't mean I have had conversations with my Mother about the hazards of sex and how to practice safe sex, or what birth control pills to buy. I have also not heard my Father have these conversation with my brother- what brand of condoms to use, or to have one ready- just in case types. I know parents who have had these conversations with their children. Maybe my parents understood the person I was. And I am glad I have not had these talks with my Mother.
It reduces sex to a physical activity. It's almost like you are encouraging me to go out there and have casual sex as long as I am careful about not getting pregnant. It's sad how our generation has so easily distinguished love and sex. It's sad how quickly we move from having one body in the bed to another. It's sad how its viewed as a 'one time' pleasurable act. It's sad how after one night both the girl and the guy move on, no regrets, what do they say, oh yeah- "with no strings attached". It's sad how we've so so brilliantly let what happens to our physical bodies not affect our emotional self. It's sad that even before we get to know each other completely we get to know our bodies. Call me anything, but i believe it's wrong to sleep around. I believe it diminishes the person you are - not what others think of you, but rather, what you think of yourself. Which in the end is so much more important. It's sad how we've brought it down to a mere physical necessity, something that has absolutely nothing to do with love. I have heard men and women our age, talk about it casually, "what's wrong, it was just one night" I've heard them say.
I think it's just wrong. I have my own reasons. I'd rather be in love with the person I go to bed with than a "we had fun last night, thanks" thing with someone. I'd rather have that man stay with me for the rest of my life than have him say, "That was fun. let's move on" or "it wasn't love, it was plain physical attraction from both sides" Doesn't it reduce the beauty of it all I ask?I would get mixed up and confused in the head, as i believe most of our generation is. Is there absolutely no sentiment and emotion attached with the act? It's almost like changing from a dress in a Shopper's Stop fitting room to the other, discarding one, picking up the other. Is it that easy to change partners and move on, without looking into each other's eyes the next morning and having that beautiful sense of love and knowing that you are going the spend the rest of your life with each other? It's just plain sad. And I find casual sex wrong. Period.
And I am glad my parents didn't advise me to have 'safe sex' and tell me to go to a chemist's shop just in case we weren't careful the night before. They, like me, find it wrong. They know it's got more to do with the mind and heart than the body.
What's it got to do with love ?! - you ask me. I say everything. Absolutely everything. Thaki hui sasoon ki Kai shank hain Neeli Neeli asha ke Kai pankh hai Aasmaani kajal Nainon mein hain....

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  1. Touching upon untouched/unwanted to be touched realms of life is highly appreciable.

    +1 to ur thoughts :)

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  2. Am glad my parents did the same like ur parents.. Its sooo wierd to think of ppl having sex purely for physical pleasure with no amounts of emotions attached...
    Loved this one Nayu...

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