Everything has changed in the world around us but not this three-letter word called.SEX. The salwar kameej has been replaced by the jeans and T-shirts. Dupatta has gone with the wind. Girls don't carry parantha and subzi in their tiffin boxes. Smoking away is a common sight. They don't mind in sharing a drink or two. No girl knits a sweater for her boy friend these days. Now they have enough money to buy a branded pullover. No girl brings a folded love-letter. They say whatever they want to on Apps. But the grammar of physical intimacy hasn't changed. It is the same as described by Vatsayan in Kama Sutra. Holding hands in cinema halls, flying kisses and a fun and frolicking go at it hasn't changed.
No girl was a loner then and no one is now. Be it a brother's close friend, a next-door neighbor, a classmate or someone who dared to approach in Metro. All girls are seeing a boy each, if not in a steady relationship. They, infact have multiple relationships. Not necessarily getting physical. But in those days, dating somebody was aimed at marriage. Not that every relationship ended in a marriage but the thought did cross their mind. Parents were in a tearing hurry to marry off their daughters but not any more. Now the girls are career conscious and they want to settle. Frankly speaking, I am surrounded by the daughters of my friends, who are in their late 30s but marriage is no where on their cards. Surpriingly most of mthem have joined the leagal profession after studying law. It gives them a sense of security.
Parents are also getting reconciled to this spinsterhood. Some find them as an additional source of family income and some feel helpless. But that doesn't mean that they are not in a relationship. Brothers, unlike Savdhan India scenarios, the brothers are not behaving as guards of virginity. They are tense and create ruckus but sooner than later accept it. However, the demands and desires of the body haven't changed. The MTP ( medical termination of pregnancy, popularly called abortion is available on a platter and at an affordable cost. Now yoy don't have to approach a quack. Most of the qualified doctors offer it on their bill boards. Now no Hindi film has a familiar scene, ari kulta ye toonekya kar diya. ab hum kise muhn dikhayenge followed by a loud music. I recall a witty poster in a village, apni beti ke haath peele kar dijiye warna ye aapka muh kala kar degi.
Turning a few pages from my 1960 diary, I can share without taking names that I organized three abortions of my girl friends and ththat of my friends in 1960s without any moral qualms. Though, theother day when my 16-yearold daughter asked me baba, is there anything wong in having a relationship. My refrain was jystdon't get pregnant. Rest is all fine. Now no body looks for dark ridges in theJNU or the flagstaff near VC's office in the DU. Everything is on open. Of course not the final act but all preludes.
Near DU, there used to be two restaurants Ajanta and Satkar who hadtables in dark corners for young couples from the iniversity. You order two esperesso coffee, tip the aiter heaviuly and have a whale of time. Even Carlton and Khyber were also hot spots near IP college.
The bottom line is man-woman relationship which is a popular theme in most of the world literature can never change except a violent streak that has crept in. Love and sex crimes. Extra-marital relationships, incest and infidelity is the routine content of our daily newspapers. One page is exclusively devoted to it. The high and mighty like Peter Mukherjee, Indrani Mukherjee arethe best examples. Why to blame our bold and beautiful. Bill Clinton converted his oval office into an oral office.
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