There are three Indian youths thus far I will always remember: 1) Karan, from Hampi, who saw through my I'm-Indian-but-I-don't-speak-Hindi ruse and tried to convince me to go with him to the movies; 2) Parvathy, from Trivandrum, who whined and pouted to manipulate me to do things and buy stuff for her; and 3) Ifran, from Hyderabad, for, well, being a kid only interested in sex.
I first met him at a magazine stand with my friend Frank. I didn't think much of him then, but when I passed by the stand the next day, I found out more than I wanted to know. He wanted to know where my friend was...Frank had left for Secunderabad and wasn't coming back. Okay, well, "then do you want a dirty magazine?" Of course, he wanted to sell me porn, which to him was similar to a Maxim or a Cosmo. When he realized that I was American, all on his mind was the women and the openness of sex. He was convinced that Americans were doing it anywhere, everywhere, and at any moment. He asked many truly invasive questions, and seemed fascinated (perhaps a little too fascinated...) at my answers. He even found the fact that men and women sleep in the same bed without being married to be something amazing. But, of course, that wasn't even the start of what he wanted to know. He asked about every dirty thing possible. Hell, if I could blush, I would have. Oh, and Ifran was a 17 year old Muslim boy. And sex was the only thing on his mind.
The next day, I ran into him again, and this time, he had a different goal. He didn't want to sell me porn. No, he actually wanted to experience it. He told me to wait for ten minutes, then we'd go trolling for a woman. This kid had so much confidence that we'd find a luscious woman to, get this, both "have." The kid went from porn-seller to pimp. I, of course, passed on his odd offer. And I still couldn't believe he was 17...and apparently a fairly devout Muslim (though not enough to dress like one...hence the picture above). Still, knowing him gave me a good deal of amusement.
Karan...leech. Parvathy...manipulator. Ifran...hormonal.
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