Desicritics Comments on Ten Things That Never Happen in Desi Erotic Stories

Comment by EcpAcZpiQIMTfqbBM

Mon, 9 Mar 2009 19:17:13 EDT

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Comment by EcpAcZpiQIMTfqbBM

Mon, 9 Mar 2009 19:16:41 EDT

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Comment by fahrrad

Sat, 7 Mar 2009 03:44:54 EST

Dies ist ein gro�er Ort. Ich m�chte hier noch einmal.

Comment by fahrrad

Sat, 7 Mar 2009 03:44:18 EST

Dies ist ein gro�er Ort. Ich m�chte hier noch einmal.

Comment by kaffir

Tue, 10 Feb 2009 00:33:44 EST

Aaman, going by the tone of your post ("ten things that never happen in desi erotic stories"), some lusty, uninhibited erotic writing a la Henry Miller (and his dalliance with Nin) seems more apropos than Arthur Miller's play about Salem Witch trials. Anyway, I was just pulling your leg, figuratively speaking. ;)

Comment by Aaman

Mon, 9 Feb 2009 21:54:27 EST

Also, the obvious reference to repressed sexuality ("The Crucible") evidently was perhaps too high-brow for some liberated individuals.

Comment by Aaman

Mon, 9 Feb 2009 21:52:23 EST

I guess some people don't see the eroticism of eggheads marrying hourglasses. Also, the obvious reference to repressed sexuality ("The Crucible") evidently was perhaps too high-brow for some liberated individuals. ('d be the first to admit though that my literary explorations are woefully inadequate, partly due to linguistic limitations - the Koka Shashtra sounds intriguing.

Comment by kerty

Mon, 9 Feb 2009 17:28:27 EST

Kaffir It is Henry does June and Savita. After all, his middle name is Valentine.

Comment by kaffir

Mon, 9 Feb 2009 17:12:24 EST

Oh Aaman, just curious. Did you have "Tropic of Cancer" in mind, or "Death of a Salesman" when you typed in Mr. Miller? Arthur, Henry - what's the difference? They're all the same. ;) :)

Comment by kaffir

Mon, 9 Feb 2009 16:57:24 EST

"it is telling.... when in #10 you picked up on the slumdog diarrhea but failed to acknowledge the indian references made earlier?" - Duh!! Of course, Dorothy and Oz are so Indian. My mistake. :) And what can I say? If reading such an obvious attempt at pretentiousness and name-dropping causes verbal diarrhea, it's hardly my fault - maybe the writer needs to do some self-examination? No, not that kind of s-e. ;) BTW, why are you batting for Aaman (unless you're one and the same)?

Comment by temporal

Mon, 9 Feb 2009 16:24:56 EST

cs: leave him alone...he floats in another world;) kaffir: it is telling.... when in #10 you picked up on the slumdog diarrhea but failed to acknowledge the indian references made earlier? ;)

Comment by commonsense

Mon, 9 Feb 2009 16:16:18 EST

those of you who might have had to good fortune of missing that silly movie called "The Love Guru" can make amends for it by reading Kerty #6. And I thought he was simply a prophet; nope a prophet and a "love guru", or as they used to say, a two-in-one!

Comment by kaffir

Mon, 9 Feb 2009 14:26:04 EST

"The desi equivalent of Arthus(sic) Miller is still to arrive on the scene" = What Aaman? Yet another look at India via America? ;) Are you guys so ignorant of India or reluctant to mention it; and ever wonder how many of your intended readers would be familiar with Arthur Miller's works and your reference? Or is it just to show off how well-read you are? How about Koka Shastra?

