The amazing artists who brought her alive (Deshmukh, Dexstar and Mad) have created a person who will survive in our history books as the first Indian comic book character who took on the pigs and made them wince.
It affirms unequivocally that she’s not out to titillate she’s out to prove a point. The more virgin and demure she looks, the more powerful she is as a symbol of defiance against male chauvinism.Īnimation underlines that symbolism. So we want sex slaves as wives, maids, friends, work colleagues, even underage kids. We feel inadequate when it comes to having sex with an equal partner. Savita Bhabhi is a symbol of freedom, of empowerment, of the sexuality our women can wield if they are allowed to escape the sham world we Indian men trap them in because of our own fears of sexual inadequacy masquerading as machismo. Filthy, vulgar, exploitative photographs of actual women, not comic book characters having some harmless fun spoofing the way we Indian men treat our women.
To begin with, every porn site uses photographs. The idiots who argue that her’s is a porn site should go visit what real porn sites look like. Over 60 million fans flock to her site every month, no mean achievement for a sari clad desi nari, her long dark tresses parted dutifully in the middle where the bright red sindoor flames, while a mangalsutra dangles between her ample breasts. She’s the woman who can take all her sexual decisions on her own without fretting over them. No wonder Savita Bhabhi for me is iconic. I admire such women and worship on their altar.
So even as they play coy and subjugated, they are actually free women who live their lives on their own terms. I have known many women like her who pretend to succumb to the sexual politics that men incessantly play around them and yet manage to get their way by cleverly manipulating the XXL male ego. What is Savita Bhabhi’s greatest appeal? That she is a typical Bharatiya nari who is brave enough to demonstrate that when it comes to sex she’s no pushover. She’s sexy and she wears a sari.īy banning her site, the I&B Ministry has demonstrated (yet again) how men want to control women all the time. As indeed did Meena Kumari in Saheb Biwi Ghulam and Waheeda Rehman in The Guide. Yet they symbolised a rich and vibrant sexuality. Neither were doing the jhatka matkas you see even pre-pubescent little girls do on reality shows today. Both Madhubala and Kareena were sari clad, fully covered. Remember the rain soaked Madhubala walking into the garage in Chalti Ka Naam Gaadi? Or Kareena Kapoor dancing in the rain in Chameli? These are iconic images of sexuality. The sari for me, is the ultimate turn on. For me, it’s far sexier than jeans, mini skirts and the horrible designer gowns that have suddenly become fashionable. I don’t see the six yard sari as a sign of sexual bondage.
I can relax with women, have fun and (O yeah) crack jokes about men. I don’t have to suffer locker room jokes or hear tall tales about fantastic sexual exploits. This is why I love working with and sharing my life with women.
In fact, they deliberately stay under the radar just to play the men around them. They are also less pompous and self important. They are beautiful, charming, sexy and (usually) infinitely cleverer than the men I meet.