(A repost from my old sulekha.com blog. This was written on the back of a napkin at Amsterdam airport while waiting for a connecting flight. contains strong language and graphic sexuality, might not be suitable for minors)
by Saurav Mohapatra
They were having sex in a public place and no one looked.
The measly looking old man was banging the naked busty blonde right there on the floor of a busy airport lounge and no one even bothered to bat an eyelid.
Apathy, the greatest virtue of modern man! We seem to be born with it. We would revel in it if we could trigger the faintest bit of emotion.
Being apathetic is not a zero sum game. There is plenty to go around for everybody.
The old man was now lying flat on his back and the blonde was riding him hard.
Still no one cared.
Oh! My Lord! What the f#$% has happened to your world?
I sipped my coffee trying to drown out their moans and groans. It was getting on my nerves.
I still had five hours to go before my connecting flight left and I had to put up with this.
They seemed to have insatiable appetites. Now the blonde was kneeling over and the old man was pumping away furiously shouting in broken English, “Who Yore daddy!”. She was shouting indecipherable obscenities in a language that sounded German. Having watched umpteen pornographic movies, I could fill in the dialogues in English.
The racket was unbearable.
“Stop it.” I wanted to shout.
“Stop it now! I cannot take this anymore.”
I wanted to go over and kick them hard. They were behaving like mongrels in heat and deserved to be treated as such.
I finally got the nerve and stood up.
The old man was sitting there on the bench right across me, fully clothed of course and so was the blonde.
Did I imagine it?
Damn! This waiting is playing havoc with my mind.
I pretended to stretch my legs and sat down.
The old man was reading a newspaper. He gave me a courtesy smile as our eyes met and I realized I had been staring.
I smiled guiltily and looked over at the blonde.
Ahhh! There she was! Butt naked on the floor, pleasuring herself and of course no one looked.
I got in touch with my inner apathetic modern man. I turned my attention to my coffee and looked at my watch.
Four more hours plus change!
Still no one looked.