It was nice to see youth try out the basic Indian Culture called Kamasutra in a Central Park at Cannuaght Place just beside Indian Flag. So proud I felt when I first visited this place not knowing about this place as being the saviour of age old Indian Culture.
I hate moral policing but these people should have their own morals to know that they are not paying any respect to Indian Flag by practicing this Sutra in front of foreign visitors who come to India after hearing about its rich heritage and culture. I wonder what they must be thinking. Even the writer of Kamasutra "Vatsyana" must be cursing himself for giving India this creation. Look we are 130 crores and counting, practicing his teachings, only teachings that we have taken seriously. Forget about Gandhi, Bhagat Singh, Vivekananda but Vatsayana rocks.....ok fine people dont even know his name but follow his practices for sure...
I hate moral policing but these people should have their own morals to know that they are not paying any respect to Indian Flag by practicing this Sutra in front of foreign visitors who come to India after hearing about its rich heritage and culture. I wonder what they must be thinking. Even the writer of Kamasutra "Vatsyana" must be cursing himself for giving India this creation. Look we are 130 crores and counting, practicing his teachings, only teachings that we have taken seriously. Forget about Gandhi, Bhagat Singh, Vivekananda but Vatsayana rocks.....ok fine people dont even know his name but follow his practices for sure...
Our love birds often write their names on rich heritages with stones. A foreigner asked a guide "why are so many love stories engraved on walls in India?". No no my foreigner friends.. "Pappu loves Reshma" or "Raju loves Lovely"with a shape of heart in between are not renowned love stories.
But desi love stories are found in every corner and every heart of Indian people. "Vicky loves Rinky" but "Rinky loves Ricky" and "Ricky loves Sweety"... so many complicated love stories but one thing is for sure that they will marry on where there horoscopes match...so Indian you see....
But desi love stories are found in every corner and every heart of Indian people. "Vicky loves Rinky" but "Rinky loves Ricky" and "Ricky loves Sweety"... so many complicated love stories but one thing is for sure that they will marry on where there horoscopes match...so Indian you see....
Indian love stories start from heart and end with horoscopes and religions... I wonder who sees the caste, religion or age of a person while loving. You dont carry your complete bio-data and apply for a post of lover.
Imagine this "Hi, I am Raju. I am hereby applying for the post of boy friend in your life. Here is my complete bio-data along with my career objectives"...
We love to complicate things, we can destroy lives of people but we cant destroy age old customs and traditions. We are so much concerned with what people would say that we are quietly climbing the charts for being the most populous country in the world.
You love someone, you feel compatible about it, to hell with your caste, religion, age... just marry that person. Its your life. you gotta live not this society....
Self proclaimed saviors of Indian culture find it western in celebrating Valentines Day... yah we believe in spreading love each day... look at our population...
Then there are Khaps... you know these people have their own laws for punishing the culprits who marry in the same caste... be it prading a girl nude in the whole village or gang raping her in the pretext of punishment.. some even burn them alive... so Indian I tell you... yah we celebrate Navratras too... our tribute to the women from whose womb we came...This is the real hypocrisy of Indian society hidden in the veils of Indian Culture....
Sorry, babaji got serious for few lines.... but dont you agree with this? Respect for this country is of foremost importance, this is our real identity "Indian"....but dont allow your hypocrisy to hide behind the great Indian Culture.. dont disgrace its purity....
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