Last evening a couple of friends and i had gone to the beach. One of the most interesting things about our college is that we have a “private” beach, which is what the college brochure claims but is quite untrue. For one, there are a bunch of fishermen who stand on the shore with these loooong fishing lines, which we gotta duck everytime (i’m not complaining, its fun! And a private beach in a college full of muggers is a waste !)
There’s also the usual beach crowd here, couples looking to escape prying eyes. Which made me think how hard it is in India (and Bangalore especially) to find a quiet place to just sit and talk to a girl, without burning a hole in your pocket. Get within a metre of a half-decent looking girl in a public place and immediately you set the alarm bells ringing and the moral police (consisting mostly of overweight aunties and chronic letchers) comes running to rescue (in their opinion) a “damsel in distress”. Its almost as if these people have nothing better to do (which is actually the case with the above mentioned) than enforce upon a rebellous world a rule they believe in – “You can’t hav a life!”
Lay a hand on a girl and immediately you’ll be branded an opportunist and she a slut. Its weird that our society ignores what’s obvious, choosing instead to stick with tried and tested TRADITION which is basically another way of saying ” we didn’t have this when we were your age sonny, so just lay off the fun, ok?”.
Its quite alright though. Perhaps the persecution makes it all the more exciting - to lay boundaries is to see them crossed. Perhaps our relationship with the moral police is purely symbiotic, neither can survive without the other. And it IS fun to see the shock on their faces when their “rules” are broken…
The dark privacy of theaters past, the coffee was too good to last, Underneath all this pretence, we’re just two souls seeking comfort… We’ve learnt to run away from them, to duck and hide all this while.. But isn’t it lovely when tomorrow comes, we could simply be together…not having to worry who’s around .. and just lose ourselves in each other ?
