Taboo

Time flies.

You've heard that one before.

But I bet you haven't heard of this before. I want to make porn movies. Well, there, I have said it.

I had once mentioned, in passing, on my previous blog that I have slightly unconventional views on pornography. I never came around to elaborate on that point.

But right now, when there's a party going on right outside my room, and I am being bombarded with 'Kudiyan te gal ban gayi', 'Gabroo' and other gems composed by our brethren from the northern parts of our country, I can't really study for my exams starting from Monday. Can't watch movies either. So, I'll make a post. A post on porn.

I've been getting several ideas, fuelled by finance and eco courses probably, of entrepreneurship these days, partly because I think I'll hate working in a formal environment with all sorts of nincompoops above me. I hope people from my internship firm don't read this, or there goes my PPO even before I start working there. Going to the office daily dressed in formals is too tiring a thought.

So, talking about entrepreneurship, one idea that I have discussed, and very seriously, with some of my friends is the immense potential in India for someone who produces quality porn. An Indian Hefner, if you please. I have been reading up on Hugh Hefner and Larry Flynt, and both seem to be really intelligent men, with great business sense. I also just finished watching a short documentary on some of the stars of the porn industry and it feels like just another business that caters to the needs of its consumers.

The only constraint, and it's big enough for me to not try it out, is the social opinion against it. If I get into it, it'll end up embarrassing my family too, and that's a big price to pay for a few extra bucks.

Damn!

They are playing November Rain now, which is infinitely better. And I hear sounds of dunking from outside.