The offspring has taken to cooking in a big way. I cannot explain it. I have been no role model to him of any efficiency in the kitchen, the max I have extended my ability to produce Maa Ke Haath ka khaana has been dal chawal in a pinch when the cook is on leave and even then, at times, this has been occasion to indulge in the hedonism of ordering in. In fact, I have been known to say the offspring will grow up nostalgic for Maa ke haath ka two minute noodles, so abysmal are my cooking skills.
The husband is quite lost in the kitchen too. He might meander in for a bottle of water, or a drink of whatever carbonated beverage or juice he can locate in the refrigerator but beyond that he is quite at odds in that space, have grown up believing it to be a woman’s preserve and then still reconciling himself to the sad fact that he married a woman who absolutely refused to make it hers.
The offspring though, took to the kitchen completely on his own, with zero encouragement from me, given I barely enter its hallowed premises myself. When he was a toddler, he would sit on the kitchen platform and offer to whip his own scrambled egg. More whipped egg landed on assorted surfaces in the kitchen than actually making it into the frying pan, but he persevered. As he grew, he forayed occasionally into the kitchen, but not too often. But last year, a switch was flicked on and he found himself in the kitchen, more often that I would have thought a teen boy would have wanted to. It began innocuously enough, by making a general nuisance of himself and coming dangerously underfoot whenever the cook was trying to whip up a meal in the limited time that she had. It then morphed to mega levels of pulling out recipes from the internet, trundling off to the stores and returning home with armloads of groceries he needed and then force feeding us his experiments.
We weren’t complaining. He was rather good, actually. He has churned out, so far, Caramelised Apple Crepes, Chicken Biryani, Chicken Do Piaza, a Miso Soup with Tofu and Greens, Curd Rice, Chocolate Shahi Tukda and a lot more that I forget in the listing. Our praise has been lavish and extravagant to the point of being toe curlingly embarrassing if one were at the receiving end of it. He glows. A dear friend told me the other day that men who cook are “confident and sorted.” That line made me glow.
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And finally, who stole my libido?
I read, with wonder and amazement, about women who barely deliver one offspring and bingo, are toting another growing mass of cells in utero barely the first is out of diapers and into pull ups. As for me, I was the creature in The Exorcist every time the spouse reached out a trembling tentative hand in my direction through the first year. The general spouse bait for nooky had always been reach out and tweak the nipples, and god help him, these nipples were sore and tired and had gone to sleep thank you very much.
Think about it. You spend the better part of 12 of 24 hours having a child dangling from one breast, and god help you if said child has sharp gums or is teething, the remaining 12 hours go in either trying to catch up on your sleep in short bursts in the manner cats made popular, or catch up on domestic tasks that seem to pile up and loom over one’s head in the most threatening Sword of Damocles manner.
Sex? Who had the time, energy, inclination for it. I had a headache so permanent I seriously thought the guillotine would be the only cure for it. I was so exhausted that I couldn’t be sure I hadn’t fallen asleep on my feet, to add to this recipe for disaster, the child was in the bedroom and one was, constantly one eye turned in his direction, wondering if he would suddenly decide to shoot past all milestones and stand up in his screen blocked cot to catch the action live, metaphorically speaking, and get his earliest introduction to the birds and the bees. That was sure-fire dampener to any lustful thoughts that might cross my mind after the feeding, changing, disinfecting and later, when we moved off the breast onto the bottle, sterilising, making the formula, pureeing, collecting spoonfuls spat out in clear demonstration of baby superiority over harried adult.
The statistics bear me out, 90 per cent of women report a drop in libido post partum. No official statistics could find for this which was India specific, but random dipstick poll, which mainly comprised SMSing friends (this was the age of innocence before Whatsapp had infiltrated our phones with daily inspirational messages on groups which were basically happiness on steroids plus added dose of street crack) with offspring and asking when they’d gotten back to nooky after popping their sprogs, elicited the definite conclusion that if left to them, never, but most concurred they mostly did the down and dirty after much plea bargaining from their spouses, and then too, were lie down, play possum, and double check the contraception. According to what I read on the internet, many women reported a dip in their libido for as long as years post delivery. As for me, I was convinced the kid would leave for college before I would return with any modicum of enthusiasm to my wifely duties.
