What is Nudity?
Why is it wrong to have Gods represented in Nude? If gods were accepted as facts, then why cant it be seen that nudity is a fact. Or is nudity so strongly associated with SEX? And is sex such a heinous crime, that you want to do it, and yet hate it? Or is human being such a ghastly picture that God cannot be shown as naked human?
It is hard to decipher what is so wrong with the people who complained against Chandramohan who is supposed to have drawn obscene pictures of God at a University? Though the complaint has been lodged with the police, it would be interesting to know which kind of rules did the police use to arrest him? Interesting that this happens in Baroda!
Did anyone forget that there are gonna be elections in Gujarat this year end! What a coincidence!
But if someone wants to discuss, throw in your comments…not just about nudity, but also about the the incident at Maharaja Sayajirao University!
Remember the hoopla and controversy over muhammed cartoons. I can not imagine what would have erupted if nude painting of muhammed were drawn.
Vij
14 May 07 at 11:20 am
Dear SKPeta,
There is nothing wrong in anything unless it is done with wrong intentions and the end result of certain act is wrong. Here ‘wrong’ I mean ‘uncomfortable’.
See, now one paints GOod in nude foms. They say it is not wrong. Later on they picturise mother Goddess Lakshmi in nude forms. But people feel it uncomfortable to look at Lakshmi in nude foem because they worship her as their mother. Can one look at his/her mother nude? No, right.
So, noone is allowed to do things which make others feel uncomfortable. Stiil, if one says it is ‘Personal Freedom’, I don’t know how to comment.
Mohan Krishna
Mohan Krishna
14 May 07 at 11:44 pm
Dear SKPeta,
There is nothing wrong in anything unless it is not done with wrong intentions and the end result of certain act is wrong. Here ‘wrong’ I mean ‘uncomfortable’.
See, now one paints God in nude foms. They say it is not wrong. Later, they picturise mother Goddess Lakshmi in nude forms. But people feel it uncomfortable to look at Lakshmi in nude foem because they worship her as their mother. Can one look at his/her mother nude? No, right.
So, noone is allowed to do things which make others feel uncomfortable. Stiil, if one says it is ‘Personal Freedom’, I don’t know how to comment.
Mohan Krishna
Mohan Krishna
14 May 07 at 11:46 pm
GUYS …..
HERE Z SOME THING WHICH HAPPENED IN 90′S IN UK…STILL A BIG ISSUE IN ITS COURTS.
A VERY BOLD POEM WHICH WAS AND STILL BANNED IN MANY NATIONS ACROSS THE WORLD
The Love That Dares To Speak Its Name
By James Kirkup
As they took him from the cross
I, the centurion, took him in my arms-
the tough lean body
of a man no longer young,
beardless, breathless,
but well hung.
He was still warm.
While they prepared the tomb
I kept guard over him.
His mother and the Magdalen
had gone to fetch clean linen
to shroud his nakedness.
I was alone with him.
For the last time
I kissed his mouth. My tongue
found his, bitter with death.
I licked his wound-
the blood was harsh
For the last time
I laid my lips around the tip
of that great cock, the instrument
of our salvation, our eternal joy.
The shaft, still throbbed, anointed
with death’s final ejaculation
I knew he’d had it off with other men-
with Herod’s guards, with Pontius Pilate,
With John the Baptist, with Paul of Tarsus
with foxy Judas, a great kisser, with
the rest of the Twelve, together and apart.
He loved all men, body, soul and spirit. - even me.
So now I took off my uniform, and, naked,
lay together with him in his desolation,
caressing every shadow of his cooling flesh,
hugging him and trying to warm him back to life.
Slowly the fire in his thighs went out,
while I grew hotter with unearthly love.
It was the only way I knew to speak our love’s proud name,
to tell him of my long devotion, my desire, my dread-
something we had never talked about. My spear, wet with blood,
his dear, broken body all open wounds,
and in each wound his side, his back,
his mouth - I came and came and came
as if each coming was my last.
And then the miracle possessed us.
I felt him enter into me, and fiercely spend
his spirit’s finbal seed within my hole, my soul,
pulse upon pulse, unto the ends of the earth-
he crucified me with him into kingdom come.
-This is the passionate and blissful crucifixion
same-sex lovers suffer, patiently and gladly.
They inflict these loving injuries of joy and grace
one upon the other, till they dies of lust and pain
within the horny paradise of one another’s limbs,
with one voice cry to heaven in a last divine release.
Then lie long together, peacefully entwined, with hope
of resurrection, as we did, on that green hill far away.
But before we rose again, they came and took him from me.
They knew not what we had done, but felt
no shame or anger. Rather they were glad for us,
and blessed us, as would he, who loved all men.
And after three long, lonely days, like years,
in which I roamed the gardens of my grief
seeking for him, my one friend who had gone from me,
he rose from sleep, at dawn, and showed himself to me before
all others. And took me to him with
the love that now forever dares to speak its name.
SRIKANTH
28 Apr 08 at 5:47 am