All rise

I was on the lookout for 'hair-raising music'. On Google of course, as no one, well almost, goes to music shops any more. Where are all the PlanetMs? 

Coming back to my quest for hair-raising mucic on Google, I opened the first few links of the search result, and here's what greeted me first.

Before I forget, I was searching for "hair-raising" music. What rose, was altogether another thing. The onslaught of the cleavage continues, so does our search for extra terrestrial life, our eternal treasure hunt for the meaning of our existence, Modi's Swachh Bharat Abhiyaan, and the slaughtering of the common man. And most of us chaps can't take our eyes off of that woman's photo.

A friend of mine at work said that the magazine that we work for, will sell quadruple the amount if it has the photo of a naked lady on the cover, which actually is a brilliant idea, I say. But then "We are a family magazine, yaar!"

Such is the oversexed mobile life of today. And oh yes, it sells like hot cakes, the whole boobs and arse show. But you know what? The fun is a lot more in the partially covered pictures, the excitement, the anticipation. Because then the clothes come off and................. the 6 o'clock alarm rings, and you wake up with a jerk. No, you don't wake up jerked, for those of you who go that extra mile with your imagination. Okay, sometimes you do.

The worst bit here is that almost nothing on the screen, or even in reality for that matter, is left to imagination. The censor-board does its self-righteous bits, but then we all ponder on the pointlessness of its existence. I mean the chaps on the board watch all of it, have all the fun, and then have the balls to keep the good stuff from the remaining population. I was talking about the violent parts.

Mind you, just because the cock started running in the middle of the road, that doesn't mean the pussy wasn't having any fun. See? How many thought of a penis running in the middle of the road? And a cat running after it? Now that would be a funny scene, and a weird one too.

By the way, anyone seen cats having sex? Damn! How do they manage to be so secretive about it? Dogs on the other hand are kind of open, a bit too open perhaps, about their sexuality, hence we have the doggy style, but no katty style. The latter must be something of a style-statement. Moving on...

It's a strange feeling, when you're super high on pot, and you are jolted by this understanding of some untold, enigmatic secret of the universe, and you go "Damn! So that's how it works!" Although moments later, you're still trying to fathom what exactly it is that you understood so profoundly. That's exactly how I felt when I realized moments ago, that the hair-raising musical bollocks that I was in pursuit of, has been long since forgotten. Al for that gorgeous woman who reminded me too much of someone who honestly drives me crazy.