Friday, March 9, 2012

Bo sha lan?

Bo sha lan? Bo sha lan? I was walking with the two women I met in Dharamsala to drop one off at the bus station. We were laden with bags and walking a bit past the auto rickshaw stand on Holi. But it was Dharamsala, so as everyone was Buddhist, there wasn't much paint throwing about.

Bo sha lan? Five or so men were asking. My friend who is exceptionally nice tried to figure out what they were saying, to no avail, their accent was too thick. I assumed they were selling something and, a result of seven months in Delhi, said 'no' without looking and kept walking, my gaze strait. Finally as it was repeated over and over I finally got it: One night stand? Pleeease pleeaase one night stand with me? My friend laughed imagining if one of us just said, 'sure, okay.'

My friend who was leaving traveled in India all last year, and has said that it is normal in a lot of areas that there is no sex before marriage, so the men watch porn, and then assume western women to be down for that. I'm not entirely sure how they maintain this assumption when (I'm guessing) no woman ever reciprocates their pleas for one night stands. To me this is kind of like watching sci fi and then expecting cars to be able to fly. And if I were to make assumptions from the bollywood movie I saw on the bus up to Dharamsala, I'd have to imagine all Indian women to be high maintenance gold diggers. I find it very odd. 

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