And if it exists, it should persist at an all- time high. Now these orgasmic condom visuals halting the tidiest of evenings televising an opium snuffing Sherlock Holmes deep in thought unravelling a murder mystery or the saddest of news coverage showing how an overhasty hospital had in a devil-may-care approach declared a living baby dead, and so with clinical briskness consigned it to a plastic-sheathed grave, to a pop-eyed standstill; this act thrives in a cemented garden. Condoms, in a Developing Country as ours (a politically correct way of saying Third World, despite our integrated association with Trump!) have to be flaunted. Reason: how else would we educate the masses on birth-control?! Would not ads of this genre do away with long-lasting queues at abortion clinics?! Our population bursting from the seams, and so the-much-needed instructive visual manual that can be viewed and processed by one and all. For the poor illiterates—prisoners of birth—toiling away as labourers, to catch again and again, empty-stomach energised by a diet of powdered tobacco, flicked handily out of sachet, providing them the high to bear those bricks, while salaciously whetting their appetite lunging at the first available person—perhaps relieving herself in an open space—to use their manhood on; in this burgeoning blinded state it is insignificant if the need has to be derived from a one year old gurgling baby or a dim-eyed, sixty-something first-time grandmä. (Flute glass clinking sorts, too, prone to do so since these promos perforate the mind.) 16th December marked five years of the Nirbhaya horror...And each morning the paper reels off more rapes that have been reported by the dozens making one wonder what ails our nation?! A country living in an over-sexed, hypersexual climate gone goatish, randy and wanton... cutting across class barriers. Aah, a point that slipped the mind, labourers and hired-hands may definitely not have TVs but are in a possession of Mobiles and despite being unlettered know how to upload TV entertainment and are well-versed with how to rewind and replay performances of their pleasure. Reference here is to the Show-Business of condoms; the over-suggestive contraceptives, that they by no means, are going to buy, despite what pro-condom campaigners are taking to the roads for. Breeding like rabbits continues uninterrupted—might one say with added manforce, emulating the skin-flick. These pro and anti condom camps happened to come up since the government has taken tentative steps to, in the seeable future, ban the screening of such horny commercials from 6 am to 10 pm.
As a side note, long-lasting condoms not to be on one’s wish-list letter to Father Nicholas; cannot have him choke on his eggnog. To one and all, a very Merry Christmas!
Dr Renée Ranchan writes on socio-psychological issues, quasi-political matters and concerns that touch us all