After several failed attempts to do his homework, young Rakesh
finally gave up, yielding to the overwhelming cringing of his heart.. Alone
time at home was certainly a rareity..
He turned on the cathode ray tube screen which blinked once before
it sprang to life, the tiny red dot of light turning green. A shiver of
excitement ran through his spine as he fondled with the little toy in his hand
as the two scantily clad people on screen took of their tops, with ferocious
expressions on their faces. Their expressions seemed to be merely the tip of
the iceberg of the way in which their were about to treat each other. Violent
would be an understatement to describe the manner in which they would be
handling each other's bodies - ah, the sounds in the background egged them on
to go further. Rakesh started at the heavily built man in awe as the camera
zoomed towards him - a magnificent body so perfectly maintained, his limbs
stiff, tender and elastic at the same time - ones that could endure an
unimaginable amount of -.. he stopped abruptly, feeling guilty at having
admired this man instead of the person to his left. Before his eyes shifted, he
heard his phone bell ring.
Rakesh picked the receiver of the phone beside the screen and left
it aside - he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone at this time - certainly
not by those pretentiously saintly friends who discouraged him from watching
this stuff, for they deemed it as inappropriate, even obscene. Hesitantly, he
walked a few steps back and, with some reached the top latch of the door and
latched it, while trying hard to not miss a single scene on the screen. He
certainly didn't want his parents seeing him doing this - he had been told against
it - and while he knew neither would be back before 5:00pm, he had to be sure.
He lowered the volume as a beep sound hushed a loud swear word. Rakesh smiled
at the sheer pointlessness of the beep, for nearly every viewer of the show was
more than familiar with each curse uttered.
The crowd jeered as one man pounced upon the other, lifting him
high above his head and performing a "grand slam", as it was called,
throwing him down on the ring floor. The latter bounced on the ring floor which
seemed like a weak trampoline, while the former catapulted himself onto his
body, which, magically seemed to have enormous resilience in terms of bleeding
and even sweating - something that sounds far fetched even to cartoons.
With its larger than life (literally) people, with enviable(?)
bodies that people would (wouldn't, perhaps?) dream of having, its wide
popularity among the young generation, the extravagant melodrama, the large
money involved (more a corollary than an independent factor), the obscure
connection with films (everyone knows The Rock) and crazy peripherals, WWE (or
the earstwhile WWF) was certainly qualified to be honoured with the status in
the 90's - the status that porn enjoys today..
Yes, I know that pornography existed in media back then as it has
always done, and that the title here is misleading, but I shall stick to it,
arguing that the term 'porn' has now been extended to anything that is
genuinely attractive (a pleasant surprise to see an obscene word de-obscenized
in this fast obscenizing world) that cannot be ignored by someone with at least
a little attraction to the topic concerned, I see no reason why I shouldn't go
back on the timeline and place the word to something people were crazy about..
This, according to me, was porn in the 90's.. It was, at least, for someone born in the 90's