It isn’t getting back one’s libido after childbirth, no matter what they tell you. If you’ve had a C-sec, your stitches are going to be vocal and violent about any pressure on them, if you’ve had a natural delivery, there are tears of various degrees and episiotomies playing spoilsport. Hormones too play their bit, making the new mother focus all her attention on the mewling newborn, leaving most fathers standing on the sidelines watching their partners start a completely new affair of the heart, with someone whom she can lift with one hand and a toothless grin. Occasionally, there’s PPD which is a bad demon to deal with when you’re already dealing with a squalling newborn, who is the most demanding, exhausting, draining thing put on the planet to make sure you earn, really earn, your maternal lines of wisdom along with those stretch marks on your abdomen.
Which brings me to the abdomen. After childbirth. A hot air balloon collapsed and lying on a mucky field. Perfect. Now who would want to make love to that. That is how every new mom feels when she gets into a bathroom and looks at her newly delivered body post childbirth. Which is why, for the sanity of all concerned, full length mirrors should be covered up with cloth, nailed in, and this goes for rest of the mirrors in the house as well. Seeing one’s deflated abdomen in the mirror the morning post delivery can be traumatic experience, especially when one has had an abdomen flat enough to show off in cropped tops and low waist jeans pre-pregnancy.
First time moms I read, take at least six months, to get back into their groove, so to speak, regarding sex. The average time taken for all first time moms to get back to a regular sexual routine is three months as I read up, but the most scary finding was perhaps that most women were still having less frequent sex up to twelve months post delivery, and for some moms I spoke with it lasted as long as four years. Six weeks post partum is traditionally the hands off period according to most gynaecologists and obstetricians anyway. It allows the uterus to shrink back to its pre pregnancy size, for the stitches and incisions to heal. Some doctors give their patients nooky go ahead only when the lochia stops, that’s the post partum bleeding which is basically nine months of having no periods made up for all at once, and damn, why did no one prepare me for these rivers of blood that would be pouring out of my body for what seemed like weeks and weeks, and so much of it that I was amazed I was still able to totter around without collapsing or needing blood transfusions.
So put together body issues, hormones on the PPD rollercoaster, a stomach that flaps to its own tune, an infant that demands hourly feedings, diapers that need to be changed, and stitches that need to heal and lochia that refuses to stop flowing, and goodness gracious, who could even want to have sex in the midst of all this.
But, take a deep breath, as one who has been there, done that, worn the t-shirt, never mind the let down staining the front, take it from me, it will come back. Slow and steady. And then all at once. You just need to be patient. And do not under any circumstances look at yourself naked in the mirror until it does.
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Cough, cough, may I draw your attention to book number 13 on the list.
1. We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Genre: Non-fiction/ Feminism
What we love: Feminism is a term that catches many people off-guard these days. Some women profess to espouse it freely while others are dubious at the label and wonder if it is something they should acquire. In this short, yet powerful book, based on Adichie’s TED talk on the same subject, she clearly, proudly and elegantly explains why we should all be feminists, irrespective of gender, nationality or background. This is a book we should all read.
2. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
Genre: Speculative Fiction
What we love: The Canadian writer and novelist, Atwood, is hailed for her scintillating word play and her focus on strong female characters. This particular book is especially relevant because it speaks of a dystopian near-future where women are subjugated and oppressed. How the women overthrow the chains of patriarchy forms the central premise and it’s something women everywhere can understand.
3. Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard by Kiran Desai
What we love: Reviewers of this book unanimously agree that what makes this book stand apart is the hysterical attention to satire and humour. If you’re in the market for a light-hearted read about a young boy, Sampath, caught between a band of alcoholic monkeys and a group of annoyed villagers, then this one’s for you.
4. The Palace of Illusions by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
What we love: Draupadi is one of the strongest characters in the Mahabharata but very few writers have done justice to that role the way Divakaruni does in this splendid book. With every page, every turn and every agonising moment of indecision and strength, we stand with Draupadi in solidarity. The author breathes magic into the reader’s soul with writing that is flawless, vivid and so stunning that you will be left breathless at the end.
