My first and only Savita Bhabhi post

This was triggered by this post by Aditi where she speaks of Savita Bhabhi’s ‘moment’ in most of her sexcapades where she hesitates at the thought of the risen, monolithic male libido that she awakens.

I see a similar ‘moment’ for each of the men (hereby collectively referred to as Anon. I’d call them Legion, but she never really fucked that many people) who end up accidentally fucking Savita. Not a one of them had the idea of carrying through with whatever fantasies they built in their heads around her, until after they were  seduced by Savita. It’s there to be seen in every episode, the surprise, the confusion, the hesitant uncertainty in the face of Anon when he finds Savita coming on to him. There is a helpless moment there where he stands frozen by the weight of the decision that is forced upon him like one of Ulysses’ crewmen who can feel himself turning into a pig and yet cannot stop eating as Circe looks on. In some comics (the salesman one, I remember), Anon claims he can’t help himself when he grabs Savita and forces her down. In others, it is a silent transition where Anon stops being  the lingerie salesman, the ex-lover, the ex-actor, the servant, the teens, etc. being toyed with by Savita and “takes charge” of the situation in the alpha-male sense of the term. Post this metamorphosis (some punsters may call this a Gregor Samsa turned on his head, from cockroach to man), Anon loses whatever identity he had before his seduction. The sex in SB (as with most porno comics) follows very formulaic patterns with every Anon going through the same (or similar, depending on the circumstances) motions. In both cases, one where there is a conscious internal struggle and the other where there is a silent acceptance of the inevitable, Anon crosses a boundary, transgresses against a law where you don’t fuck with another man’s woman.  (I’m tempted to make this a “moral man and immoral society” thing, that Anon’s decision is governed by unspoken social pressures which demand that no man let a hot available woman by without bedding her with all the vigour he can summon up, but that’s stretching it too far. And carries with it an assumption that we all know bedding available married women is wrong, which we don’t.)

Or perhaps Anon’s hesitation, along with the shot of his erection against the front of his pants, is probably representative of Indian male repression, that thing the right-wingers like to believe leads to all kinds of social evils like eve-teasing, molestation, rape, paedophilia, etc. when it is let out of its box by the wrong stimuli. Yes, we are all walking Pandora’s boxes waiting for a skirt too low or a cleavage-shot or a wet bikini to release all these alligator-like depravities from the swamplands of our subconscious. Aditi makes a point about the terrorist episode in SB where Savita allows herself to be used for the greater good for the country. Perhaps, given time, we may have seen a SB or SB-like comic showing a hot ‘bhabhi’ seducing homosexuals to the right way of life, a comic of redemption and reconciliation.

The funny bit is, we can trace this to cases in Indian mythology where rishis or Gods sex up mortal women or fall in love with them in a moment when they’re not in their senses and later expiate through ritual or penance, for this momentary lapse of reason. There was Vishwamitra who was seduced by the apsara Menaka (here’s a Ravi Verma painting that says it all), and the more popular case reported in the Ramayan of Indra falling in love and forcing himself on Ahilya. There were cases where this did not usually have such drastic consequences: Parashara and Matsyagandha or Shiva and Parvathi, both of which resulted in the birth of a very gifted son, Vyasa in the first case and the war god Kartikeya in the second.

Somehow, everything goes back to something a bunch of lungi-ed Shakespeares wrote up for dinner and a pallet back in Guptan times.