Dirty talk in countryside

 

Two young Jat boys wrestling in the idle-fields of brash youthfulness with crude humor and rough words. A reprehensible upbraiding of the opponent, grotesquely shattering all civilized norms and disfiguring all etiquettes and civilities.

A plain disrobing of any sense of civility. Plain rascality, bottom up or down. Well curated ragtag metaphors of the god of idiocy.

The impossibly strictest sense of lewd humor. The youthful spirit brutishly bungling, hell bent upon exterminating each other’s honor.

A linguistic representation of some weirdly carnal wrath through stabbing humor.

But the word humor falls short in conveying the entire meaning of this vulgar jocularity.

Boy 1: ‘You and your clan can’t even tear a single pubic hair from my balls. And if you do, you can’t straighten it.’

Boy 2: ‘We will give such hard slaps to your father that he will become a mad monkey.’

(Now how does poor father enter the mud-slinging duel straight after the lancing attack flaunting the steely strength of pubic hair?)

Boy 1: ‘Only your mother will tell what powers he possesses after he rides her.’

Boy 2: ‘Did he ever ride your own mother?’

Boy 1: ‘Yes he did! That’s why I was born.’

Boy 2: ‘Who says he fathered you? Old Bhola rode your mother and then you were born.’

Boy 1: ‘My grandfather is the real father of your father. Ask your granny, who rode her better, my grandpa or yours.’  

I heard this vitriolic verbal duel as I passed by them. The words slaying and shattering the reputations of both clans to smithereens. The thuggish revelry slinging around and spinning webs of their words’ unforgetability. The red and raw mass of its effect turning me conscience-stricken for the sake of our farming community. There I moved away from the scene dominated by these groundbreakers like a recluse and a valueless part of the community of Jats.   

Well, the fate of the farming community of Haryana seems in dire straits. The linguistic vulgarity giving a clue to some mysterious discomfort with cultural ethos, an inherent streak and slitter of vulgarity and a peculiar disconcertment with civilizing forces.