5. Bossypants by Tina Fey
Genre: Memoir/ Humour
What we love: Fans of the show ’30 Rock’ will be familiar with the sarcastic wit and off-the-cuff humour that is Tina Fey’s trademark style. That’s precisely what she brings to her first book and boy, does she do a fabulous job of it too! Fey is completely comfortable in her skin and it’s the classic case of ‘What you see is what you get’. That always strikes a chord with the reader. Pick up this book. You won’t regret it.
6. Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
What we love: Crime, deception, betrayal, marriage- this book is about all of this and more. But the true strength lies in the writing. Fast-paced, ingenious and so skillful in execution that the reader is left gasping at the twists and turns. Flynn manages to hook the reader from the get go. If you’re a fan of crime thrillers replete with dysfunctional characters and a devious plot line, this one’s for you.
7. Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear by Elizabeth Gilbert
Genre: Writing/ Self help
What we love: Most people know Elizabeth Gilbert by her iconic bestseller, ‘Eat, Pray, Love’, which was turned into a Hollywood film. But it is Big Magic, written a decade after that book, that gives us a clear insight into the immersive fount that propels this writer forward. Consider it a self-help book on how to reach into the recesses of your creative self and move forward motivated by curiosity and not fear.
8. Chocolat by Joanne Harris
What we love: The delicious tale of a chocolatier, Vianne Rocher, who arrives in a sleepy French village is layered with the theme of temptation struggling against societal strictures. A gently stirred romance gives readers a taste of Harris’ brilliant storytelling prowess. By literally teasing their taste buds with chocolate, the protagonist helps the other characters explore feelings that they’ve kept hidden for far too long. Culinary fans and those who enjoy chocolate with a touch of intensity, this is a book you’d adore.
9. Mrs. Funnybones by Twinkle Khanna
What we love: Twinkle Khanna has taken the parenting space by storm with her witty, tongue-in-cheek columns on the frank and rather trying experiences of being a mum. The thing that clicks with the readers is how she bridges the gap between the A-listers and the regular parent, through honest portrayals of daily life. Somewhere, a mum feels comforted knowing that she isn’t the only one who feels this way. If you’re looking for a light-hearted page turner, this book should be on your shelf.
10. The Gift of Failure by Jessica Lahey
Genre: Parenting/ Education
What we love: Failure is a word that is anathema to parents everywhere, because it apparently signifies that we’ve not fulfilled our parenting duties. In this eye-opening book, Lahey, an educator and writer, speaks from personal experience, using little anecdotes and actual incidents to teach us that failure is, in fact, a good thing. Letting our kids fail is the best thing we can do for them. Don’t miss this one!
11. Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri
Genre: Fiction, short stories
What we love: Jhumpa Lahiri blazed onto the literary stage with this stunning debut of short stories. A couple with a troubled marriage who find themselves talking inadvertently when there is a power outage, a young man who goes to America with his new bride, a little Indian girl in New England who forms an unlikely friend in a Pakistani visitor to her house, a Caucasian woman who has an affair with an older Indian man, these stories are perfectly crafted. As women, we are forever curious about our identities and our personal growth, which is why this book asks interesting questions of this journey.
12. Furiously Happy by Jenny Lawson
Genre: Mental Health
What we love: Have you ever seen someone battling depression and mental illness? Jenny has, and does everyday when she looks into the mirror. You’d think a book about mental illness would be depressing but the Bloggess, as she is known, takes depression and anxiety, turns them inside out, on their head and laughs uproariously at them. You’ll find yourself awed and humbled by the resilience of this woman.
13. The Face At The Window by Kiran Manral
What we love: Known for her romance novels, Kiran Manral broke form with her foray into the horror genre with this book. Horror isn’t easy to write, no matter how easy Stephen King makes it sound. It takes a certain talent to make the reader’s skin crawl, cause goosebumps to erupt and make the hair stand on end. Manral does a wonderful job of this with her descriptive prose. You may be forgiven for never keeping the drapes open at your window again, after you’ve read this book.
14. Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty
Genre: Suspense/ Thriller
What we love: Currentlt a leading HBO television series, Big Little Lies is one of Moriarty’s most-loved dark comedies. It speaks of the bond among three mothers Jane, Madeline and Celeste. The thread that ties them together is the fragile one of domestic abuse survivors peppered with a sprinkling of humour that the author manages to pull off without seeming flippant. From ex-husbands to second wives, infidelity to abuse, this book tells us how it’s the little lies that can grow slowly to become truly lethal.