Comment by PH

Mon, 9 Feb 2009 12:56:02 EST

Heh:) How abt.. (S)he moans a deity's name

Comment by temporal

Sun, 8 Feb 2009 20:37:34 EST

adding to the list * we never get to read "let's split the bamboo" the reference, in case it is misunderstood is to... [deleted - not suitable for mentally handicapped]

Comment by commonsense

Sun, 8 Feb 2009 17:06:40 EST

#6 (obviously!)yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn

Comment by kerty

Sun, 8 Feb 2009 16:49:15 EST

Sex is a base, biological, animalistic desire - on its own, it is part of the basest of our animal nature and lowest of human denominators. That is why sexual needs have to be coupled with something higher and nobler in order to liberate sex from its lowest denominators and make it respectable. Organs of sex also happens to be organs of excretion - same organs excrete all that is wasteful and undesirable for the human body. But nature has married those organs with organs of pleasure and reproduction - which are nobler functions and pursuits of human body. That is what nature has intended - to marry sex to the nobler functions and pursuits of humans. Love is the noblest of human emotion, the highest of human denominators. It has power to glue and elevate humanity out of the lowest denominators. So marriage between love and sex is an ideal match, a match made in heaven. Love becomes a liberating force. The problems occur when love becomes the mirror image of sex, a mere synonym of sex. Purely sexual culture has the power to pull the love down, and take it to the lowest denominators. That is why love has to be coupled with something higher, something unyielding, something that does not break or give in easily - Committment. Love sans committment no longer remains love, but degenerates to lowest human denominators, not worthy of celebration or patronage. When love is married off to committment, it delivers the full potentials of love, and society puts it on highest pedestal, and celebrates it with gusto. Can committment survive on its own? Societies have found that committment can not survive on its own unless it too is married off with something higher and nobler. It has to be married off to something sacred and divine and other-worldly. Thus all societies have come to certify the committment of men and women to love one another to be sacred and divine. That has been the foundation of civil society. Sex married to love, love married to committment, committment married to a divine union. And that is deemed worthy to be celebrated, put on a highest societal pedestal, we celebrate when love wins against adversities, we cheer when people fall in love, we make movies about them, and we get offended when lovers get attacked - we feel it as an attack on civilization, our core values. But all bets are off when love is not love, when it is just an excuse for sex, when love has nothing to do with committment.

Comment by Kerty

Sun, 8 Feb 2009 15:26:02 EST

Mastram does Mumbai. And everything in between. Staple of street book hawkers and blue collar ticket to smutopian escape, where women, not to be outdone by men, have orgasms by releasing their own 'water', and virgin readers, who are not likely to get laid until marriage, take it as gospel of sexology. It had people checking and wondering - where the hell is that 'water' that Mastrama wrote about? Much like myth of g-spot and women's orgasm, which are harder to disprove than woman releasing 'water' as orgasm. Never mind, it is a world of fantasy and arousal, where reality and facts have to take backseat to realm of hormones and senses, and good old fashioned sexual politics.

Comment by Aaman

Sun, 8 Feb 2009 14:22:17 EST

Thanks Aditi, We're looking forward to your entry:)

Comment by Aditi N

Sun, 8 Feb 2009 14:12:10 EST

My favorite "funny erorica" site is indiansex4u.com or something like that. It is friggin HILARIOUS. Aaman, I am adding a few to your list: 11. The woman you have your sexcapade with has vital statistics anything other than 42-26-38. 12. During an orgasm the couple will exclaim in sounds other than "Ahhhhhhh" or "OHHHHhhh" :) Loved this post. I'm only just a wee bit sad coz I wasn't the one who thought of writing this first. Is this your Valentine's Day contest entry Aaman? If so, I vote for you. Heehee.

Comment by Amitabh Mitra

Sun, 8 Feb 2009 14:01:21 EST

Ibne Safi BA was my favourite in the early seventies which had the right dose of erotica in his urdu detective novels and enjoyed in India and Pakistan.

Comment by BD

Sun, 8 Feb 2009 13:46:39 EST

heheheh, savita bhabhi, the proud practitioner of our Indian oral traditions... but, Aaman, other than Literotica and debonair, which other sites do you refer to?