Homosexuality and the Urban Indian Male
This human-computer hybrid gets the raw end of the stick. For you see, this ungodly hybrid has a bio-chemical apparatus that is operating on it's own blissfully unaware of the owner's predicament. Humans exist with only one objective and that is to reproduce, but these hybrids are taught about the sun and stars and left to figure out the pointy thing between their legs on their own. Since the author is male, you'll sadly only get to hear only one side of the urban nightmare.
So what is this damaged hybrid to do, armed with a mighty computer processor and no female. Did you know, there are several hundreds of males just like the author who turn to webcams in search of intimacy. And of course one of the rules of the internet is that there ARE no females on the internet (there might be, but they are far outnumbered). This just leaves a bunch of horny Indian urban males with webcams and interconnectivity.
I guess, you know where this leads to. Homosexuality for convenience, is what it's called. It doesn't matter if you're an Android techie or a sublime Java programmer, you still have an animal's heart beating inside you. Constantly being bombarded with the female anatomy in various poses of sexual fulfilment on television, in the street bilboards and the internet sets the carnal desire on fire. As an individual, you are just stuck with yourself fighting to control your inner demons(or is that the real you?) and pretending to be part of this modern civilization.
The urban elites are miming the western societies and as we traverse down the social order, the miming becomes weaker and weaker just like you keep taking the xerox of a xerox. Copies of copies faintly resemble the original. So we have this concept of 'dating', borrowed from our white overlords and implemented only in certain segments of the elites. Here, we have a clash between the Indianness and the aggressive cultural invasion of the 'freedom of the west'. Amidst all this confusion, the Indian male animal gets to be a spectator with liberal women flaunting their sexuality and promiscuity while the females that are in proximity do not entertain any such tendencies.
A carnal paradox inside an insane nightmare.
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