What Bhabhi unintentionally did was spark off an interest in an unknown and unconventional idea called a web-comic, giving a boost to an art-form that was traditionally only recommended as a hard-copy.

Savita Bhabhi as a series instead marked a turning point of something else. Why on earth would the creators want Bhabhi to entrap a dreaded gangster with what they call WMDs (weapons of ‘male’ destruction-no need to explain what they might be)? It has begun to imagine itself as a serious comic series, and unfortunately, it falters on that. While Internet forums have filled up volumes post the series with images of one’s imagined ‘neighbourhood Bhabhi’, the series itself has begun to wind itself around like the soaps we all love to hate. And why is it that so far, we have only seen the traditional methods of love-making in the series? Infact, a theory abounds that a room at the Bombay International Airport is filled with seizures of such kinds from vacations abroad. India where toys and costumes can be picked up. If it is indeed intended to be a representative of modern Indian sexuality, then how is it that additional props haven’t turned up in any of the love-making episodes so far? Where are the toys? Where is the kink in the love-making? It is common knowledge by now that there are indeed places in urban That brings us to another bone of contention. She is someone who is not afraid of peeping-toms (the lingerie salesman who views her changing inside the trial room) or of dacoits (in the present series - continuing that K-serial phenomenon with unknown characters from her past propping up here and there). She is a city-bred, liberal and informed woman who knows the difference between lust and power, as in the recently concluded series, where she seduces a film-actor (who looks suspiciously like, ahem, ahem, the Biggy himself) to win a model contest. The point being, Bhabhi cannot be classified as a middle-class representative, because she isn’t one. How do we know sexuality is repressed there? Because they still practise arranged marriage, or because women still wear salwar-kameez and don’t talk to boys too often? Repressed middle-class sexuality? That in itself is a label we ‘supposed-urban-liberals’ love to attach to those living in Tier II or Tier III towns. Firstly, the idea that it represents a modified version of repressed middle-class sexualities is unjustified. Then why does that create issues at all?įor a couple of reasons.

Why is that such a problem? Pornography has always intended to be a medium of suspension of disbelief indeed, it works on the idea of the unreachable - from the Debonair centre-spreads to Hustler’s honeys. No - she does not exist anywhere except on the web, or that eternal repository of knowledge, the mind. She is an example of the female daguerreotype we Indian males love to dream about.

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