The lethal most Public Display of Lust
(PDL) I have witnessed goes like this. It was a bull in full heat of the
moment—in hormonal terms. Sadly there was no cow in sight. The red-hot excited
bull must have had a great sense of visualization. If not for this how would
you digest the sight of a bull riding a scooty. The bull visualized the scooty as a cow. There are always
alternatives. Aren’t there? The scooty was parked by the roadside. A nice white
scooty, smaller than a cow. So the bull raised its front legs and landed on it
for lovemaking, mating, raping, call it whatever. It shocked and jolted the
human senses for a moment but then everyone laughed, hollered, guffawed.
The craziest, all-defiant love pursuit
I have seen goes like this. It was a massive male buffalo. A free-roamer
allowed to graze in the fields in return for mating with domesticated buffaloes
to sire colts and getting fresh milk in the family. It would go lumbering
across the village streets, graze in the fields, cordially welcomed to fulfill
the needs of the buffaloes at the time of seeding. The buffalo bull should have
treated all the females in the village equally, with equal affection. But then
it fell in love with a young filly. It was a very attractive young buffalo. He
just went crazy for her. He knew that she would come of age soon and then he
would get an opportunity to be the father of her colt. He lost interest in the
rest of the buffaloes. She would be there in the shade of the barn and he would
wait in the street, sitting in burning June heat, waiting for the evening to
come when they took her out for watering at the village pond. Then he would accompany
her to the pond, walking fondly with her, gentling shoving her, licking her
skin. He won’t go into the fields to graze and thus was losing weight.
Spellbound by her, he wasn’t be interested in mating with other buffaloes. The
people started calling him Majnu. The owner of the young buffalo filly took it
as an attempt to tarnish their reputation. People started joking it as if it
was an attempt at the family owner. The farmer would beat him with sticks. But
he would bear all this just to be with his love interest.
The grandest fight one gives to prove
one’s libido even in old age was presented by the village’s one-eyed community
buffalo bull. We called him Kana, for he had lost one eye in a fight with a
rival. He was a massive bull. In his heydays he sired hundreds of colts in the
village and was thus the cause of bringing fresh milk to scores of rural
houses. But then age caught with him. He but would try to keep his fiefdom
still intact. I remember it once when he fell down in an attempt to get onto a
young buffalo. The onlookers laughed and made derogatory puns at his vanishing stamina
and strength. Maybe the old buffalo took it to heart. And to prove a point that
his power was just the same, he carried the momentum right there on the ground.
We saw him convulsing with lust on the ground. The poor old bull was trying to
drill a hole in the earth to prove a point. It was pretty hilarious that day.
When we try to be what we are no longer, we simply turn a joke. Don’t we?
And just today I saw the bravest
Public Display of Affection (PDA): A cow and a bull standing right there in the
middle of the busy road at the entrance to the town; in full foreplay mood,
licking each other with the very same pleasure treasure that each species seems
to run after on earth. We respect cows and the vehicles would divert to the
sides to allow them this holy PDA. And here I am going on my scooty marveling at
their holy audacity. The only point of mismanagement was that he chose the
wrong moment to try to materialize the peak of affection. He went for the heave
just when I was crossing over. I was at a safe distance but still the shuffling
and movement brought them precariously close. It was a momentary scare. He
would have risen in love to the crest of ecstasy and I would have fallen as a fruit
of their love. I’m glad not to have become the casualty of a PDA.
