I could have started off with something as beautiful and polite as love – the support system that seems to be the only one
that is worth living for, worth the daily grinds of life. But that would have the added baggage of emotions around it and no one really relates to that anyway, unless if in a role play. And then there aren’t too many of us finding it around us anyways!! Besides, there is definitely something about sex that attracts attention even when it is displayed as a mere word.
It
probably sprang from a conversation that took place between me and a Canadian friend, when he told me that I was intriguing to him because I was from India… the land where the inevitability of sex is confirmed in words, preserved for eternity… in a classic, Kamasutra and probably that promtpted him to ask me of it – the Indian art of making love. And it got me wondering, not taking into consideration, the Indian touch to the topic, if there does exist an art of making love… I mean, an art or making love???? Could there be an art in making love?
Almost as if there could be science that could unveil the rhythms of pleasure of the mind during sex???!!! If what my friend meant, in all innocence and while simply echoing what may have been resonated around him over the years and all across the planet (for he is a well traveled man) by the art of making love would be about the
pleasures that drove one to ecstasy, then needn't it to be of the tales of the body synchronising to what the mind feels? In that case, it would be what came naturally to one when the soul soared into distances unexplored, letting the mind free of guilt that restrained it, where the mind was free to join in the pleasures of the body, where there was a nature’s unison of the body, mind and soul. It wouldn’t be an art then, would it, just as it couldn’t be a science… all it would be is the lust of a lover to find in his partner the moans of pleasure, asking him for more. It would be of his giving in to the pleasures of his body, willingly, because that would be the journey towards discovering hers!! It would be what he finds inside him in order to show her what lies within her. It would be a love affair from the start - not just a premeditated knowledge of moves and zones!
But all that came to my mind as I heard him talk was the guilt he probably lived with every time he had sex with his girlfriend; a guilt sprung from not understanding sex enough so that he could make her say that he was indeed all she desired. He would be wishing that someone taught him that!!!
It has nevertheless got me wondering… about sex and all that goes with the pleasures ensued - of making love! And if those pleasures had an 'art' about them, then it would be making love that is the art of sex. There couldn't be an art of making love, for it is what comes naturally to the ones in love, the un-synthesized, unadulterated experience of what you feel for your lover. And just as Art and Science are two different entities, Nature needs to be explored and understood in just the same way - of oneself, of one's partner - on a new and a different scale, that might enable measuring and evaluating the pleasures while making love.