Porn: Crucifixion to Resurrection

It was like any other day. Boring. Life’s been like that for the last decade since I got kicked outta college.

I overheard two teenaged girls whispering standing next to me in the Metro & it all changed. Boring transcended into tragic. In that moment I was reading Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms. The day turned into A Farewell to Porn.

For the rest of the ride back home I was in a reverie. I went back 18 years, the first occasion I got the glimpse of this mystical thing. I was 16. It was in a boarding school. Long before I watched "The video" I had seen adult magazines like debonair & chastity and some crude material a.k.a made in India kind. I also remembered one of my most aesthetic memory of porn. I was in my first year of university. There was a bunch of us desi boys living on rent in the shadiest suburb in Melbourne: the Footscray. I walked into the living room & saw one of those films playing on our ancient television. All the boys sitting, watching & smoking in serene silence reminiscent to that of a church. Misty clouds of smoke & reverence filled the room. The calmness with which everyone was watching the baby-making process has remained crystal in my memory even 15 years later.  

I always thought porn was immortal or at least I never thought it can be killed by one arbitrary decree by some government unless I move down-town Afghanistan.

I was wrong. Porn was shot dead in broad daylight.

I can’t speak for someone else so I will speak for me. What these videos have done for me is to keep me from lying to girls. Telling them ‘I love you’ because I want to screw them. It doesn’t let me confuse lust with love. It lets me stay clear of relationships for sex. It keeps me away from dingy, unorganized red light areas & away from AIDS, syphilis & gonorrhea.

We gotta educate ourselves that porn isn't for education, it's for entertainment without hurting anyone’s emotions. And if you're aware of child pornographic sites, raise an alarm. 

Millions are standing up against porn & things they don’t like (to accept in open). I don’t know who you millions are, but I know you’re phoneys who watch porn-over-popcorn & then backstab it because you’re ashamed of something you shouldn’t be.

Is there no man who in some crooked way became a molester or worse a rapist after watching adult videos. I’m dead sure there are plenty of those lost souls. Shouldn’t we rather find them, imprison them & help them to be reformed. Everyone deserves a second chance.

If we ban porn for that crooked bunch then we can ban cars, airplanes, trains, all modes of transport as all of them cause fatal accidents. Stay home, stay ignorant. Ban love marriages as there have been noted cases of violence & divorce. Ban all schools & colleges as some have been found to be fraudulent. Embrace illiteracy. Ban all hospitals as some have quacks (fake doctors). And let everyone die.

These generalizations are the reason Indira Gandhi’s assassination resulted in 1984 riots. Because a few Sikhs killed Indira, we, like lunatics, butchered all the Sikhs we could find. We shouted we're fighting fire with fire. I like to fight fire with water. An eye for an eye makes everyone blind and fighting fire with fire turns the whole world into ashes. 

Then there's this whole horse-shit about porn violating Indian culture. All these people must break free from that big fat rock they’ve been buried under. Even these Neanderthals must have heard, seen & read about the legendary text Kamasutra, sculptures at Khajuraho & the nanga sadhus. 

We can’t kiss in open as it offends people. We can’t make love with someone we love unless we marry them ostentatiously wasting millions in an over-lit, kitschy, mind-dead celebration with people we have never met before or want to ever meet again. Now the government wants to take away the right to sit in peace in our room & watch re-runs of Sunny Leone’s old videos over a cold beer. Don’t ya think we deserve that much without offending someone who isn't even in our room.

People are scared to say what they want. People are so scared to be who they’re. Here’s what my heart tells me whenever I'm lost. “The trouble isn’t not knowing what you want to be. The trouble is becoming someone you never wanted to be. The trouble is never having the freedom or guts to be who you really want to be.” A nation that is too scared to give that freedom to its citizens is robbing its people of the most fundamental right, a right, if stolen, makes life worthless.

Another issue I want to uphold is women's right to watch porn {no, I'm not being glib}. Even if I buy all the imaginary claims of boys watching porn & molesting girls. Girls aren’t molesting anyone after watching porn. Are they? Then why infringe their right to watch it. 

After several incidents of wee-hour crimes against the girls emerged, the commissioner advised the girls to "not stay out late" to avoid any untoward incident. Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher retorted "Doesn't it make better sense to ask the men to "not stay out late" as they're the troublemakers, not the girls."

Already girls in this country have no rights. It seems all they’re born to do is look pretty & make {pretty} babies. What arrant waste of darn amazing species.

Anyway, government realised the grave folly in its rushed & under duress call & retracted. I hail that decision. We all make mistakes, but it is about learning from them & coming back stronger. The government has shown it isn’t afraid to accept when it is wrong. It is the sign of great strength, not weakness. Total respect.

P.S. Did you notice the uncanny similarity between Porn’s crucifixion (August 2nd) & resurrection (August 5th) with Jesus Christ’s murder on Good Friday & resurrection on Easter Sunday. A religion was born out of Jesus’s coming back from the dead. Another is born with porn’s return from the ashes. It is one of freedom. Cherish it, it isn’t a privilege, it must be earned & it must be treated with utmost respect. Never take freedom for granted because if you blink, it will be snatched.