15. Chain of Custody by Anita Nair
Genre: Mystery/ Crime fiction
What we love: In the second of the Inspector Gowda novels, Anita Nair taker the readers into the dark underbelly of the child trafficking ring that is the cosmopolitan city of Bengaluru. In a world where everyone from the uber rich to the pimps on the street have each other in their pockets, Gowda appears as a breath of fresh air. His detective skills are noteworthy while his human side is brought to the fore in the rekindling of passion with his college sweetheart. The book’s strength lies in the unflinching way Nair explores a difficult theme while maintaining the dignity of the protagonist amidst the grime.
16. The Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling
Genre: Fantasy/ Fiction
What we love: If you haven’t been living under a rock, you’d have heard of the boy wizard, Harry Potter and his life at Hogwarts. Contrary to belief, this isn’t just a series for children. Rowling’s prose is at once splendid and evocative, letting the readers drown themselves in a world of magic, mysticisim, witches, wizards and muggles. Get the entire box set of 7 novels. It’s worth it!
17. Lean in by Sheryl Sandberg
Genre: Non-Fiction/ Leadership
What we love: In what can only be described as a global movement, the COO of Facebook, Sheryl Sandberg, wrote a powerful manifesto on the need to bridge the gender gap in the workplace. Drawing from her own life as an example and speaking of the support she had from her husband and partner, Dave, Sandberg makes a powerful case for ‘leaning in’ and how we must all do our bit to make this happen all the time.
What we love: This award-winning novel is not for the faint-hearted. Shriver dives deep into the psyche of a mother who must come to terms with the fact that her son, Kevin, has killed nine of his classmates in a school massacre. The letter-writing format of the book makes for a unique reading experience while exploring the themes of maternal guilt and the adversarial nature of the mother-son relationship. Proceed with caution.
19. White Teeth by Zadie Smith
What we love: This book holds the distinction of being in the TIME 100 best English novels from 1923 to 2005. Anyone who has ever been an immigrant or felt the pain of being in a country different from your origin, would relate to this one. Focusing on the lives of two old wartime friends- Archie Jones and Samad Iqbal- the book traces the themes of race, immigration and assimilation with effortless ease. What works for the book is the gentle satire mixed with the pathos of displacement.
20. When She Went Away by Andaleeb Wajid
Genre: Young Adult
What we love: A simple story of a family waking up to find that their mother has left them turns into an exploration of meaning and relationships. The beauty of this author’s writing is the instant connect that she manages to build through her simple but elegant prose. Author of over 9 novels, Wajid brings a certain flair to the YA category of fiction, at once elevating it to serious reading without taking away from the relatable nature of the story.
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One of the more exciting new assignments I’ve taken up recently is Ideas Editor with SheThePeople, and anchoring the Bombaywaali series of conversations. The first edition I anchored was held on Thursday April 27th, at Title Waves in Bandra, Mumbai to a packed house, and my guest was the very warm, witty and eloquent Tisca Chopra.
Here’s what Tisca spoke about:
Making it big in Bollywood doesn’t come easy. At SheThePeople.TV’s Bombaywaali event, actress Tisca Chopra spoke about her journey into filmdom and shared several anecdotes, some shocking and some hilarious.
Growing up in Noida, Delhi, moving to Bombay was a culture shock for her. Right from finding a place to live to navigating the streets of the city, Bombay was an entirely new experience for her.
On her first break:
The story of how she got her first film is also tied to her experience of finding a place to live in the city. Her first landlady was very bizarre, she says. She and the other landladies were all connected and would get together and gossip about their tenants. Tisca hadn’t told her that she was auditioning to be an actress. It so happened that she went to audition for a director who was the son of someone the landlady knew. When Tisca came back from the audition, she found the door locked. She could see the landlady’s feet through the door chain, but she didn’t answer. That night, Tisca slept on the steps outside the house. The landlady had found out about the audition and was upset. She and Tisca had a face-off for many days, till the landlady fell sick. Her son didn’t care and she had nobody to take care of her, so Tisca stepped in. After she recovered, the landlady got the director (her friend’s son) to the apartment, and that’s how Tisca signed her first film.
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And here are some pictures from the evening.
