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Pravin Kumar
Age: 64 Zodiac: 
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 Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 2:05 pm |
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Many of our own great sports heroes like to fool around with starlets, stars, and starry eyed models, but you hardly hear our women doing the same; I wonder whether its because we Indians are a tad too possessive of our women under the guise of ‘Indian culture’?
A couple of years ago, a certain shopping mall in Delhi, decided to install kissing mannequins inside their store, with a placard around their necks saying, ’Kiss me please.’ Men, both young and not so young, accompanied by their wives and girl friends visited the store to enter a contest to see how good a kisser they were.
A kisso-meter was installed that was able to gauge the intensity of the kiss, and as the kissers kissed, they were lustily cheered by their wives and girl friends.
As I looked at those photographs at that time, and especially the ones of the loyal cheering women, a mischievous thought came into my mind; I wondered what the reaction would be if a male mannequin had been installed for women to kiss.
Now imagine a wife coming home after winning the ‘Best Kisser’ prize. “Goodnight dear,” she tells her husband.
“Goodnight,” he says grumpily, “so no goodnight kiss for me anymore huh? Now that you’ve kissed another man, I’m not good enough huh?”
“Ofcourse you’re good enough,” says his wife, giving him an affectionate peck on the forehead. The husband looks at her angrily. “Did you kiss him on the forehead too?”
“No silly, I had to kiss him on the mouth. That’s what the contest rules said.”
“You kissed his lips! Were they better than mine? They must have been since you won the contest! How come I’ve never felt such passion?”
“Dearest it was only a contest,” says the wife now a little worried.
“Did you put your arm round him?” asks the husband, standing up and glaring.
“Well I had to,” says the wife hesitatingly, “that was the only way I could get a grip, since the plastic mannequin couldn’t put an arm around me!”
“Enough!” shouts the man, “you don’t have to rub it in. Did anybody see you kissing? Was there a crowd? What if our neighbours saw you? What if my office people saw both of you at it? What will they say when they meet me tomorrow? That you were seen kissing another man?”
“Not a man, a mannequin,” whispers his wife.
“Man, mannequin or monkey,” shouts the distraught husband. “What does it matter? I’ve always known what kind of woman you are; that given the smallest chance you would be smooching around. And now you’ve got the first prize! How much practice have you had before? I’m going to call your parents tomorrow. I’m going to call my lawyer. Let him draw the divorce papers, I don’t need no loose women in this house..!”.
And that dear readers is why our beautiful women hide behind burqas we men have stitched for them, they’re scared they’ll be branded ‘loose’ because of our insecurity..! 8][/size]
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