Sex & Lies

What if I tell you that the title which brought you here isn't too apt for this piece because neither I'm going to talk of sex here nor am I divulging any lies pertaining to sex in this confession rather it's going to be more of a quest to find the subtler meaning of this innate instinct ingrained in all living beings. If you are still proceeding then perhaps you are also looking for something beyond or may be you're also looking for answers beyond physical. Read on...

One thing that is for sure is that sex is no longer a taboo in our country and that secret well-guarded by meeting of flowers and fading away of the frame at the right moment in movies is no longer to be seen. In fact, it's becoming a norm on the big screen and the actors no longer shy away from replicating the reality on screen. A lot goes in the name of realism and art, you see. You might think I'm digressing from the topic but I'm not; I'm actually trying to find a way into the topic. What I'm surprised with is the enormity of the interest in it with each passing year. A norm of domestic life and no more a procedure to multiply, it has become the talk of the town for the elite, indulgence for the teenagers and a reason of something to boast off. Yes! Sex is no longer a taboo; it's caught the imagination of love that so far was untouched by the lust.

Let's plunge a little deeper. Philosophically speaking, 'kaam' is something that keeps you busy in this world making you forget the actual purpose of your life - the higher purpose - self-realisation. But then there are these spiritual gurus who are often linked to controversies which aren't good enough to be mentioned here. It all seems so entangled. The answers are difficult. To rise above the instincts is saintly but then the saints too get caught in this jungle of want and greed. Perhaps, what you could make of it is that love is sans such compulsions and it's the lust prevalent all around for love is of the subtle and lust of the physical. For these many years, physical satisfaction is ruling our lives and subtle remains obscure.

I'm sure if there were some clock which could tell your chronological age, I would perhaps be the oldest since I so feel that I donot belong here where sizes matter and sheen of the skin decides partners. All that talk of inner beauty seems only talk to be talked of and nothing else. Lies so furnished in boasting of sex life and sex so linked to lies that makes or mars one's life; now I feel the title somewhere is apt for this piece. What do you think?