The image really was eternal, for it had been put onto paper - that of a box of huge rockets. I'd accompanied a friend to his firecracker shopping on the eve of Deepawali, and that's where I came across 'it' - that beefy girl in an illogical heavy white gown that extended only to her waist; I chuckled hard, and brought it to my friend's attention; we mutually pondered over it's relation to a religious festival and ended up only more amused. And then, as if the clouds parted, the visions became very clear - there were hordes of these sultry babes hugging large cylinder-shaped objects everywhere, and joining them was an international array of movie stars: there was a 7-star with Kareena Kapoor alongside John Cena, another one with Priyanka Chopra alongside the entire cast of X-Men (whatever that suggests), Ayesha Takia on a rocket carton and the characters of "The Matrix" - the twins and trinity - on a large box of something very explosive, and one with some character of Final Fantasy holding a sword, from which a mist emerged that gave rise to the smiling face of Kareena Kapoor.
While my friend was busy bargaining for a measly amount of firecrackers ("I only need some for shagun"), I obsessed myself with the evident country-wide obsession of juice - so much that I'm starting with a new paragraph. Plump south Indian actresses seem to gaining grounds when it comes to selling explosives. Yes, sex sells even in this domain. Gone are the days of happy children on the cover, today has to do with the 'mamathas' of our cheesy film industry down under. Besides the panties girl, there was another in red underthings, and another one with short skirt and lots of popping cleavage gawking at a "Cock" brand rocket. Besides these girls that suggest romp, there was a breed of those homely and prim girls as well - dressed up all traditional, looking tamely yet inviting. Much of this firecracker industry is based in the south, and going by this, there's a whole bunch of perverted designers sitting there trying to market everything with titillating imagery. They also assume that the Indian women will stay indoors and only the men would have anything to do with these boxes of crackers - which is why they stick with hot semi-nekked ladies. In a progressive nation where even the women are gaining the right to step out into the public, the right to light a fuse, and starting to like other women, and men liking other men, and children growing even more horny at even younger ages, they would need to re-strategise soon.
We are bringing softcore indian porn to our doors instead of Goddess Laxmi these days. Truly, Kalyug approacheth.
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