Because I was eighteen when I saw it for the first time
Earlier than the average Indian male
And later than my cousin, Digbee
Before that I had only heard it in raucous abuses
Or in scandalous whispers camouflaged in spiraled palms
I think I had also encountered it before
In the bizarre graffiti on lavatory walls
Where, if one has the time and inclination,
One can observe at least fifteen different depictions
Put by pathetic (but surprisingly imaginative) men driven to their perverse extremes
Then of course, there was Jenna Jameson
By the way, we still love you, Jen
Our whole generation does (More so, the 1st year engineers of
Who watched your films at daytime
And changed the world at nights
Therefore, by the 'first time' in the first stanza,
I must actually mean-
Real,
Alive,
In flesh
In fact, even in the moments before then
You were like a locked room mystery
Under your petticoat
Until
You did the unthinkable
The next morning
The sun rose as usual
And the world awoke too
But I was never quite
The same again
I guess, the remarkableness of the first time is that
It only happens once
After that, it's all just the same
And then you take to poetry
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