Staring at women's (covered) chest

We, Indian (especially North Indian) men, love to stare at women's chest. Be it under three tonnes of loose-fitting clothing, across a crowded bus or up close in a conversation, if those babies are staring at us, we are staring right back. Big or small, droopy or firm, crooked or straight, we don't care, we are equal-opportunity harassers.

To be sure, staring at women is a fundamental preoccupation of all men around the globe. Show us a little skin and our eyes will be glued to you like burned cheap plastic. Legs, breasts, ass, forearms, anything, as long as it is attached to someone with ovaries.

But the men in North India have elevated it to an art form unrivaled throughout the world. Our motto - "let no boob go unwatched". In the process we have created a surveillance state that would be put Iran to shame, making sure someone is keeping an eye on every pesky little (or not so little) breast 24x7. I am happy to report that cities like Delhi boast of an almost zero percent rate when it comes to crimes committed by breasts.

Beginnings

Sometime in the mid-1980s, Indian middle class gave birth to a generation that was destined to remain stuck on the boundary lines of old and new India. It was a time when Doordarshan was the only thing on the television, Dosa was the epitome of fine dining and calling long-distance meant queuing up in front of a PCO after ten at night. 

This generation was "the middle children" of Indian history, sliding on the edges of the total face lift that Mother India got in the late 90s. We were raised on Shaktimaan and Swat Katz, Gold Spot and Roohafza, DDLJ and Jurassic Park.

And somewhere along the way, we lost our sense of belonging. We were no longer part of the old guard,  the society of arranged marriages, government jobs and Bajaj scooters. But we could neither integrate with the new universe, the one of dubstep, Man U and Microbreweries. We are the in-betweeners: in between old and new, in between auto rickshaws and Audis, in between Haridwar and Thailand.

This blog is about that generation and the way it perceives India. The ridiculous hypocrisy of the old and the extravagant hubris of the new. On best of its days, this blog is meant to give an alternative perspective on the society and on others it is meant to help us laugh at its tragedies and quirks. 

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