Here's proof why India needs to talk about sex
If your parents ever uttered the word "sex" in your presence, chances are you don't belong to the unfortunate majority of Indians who grow up listening to the birds and the bees story or, worse, who are introduced to the idea of basic intercourse, and even condoms through pornography.
Well, for those who didn't ever receive sex education, one video from the internet archives hits home.
And it's more than proof that India needs to talk about sex.
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I'm single. Not a slut
Picture this. I am standing butt naked in a large hospital room, miles away from Delhi. My face is bluish green because of three asthma attacks in a span of three days that led to the sudden postponement of my Bangalore trip. My hands are swollen from continuous IV drips and steroid injections. My eyes puffy. My breathing intermittent. Sponging me are two women – an ayah in her mid 50s and a nurse, a 20-something Malayali in an olive uniform, who tells me how she can’t wait to join her spouse in Saudi. I can't help but think about the unfortunate fate of many women from her native state who are married to men they hardly ever see. Except on holidays. The ayah is a Kannadiga – her husband is a drunkard, and occasionally lives with a younger woman.
She is infertile. They have tried. She has failed.
And yet, as these two women wipe my privates using a warm sponge, the room full of the heady aroma of antiseptic, they express disbelief at how I am still single at 37. They even suggest I meet an astrologer at the earliest. In times like these, I need a husband – I can't afford to have my greying father fly down to firefight my health crisis.
As I slip into a knee-length, pink-striped gown, I watch the two women chatter among themselves, their eyebrows painfully slanted. One of them frowns, "You don’t look 37, but a woman’s body is known to lie. Don’t delay things further. Having a child will get tough also."
The ayah sighs. Read more here.