A for apple
B for...B for ....BUM.
that's how Indian males grow up as toddlers.
Their amazing fascination for that part of our body we have been created with, to serve a useful purpose.
Convent schooled kids get this very much into their lingo. Kids call their moms,'Bum',when irritated.Some moms keep trying to incorporate words like tomato,potato into their children's vocabulary to be used while yelling at each other...
To no avail.They finally end their arguments with a resounding,'BUM'.
Songs like 'Bum,bum bolay..'from our movies hit the charts.'Three idiots' director unconsciously exposed his fetish for bums in one of his songs, the guys colorfully exposed.
Maybe one more hit movie will come up with the song 'bum maaro bum...'
This strange pursuit crosses class barriers.Whether it's the Mumbai overcrowded locals or buses teeming with lecherous men,leering at the the most ordinary looking girl...trying hard to grasp their bottoms,or even the intellectual,bespectacled middle aged company executive staring hard at the glam hostess in midair..struggling to keep his hands to himself,while she breezes past him in the aisle.
It's really the rowdy northern bhaiyyaji or some shady southern techie who'd eventually succeed in giving her bottom a pinch-to see whether she's real and not a barbie doll.If there's no reaction from her,give her another.
Persistent fellows.
The poor girl bears it with a grin,her smile unfazed and even manages to fold her hands in a namaste at the door even as these rascals brush past her.
Her teeth clenched, seething with anger within.
Brave woman.
Hope my fellow readers don't suffer from this strange malady.
You need urgent psychiatric treatment if you do!