The wife of a Silicon Valley CEO reported long term domestic violence and abuse. Her husband, a software engineer who had emigrated to California in 2005 from India, and currently the CEO of Cuberon, got just two weeks in jail for the long term domestic violence he subjected his wife to.
The couple had had an arranged marriage, a concept both of them were comfortable with, given their roots in India. The trouble in their marriage cropped up a few months into their marriage and in 2013, he was arrested for assaulting her outside their home. She stayed on in the marriage. The violence in their marriage was so horrific, he has been recorded saying he would like to stab her 45 times, to see her murdered. He hit her multiple times, on her face, arms, stomach, pulled her by the hair, abused her with the filthiest abuses. Their daughter speaks on camera stating she is terrified of her father. He brainwashed her into believing she was a disgrace to the family and that she should commit suicide. It took years of video documentation of evidence of abuse before she gathered the courage to file a complaint against him. And then, did she get the justice she deserved?
There are the other voices that keep asking, with the nonchalance of those not in the same situation, “Why did she wait so long.?” Their implication, that the delay in complaining against the perpetrator puts the blame back on her, the victim. After the sentencing, she told the court, “I cannot articulate my despair at this treatment of his crimes. It’s as if we are giving him a slap on his wrist because he got caught,” she told the court, “I believe you have the power to restore some faith in my heart that I wasn’t completely made a fool of, by this criminal and the judicial system.” Her helplessness and despair is what many victims of domestic violence have to combat.
A hashtag on Twitter #WhyIStayed is a revelation about why many women feel unable to escape a domestic violence situation, even though they may be educated and financially independent. There are blocks to them leaving which aren’t always physical, which isn’t to discount the very physical threat to their well being and often their lives that domestic violence victims have to constantly battle.
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The muse is fickle, capricious and very demanding. But for a creative person, the Muse is someone he or she needs to woo and charm. What does the Muse demand? And why must a creative person surrender to the Muse in order to create? What are the things a creative person need to do in order to have the Muse stick around? The answers might surprise you.
Kiran Manral worked as a journalist with The Times of India and The Asian Age and was among the top bloggers in India. She currently writes a column on sexuality at DNA and on feminism at shethepeople.tv
She was part of the core founding team of Child Sexual Abuse Awareness Month and Violence Against Women Awareness Month. She is a a mentor with Sheroes, Qween and Back 2 The Front, and is an advisor on the Board of Literature Studio, Delhi.
This talk was given at a TEDx event using the TED conference format but independently organized by a local community. Learn more at http://ted.com/tedx
Kiran Manral worked as a journalist with The Times of India and The Asian Age and was among the top bloggers in India. Her books include
She currently writes a column on sexuality at DNA, on feminism at shethepeople.tv and has previously been a columnist-blogger on gender issues with Tehelka.
She was part of the core founding team of Child Sexual Abuse Awareness Month and Violence Against Women Awareness Month, two social media initiatives that ran for four years. She also initiated India Helps, a volunteer network to help disaster victims which worked on the rehabilitation of 26/11 attack victims.
She is also on the planning board of the Kumaon Literary Festival, Chair of the Women Unlimited Series of the Taj Colloquium, a mentor with Sheroes, Qween and Back 2 The Front, and is an advisor on the Board of Literature Studio, Delhi.
This talk was given at a TEDx event using the TED conference format but independently organized by a local community. Learn more at http://ted.com/tedx
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Like all deadlines, project deadlines are always the victim of the Monster of Procrastination. It grabs a project deadline, locks it up into a cupboard and puts it away from one’s mind until the very last minute. And I mean that literally, the night before submission. You could bet your last rupee that when the offspring saunters up to me on a Sunday night, a day of hedonistic playing behind him, what he has remembered is that he has a project due the next morning.
The other day he came up to me with a face crumpled into a question mark. “I gotto make a PPT.” I immediately went into panic mode. I’ve fought enough pitched battles with PPT to hate it with a vengeance. “Okay,” I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, “let’s find the info and pictures and make it quick.”
“Don’t worry mom,” he said, “I will do it apne aap.”
And he did. In half an hour of dedicated netsurfing and effort, he’d managed to download all the information he needed which he slapped onto his presentation deck and then spent the next couple of hours adding animation and sound effects, which were to him, the more important part of the deal. I helped him spit polish it and we were set.
