Come Be My Toy Friend

'Robot sex set to change rules of the mating game’ - Two new scientists are exploring the plausibility of sex for hire robots for ‘guilt and disease free pleasure.’ Disease free maybe but guilt free I disagree with. So am I to feel better because my partner starts spending more nights out for a no strings attached rendezvous with a robot? Would I feel absolutely comfortable in the skin of it? Maybe as an alternative to the vibrator or the need to be with someone who’d be non – judgmental about my ‘between the sheets’ appearance. I’d presume there’d be varied reasons for guilt with a prostitute, but just because the robot is not technically another human being does that account for not cheating? If studies out there show that sex-ting or getting emotionally involved with a third person is also considered cheating, then why wouldn’t making love to a robot be? Which makes me think does using other appliances for pleasure also fall under the same category then? I don’t know. The sale of sex dolls may prove that things are being spruced up in metro bedrooms of today, but not in mine for sure. Will I be overreacting if I took it personally, that my partner enjoys feeling up a rubber doll or does not mind the lack of physical emotions with a robot instead? Are men ok if their wife suddenly turns over to change the batteries of her vibrator? Whatever happened to physical intimacy? Whatever happened to the feeling of a touch? Yes, not everybody likes to linger in the comfort of a warm snuggle or other emotional complexities that come with the idea of ‘making love’ but whatever happened to the pleasures of response? Does the act of foreplay, meeting of the eyes, a glance lingering for too long, a smile, not release butterflies in our lives anymore? It’s sad enough that bb, skype etc has reduced emotions like distance, now if people start having sex with robots then the concept of relationships may change by 2050 for sure.

The Bubble Called Life

Many times I’ve watched as bubbles gently free themselves from the blower, corner to corner, take shape and drift off into the horizon. As they gently float away, blurring visions I’ve always wondered, what would it be like to sit in one of these and float away till reality, all starts appearing miniscule. Till we can’t see things in perspective anymore, for what they really are and believe them to be only what we want them to be. I was reading Esha Deol’s blissful interview, who claimed how being engaged to a wonderful man has changed her life. That part was believable, agreed- love does make your world go upside down, spins you around and lets go so fast that you don’t know what bloody hit you and then….ok..ok coming back to the interview - yes, the part that made me visualize the view from inside her bubble was when she said …”I’d forgotten what it was like to be normal, to get out of the car, walk the street, go to a movie, because I’m an actress. He lets me be normal again” Esha baby! The neon sign ‘Out of business’ has been up on your window for eons now, all you had to do was take off your glares and see! If the series of flops, one home production since Ice Age part 1, Zayed Khan as the only link up, mom only talking about how much weight her baby has lost! - didn’t let you walk on the street and be normal et all then I think marrying a ‘business man’ will be another feather in the cap lifting your bubble only higher! I’m glad you’ve taken a break from you movies and are planning the wedding yourself. I’m glad it’s going to be one big dancing fest because you love to dance and oh how creative you are! Yup, we’re all just glad for you. It is difficult to see things for what they are, no matter how painful they are, I guess, but one day when your bubble brushes against someone’s rough hair because they don’t use Sunsilk or someone’s skin which is not soft enough cause they don’t use Veet hair removal, what happens? You land in their lap with a thud! (can get kinda awkward!) We can all be like that sometimes, I’d like to float away only to return in the darkness of my bed side lamp, where the world is what I see through my soft larger than life bubble. But when I return, I usually have friends waiting with the sparkling tip of a refined needle, a lap and lots of love to soften the thud. So no matter where your bubble takes you, it’s important to not get blown away.

Moving on....

I could never really understand what the term ‘move on’ means. What does it mean? It’s not like you can physically pick yourself up from one block of the checker board and move 2.5 steps diagonally. So how does one move on virtually? How do you stop wanting to feel a certain way and want to feel another? How do you detach yourself from life and all those emotions attached for the past time frame and ‘move on’ to wanting to feel something that may not even exist?! For some it’s easy. Physical tangibles make it easy, you get a new house, you get a new mate, a new bike maybe and you’ve moved on. But on to what? Or from what? Is there really a formula for dissolving the umbilical cord or do have you to dress better to hide it? If certain feelings can change overnight then how strong were those feelings in the first place? If they weren’t strong than what were you feeling? They say some things hurt for too long, but then you get over it. Or is it that you learn to live with the pain? Or the pain numbs you so much that it no longer pains? Even a slight unexpected detour on a long planned road trip throws you off, then how does one without a map or GPRS get life back on track? Life is not a car, a game of chess, or a movie. It comes without a pause or rewind button. Then how do you plan a move on?