I crave your indulgence for giving such a shocking topic for this snippet. When you finish reading this you will agree with me on the appropriateness of the title. Recently the Chennai Police have rounded up a male prostitute – a gigolo so to say. After a proper ‘police treatment’ the arrested person has come out with a no-holds-barred confession. This is not the forum to go in for the lurid details of such a confession. But I was deeply troubled by what he said about some of his customers. What he said made me sad, made me to think, made me to lose my sleep and ultimately made me to pour out my feelings in this snippet. The male prostitute was talking about the idioscyncracies of some of his women-customers, most of whom belong to the affluent class. One customer, the wife of a rich industrialist, took him to her bedroom and asked him to just keep looking at her for the whole night. She of course paid him his full charges and also tipped him over and above that. Another customer just asked him to give a massage for her aching limbs for the whole night. The third one asked him to just go on kissing her all night long. The arrested male prostitute does not appear intelligent enough to concoct lies on these sensitive matters. I am very sad that life these days has become so fast that the husband does not have time to look at his wife properly and appreciate her dress, jewellery, make-up, hair-do and her general appearance. That poor woman-customer should have longed for her husbands approving looks and appreciating words. When she was sure that her husband would never care to look at her she paid money to this gigolo to have her fundamental emotional need satisfied. In this case the husband of this woman is more depraved than the male prostitute. Of the three parties involved, the woman, her husband and the gigolo, it is the husband who needs psychiatric counselling, the most. The women who wanted body-massage and kisses from the gigolo, might look more vulgar than the first woman who just needed to be looked at. But in their cases also there was an unsatisfied emotional need. It is a psychological fact that every one needs physical contact one way or other. I am not talking about the sexual need which is on a different plane. Apart from sex, both men and women need to be touched, patted, hugged by their loved ones, be it their spouses or their children or their friends. I am not saying one should hug or go physical with any person of opposite sex when it is not proper or socially accepted. But within the house there has to be frequent physical contact between the husband and wife. Shaking hands, hugging or just holding hands while walking or watching TV- all these small acts reinforces the emotional bonds between the spouses and nurtures our emotional health. When these basic emotional needs are frustrated either by our mindless lifestyles or the uncaring husbands , the deprived women might resort to the ultimate step of summoning a gigolo to their bedrooms. Please don’t mistake me, I am not at all supporting the acts of these women customers; I don’t even justify them. But I am sad that their husbands have not given them their emotional nutrition which has pushed them to the extreme state of being in the company of another man and even paying for it. I do concede that there are millions of women in this country who, when so deprived, have just grinned and borne it and have not even breathed a word about it to the outside world. There are many Vidyas (the heroine in my Love Letter story) who are waiting for an eternity for their husbands to come back from their Gulf jobs or foreign assignments. There are older Vidyas too; women in forties whose husbands is forever away from them- either working in a different place or travelling most of the time. But the worst case is that of the woman whose husband lives with her under the same roof, yet does not have the time or inclination to talk to her, to hold her hands, to praise her looks, to appreciate her cooking or just kiss her at least once in a day. In fine, the confession of this male prostitute rings a sad warning bell that the fundamental family framework is being threatened by the alien lifestyles which we have mindlessly adopted. I am deeply disturbed. I can’t wait to learn about your views.