A Case of Mistaken Identity
Across the street where I live, on North Usman Road, there is a cluster of shops — a cigarette/tea stall, a wine shop, a pharmacy, a photo studio and so on. Needless to say, I go there almost every day, even though crossing North Usman Road is the toughest challenge any human can face. If you want to test someone’s reflexes, just push him across during peak hours. Maybe the Army should consider setting up recruitment camps along the road and ask aspiring soldiers to sprint to the other side in 30 seconds during rush time. Anyway, the road deserves a separate post.
Back to the shops. My first halt is the wine shop, where I pick up a quarter bottle of whisky. Next is the cigarette shop. Once in a while, I stop at the shop between the two — the pharmacy. There, I buy a container of — now don’t laugh — Liv. 52 tablets. While waiting at the pharmacy, I have often noticed, through the corner of my eye, a red telephone booth hanging on its wall. “Quite stylish,” I remember telling myself, “others have yellow booths, but this one has red.”
This evening, I stopped at the pharmacy for my quota of Liv. 52. The attendant was preoccupied, so I had to wait for a while, and that’s when, for the first time, I had a proper look at the red booth. There were instructions: “1. Insert a five rupee coin. 2. Turn the lever in the direction as indicated. 3. Collect the condom.”
I had always heard of condom vending machines, but this was the first time I was seeing one. The box bore the four-lion stamp, indicating that the government of India had a hand in putting it there. Then I read the declaration of the joint venture: “Ministry of Health and Hindustan Latex Limited.”
To me, the vending machine is a healthy sign and a departure from the ostrich-like attitude: the government is acknowledging that people have sex and that it is not a taboo, and since they are having sex, they might as well have safe sex.
But why put it outside a chemist shop where condoms are available anyway? Perhaps the idea is to tell people where to look for condoms even after the shop shuts for the night. For most Indian men, the need for condoms is more likely to arise during those hours.
Well Biswanth this is the new face of India I guess we all have to put up with it, this is what the youth of India want these days isn’t it they want to become ultra modern. Disregard all values they were taught and become westernised well we can thank Bollywood movies, convent schools, idiotic role models of India like Shah Ruk Khan and corrupt officials for the slow but steady death of Indian culture right before our own eyes.
My cousins recetly visited India from abroad and were shocke with the level of westernisation that has occured in India. They felt embarassed at the level of freedom youth here are given both girls and guys to roam about at all hours of night even they don’t have this much freedom.
India may be advancing in other things but its culture is rapidly vanishing something we should all be ashamed off.
Well Biswanth this is the new face of India I guess we all have to put up with it, this is what the youth of India want these days isn’t it they want to become ultra modern. Disregard all values they were taught and become westernised well we can thank Bollywood movies, convent schools, idiotic role models of India like Shah Ruk Khan and corrupt officials for the slow but steady death of Indian culture right before our own eyes.
My cousins recetly visited India from abroad and were shocke with the level of westernisation that has occured in India. They felt embarassed at the level of freedom youth here are given both girls and guys to roam about at all hours of night even they don’t have this much freedom.
India may be advancing in other things but its culture is rapidly vanishing something we should all be concerned about.
oops, sorry i commented twice. I thought my first comment didn’t make it across.
sj,
On the note of your cousins coming down — any of them women? If they are, are they from Saudi Arabia? If they are, are they like virgins? Because, you seem to have an itch at the wrong place. I hear they are the solution. Try them. No condoms though.
SJ/Musafir/whatevernick – first rule of troliing or hate commenting is to never mix up your multiple personalities.
Nilu for your information they are both girls, they are from Australia and yes I screwed your mum with one and she liked it a lot. You seem to have got of the topic as you normally do, maybe you should try your sister I heard she is easy.
By girls, you mean women right? Because there may be a legal hassle.
Am sure you enjoyed the sex with your cousins and members of my family. But isn’t that like against Tamil culture?
Yes Nilu they are women, well seems like you have a bad character another corrupt son of Chennai.
Interesting. When you have sex, I get to have bad character?
We should really extend this analogy and you must let me sleep with your cousins[1]. By this logic, I would get sex and you would get bad character. Seems to be a good bargain. What do you say?
[1] — Regular people, please ignore the chauvinism in that statement. It is a matter of fact.
Hey man stop bringing my family in to the discussion, you uneccesarily did that and you got what you deserved you little sob. Again you have gotten of the topic at hand as usual.Maybe you should visit the red house if you are so agitated.
So, I should stop bringing your family in when you can’t find a retort? Very interesting. Why don’t you set a limit as to how many time you can bring my family in, so that I will know in advance that my limit is (n-2)?
I suggest you make n odd — simply because, I do not want either one of us to have the power of stopping at the crest. OK?