I have never been so grateful for his affinity towards technology than I was at that moment. The computer and the internet have been lifesavers to him on many an occasion. Given that he has a deep and abiding loathing of books, any reading that he does is primarily of his textbooks and that too, when the parental whip is cracked and cracked hard. Therefore to get him to understand concepts and theories, the best thing that works for me as a parent is to get him to watch a video on the topic.
Thankfully, much to the relief of many parents like me with children who are more of visual learners, there are some wonderful videos out on multiple topics which carefully explain every aspect of a topic for a child. For a generation that has grown up interacting with technology and which is wired differently from the previous generation, it seems natural for them to absorb information from digital sources.
Given that most educators feel that between 60 to 80 percent of children are visual learners, technology driven learning resources with interactive visual content makes it fun and interesting for a child to go through a topic. More importantly, they don’t even realise they are ‘learning’ because they view the information as something that is entertainment rather than educative. Interactive lessons with pictures, graphics and animation make learning interesting and in sync with this generation which has grown up with computers and relates to computer related learning much better than they do with traditional classroom learning.
My tried and tested hack whenever I want him to get interested in a topic enough to explore it, is to sit him down and show him an interesting YouTube video on it. As YouTube always does, one video leads to another and then it ends up with him watching an entire bunch of videos on the topic without realising he’d basically covered information contained in his textbook, and perhaps gone beyond that as well.
With technology at his disposal, he no longer needs me around to help him research information for his projects or his school assignments. He collates the information he needs and takes the printouts of whatever he requires. Another great advantage that technology brings is the plethora of video walkthroughs of various places of historical importance from his curriculum, as well as geographical locations being covered in his geography syllabus. Being able to see these in real time, rather than just grainy black and white pictures in the text book makes it much more real and immediate for him. As far as the sciences go, there are so many fabulous videos on every subject—the concept of the atom, something he found difficult to grasp—was something that he finally understood when he watched a short video on it. With some of the grammar struggles he has and the comprehension of certain topics, what has helped a lot are the interactive quizzes available online. The entire exercise is fun and they do the trick unconsciously. His Shakespeare text, too becomes easy and accessible with a wonderful website which translates para by para, the entire play from Shakespearean English to regular everyday English, helping him understand the detailed plot. Computers, a subject I can teach him nothing about, using the device as a modified typewriter myself being from a generation that never had it as part of the syllabus, is one of his favourite subjects, and he understands it all by himself.
It might have taken me time to learn how to use the computer effectively, but my son and their generation, they’ve figured it out. And more importantly, it doesn’t awe them as it did us. It just is. Part of their everyday. Comfortable, familiar and something they can always turn to if they need help.
So yes, I stand to fight the Monster of Procrastination for my son with #DellAarambh and urge parents to contribute too, to their child’s education.
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Interesting discussion, powerful women, informed opinions. Was delighted to be part of this wonderful conference on March 16th.
L-R: Tanu Mehta, legal council, mediator and conciliator high court of Mumbai, Nidhi Lauria , business head Assam and North East, Vodafone India, Namita Vikas,Group President and Managing Director, Climate strategy and Responsible Banking, YES bank LTD, Gauri Vij, editor, The Hindu, Bollywood actress Dia Mirza, Rupa Naik, Director World Trade Centre, Anna-Carin Mansson, Country HR manager for India, IKEA Business, and Kiran Manral, Author and columnist, during the conference on Women Achievers at World Trade Centre on Thursday. Photo: Fariha Farooqui
I can only come when I’m a few drinks down,” confessed a friend. “Otherwise, no go.” She isn’t alone. A lot of us women, and most men, think that a couple of drinks are the gateway to a woman’s unleashed libido. I grew up on Hindi movies that had women who imbibed the forbidden spirit morphing instantly into bacchanalians. But does alcohol really lead to those toe-curling, full body seismic wave-inducing orgasms we all hanker after? Or does it just, gently, catch hold of all the inhibitions that we hold ourselves back with and fling them out of the window until the high wears off and the hangover begins.
Alcohol, as you might know, is biphasic. It stimulates while it begins increasing its levels in the bloodstream and when levels begin falling, it is a depressant. For me, any alcohol consumed above two measures comes with standing instructions that I am not responsible for what I say or do, and should not be held against me in a court of law.
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