Asif Khan Inc.

‘All Penises are the Same’

I believe this would be a sentiment which would be echoed within the collective sensibilities of the majority of the fairer species, with reverberations that would probably make an earthquake measuring 8.5 on the Richter scale look like it was a mere act of stirring a sugar cube in one your numerous caffeine doses. Not that this was the first instance of me being subjected to an utterance of this nature; however, it was the inherent metaphoric quality of this sentence that caught my mind.

For as everybody would know and agree, not all of them ‘appendages’ are the same – short, thick, curved upward, long, stout, left of the center – the possibilities are endless, with the variety available being as diverse as the numbers comprising one half of the human species which would have inhabited the Earth till now, inhabits today, and would inhabit till Judgment Day. Nonetheless, the originator of this quote probably implied the power which controls these appendages, for unless the male mind acts upon in response to its subjection to certain stimuli, what use would these appendages be? (Having said that, I do realize there are other definite usages, but then they are exclusive to what is under mention over here). And the originator in this case was someone very innocuously known as Kiddo. And although for any layman, this name should probably symbolize a sweet and cute child who would look into your face with saucers-ful of eyes brimming with a longing to be loved, it is but ironic if an analogy is traced to another of her namesake.

For those of you who are QT aficionados, this shouldn’t come as a poser. Beatrix Kiddo aka Black Mamba – the Bride-to-be who was spurned to the precipices of fatality at the nuptial altar, only to come back with a vengeance which resulted in a gory mayhem spewing sanguine fluids comparable in magnitude to the volume of magma ejected form the underbelly of Mt. Vesuvius on its last eruption, only to unite each one of her vindicator in a singularity – Death. And thus has our very own Kiddo cut across all the divergence and random play of the male mind with a single slash of a vocal sword tempered to perfection and unified the subject under a similar singularity.

As for myself, I think I would still stick to my idea of differentiation based upon the concept of shapes, sizes and curvature.