A good man decides he and his family will migrate to a greener pasture. Little did he know the people there loved shades of grey and lived to its deepest gradient. But that was okay for the good man. He knew how to handle that. It isn’t rocket science to figure out that a good human in the midst of not-so-good humans becomes the best human. So he began to call the shots in the town-hall of these notorious ancient twin-cities; sat in their highest courts to deliver judgments. Now he kinda enjoyed z-category security – he, his family, his possessions and probably his servants. Then to reinforce his well-being in that dangerous environs, he chose well-connected, influential grooms for his two comely daughters. His wife only had praises for his strategic planning and worldly-wisdom with which he took down every obstacle in a risky life-manuevors.
Then all of a sudden, one fine evening when everything seemed to be on auto-pilot, two familiar faces appear to the good man. He knows them; where they came from; Who they serve and their position in creation-hierarchy. He bows to them; they tell him they’ve got business to do and need to have a word with him before they began their fireworks 🙂 . He’s quick to understand; tells them ‘let’s not discuss this stuff in the street. We can discuss it over dinner.’ He takes the men home. The angels and Lot sit down. Everyone in the family is silent. They’re scared like never before. Lot’s face is pale with shame. So, this is how all his labor’s going to end; his much acclaimed wisdom has come to naught. What a fool he was. His wife’s angry. She loves this place, the bustling cities of Sodom and Gomorrah; luxuries of a prosperous city-life; a culture which celebrated self and defied the voice of the Supreme one. Now these men from Heaven say it’ll all be turned to ashes? She didn’t think it was possible for these two innocent looking men. ‘They’re too fair to be harmful, leave alone destructive’ she thought. The good man’s servants, their wives and their children thought so too. Poor cattle and other livestock knew the truth in and certainty of the angels’ words but who would understand their bleats and brays? Who would heed to their warning grunts and pleading bellows?
Scene 2 In the midst of all this serious board-room talk, the men of the city – young and old – come knocking at Lot’s door. ‘Hey uncle Lot, we’ve come to take those two guys out with us for the night. We’d like to have a good time with them.’ The good man knew what they meant. Their good-time is a no-holds-barred indulgence of the body. They can’t care less if what’s good to them meant awful cruelty to the objects of their desires. Uncle Lot goes out, shuts the door behind him and tells them the men were his guests and offers an alternative – two girls born in his household who hadn’t been with a man. They say ‘no – the offer isn’t a good one’. They felt the visiting men were far far winsome. He tells them not to stoop to such wickedness. They launch a furious tirade against him; a few of them are not happy to talk anymore; they push him aside to get to the door and then indoors to the men of their desire. The good man can’t resist them; his security guards too were overpowered by the mob. The two angels sense the gravity of the situation. They quickly swing into action. They pull Lot inside in a fraction of a nano second. The men of the city are befuddled. It was like a magician’s vanishing act. The mob is even more furious. Someone from behind shouted ‘Common guys, get inside the door and let’s see the end of it.’ The guys in the front can’t find the door. They’ve gone blind – all of them; the ones shouting from the back and the ones in the front. The two angels smote them with blindness. For the first time in their lives, the men of the city felt uneasy with the happening that evening. Tired, they left the place. ‘That’s okay, there’s always a tomorrow.’ they must’ve thought to themselves. Sadly there wasn’t a tomorrow to any of them. The rest of the account can be read in Genesis 19.
Cut to: The Mirror in the Men’s Washroom
Just like in Sodom of Lot’s times, men are aroused by an astounding variety of propositions. If one were to list everything that could potentially kick up the dust in the minds of men and send all sorts of signals down their spines to the tip of their organs, the list could be unending. Such lists can leave an average human listless (read tired and depressed). So, a wise option is to dig deeper. Get to the roots. Find a unifying factor. What motives churn inside a man? How can men identify if what’s churning inside is good or evil? Does it lead to a healthy relationship or deals a fatal blow to it? Such questions that beg for an answer are usually not even thought of, let alone asked or answers sought.
Kathoey populace of Thailand is a thriving community. The frequency and magnitude of Kathoeys who are successful money-spinners in bars and brothels of Bangkok, is intriguing to a traditional hetero-sexual male. In most parts of Asia, including the Indian sub-continent, the sight of a transgender male or a eunuch doesn’t evoke amorous thoughts. So, what’s it that makes the Kathoeys different? Is it their greater effeminacy? Even if we were to accept that it’s their doctored ‘feminine’ness – through external hormones, a large percentage of them still have their male organ intact. Then, there is the continual history of men’s perversity.
At the basest of their beings, men seek to enter! Enter; discover; explore; penetrate – newer things, places, faces, crevices, openings. That could seem a little far-fetched, but not really. When the devil’s dancing on their heads, that’s what churns their insides. That’s why their brain sends signals down their spine. Be it a post box, a Kathoey, a piece of erotic fiction…you name it, it can make men get a hard-on. 😉
But that’s base – entering. Relieving oneself. It deals a fatal blow to the person. Uses, takes advantage of people. It’s cruel; it’s criminal.
What is noble, then? Love, care, concern, listen to, understand, encourage, comfort and foster people.
Often, men successfully camouflage their baser intents while slyly dangling traits of goodness. When all the sweet talk and that attention is aimed at prompting an entry, you know its evil; it’s all ‘self’ and no ‘others’ in it. Let the post-boxes and other apertures not meant for you, alone 😉
When evil churns in your insides, tell yourself that’s base. It’s not noble. It’s not human. It’s not man!