Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love Page #2

you what?

I went to the king's chamber,

And I gave myself to him

the night of his wedding.

Ohh. Was he as good as his father?

Oh, rasa devi,

the fuss, the shame.

Shame?

Now, that is an ancient word.

When the king I served

as chief courtesan

went to war,

the Queen, being the dutiful wife

she was,

washed his feet with holy water.

She drank the same water

every day he was gone.

When he came back...

he rode straight to my door.

Do you think

that honored the Queen?

Honor and shame

maybe two sides of the same coin.

It's so beautiful here.

You are welcome to live

with us here, maya.

I prepare women.

Some become courtesans

in the king's harem.

I teach my girls the kamasutra- -

that the art of love

is much more than the act itself.

Come.

Rest.

You have it in you

to be a great courtesan, maya.

Reserved maybe

for raj singh himself.

The king?

And why not?

No, rasa devi, never.

Hush.

We shall not speak of it again.

You stay here as a daughter.

And if you change your mind...

you come tell me.

I used to worship inside temples...

until I saw that everything

around me was holy...

the waterfall...

stone...

grass.

All pure spirit.

Now like a madman,

I worship everything I see...

like you.

There's a story told

about the neighboring king

And his favorite courtesan.

This courtesan became pregnant

at the same time as his Queen.

She gave birth to a son

a few days before the Queen

had a daughter.

The courtesan knew that her son

would be considered

a threat to the throne,

so the eunuchs would be dispatched

to kill her child.

She was determined to save him.

It was diwali, and the potters

came to gift their vessels.

Suddenly, the courtesan

had an idea.

She begged one of the potters

to smuggle her baby out

in an unused urn.

Did the courtesan

see her son again?

Yes, she did.

Every few years the boy would be

dresser as a girl

And smuggled into the inner court.

Why?

Men can't enter the harem.

So they dresser the boy up,

And his mother would take him

along secret passages.

They would spend

a few hours together.

Then he would be smuggled out...

And the courtesan knew

that it would be some time

before she saw her child again.

A few years later she died.

Maya, come.

And this position is called

twining of the creeper.

Now we add to this

what the kamasutra calls

the throbbing kiss.

And this is the way for both

lovers to have the pleasure

of kissing the lower lip

at the same time.

This was gentle.

What about when love

feels intense?

On the first union, for example,

or when angry lovers

are reconciled?

Or when one is intoxicated

And full of energy?

How can we express

our passion then?

Called by the kamasutra,

"the blade of the saw."

A woman who sees the marks of her

lover's nails on her body

becomes excited again.

Always remember, there should

be variety in love s port.

Jai, your padmini is there.

There, there. She's be en

waiting for hours. Go.

I forgot to return this

to you the other day.

You touch me,

And I don't know if it's

about your work or...

about what?

Something else.

Dont ask me to name it.

Is what you do different from them,

from the men in the street?

You're the same as them,

aren't you?

You're accusing me of being

the same as those men?

I'll take you somewhere tonight,

And you can see for yourself.

But you will have

to dress like a man.

Examining. Examining.

Leave. I' m going in as a commoner.

Can I have some wine?

Kumar.

Sahib?

You don't know me, kumar.

Tonight I' m one of you.

Come here, you cheap little slut.

There is joy in 3 things - -

eating meat, riding meat,

And putting m eat into meat.

I need a woman.

Chand rabai, can you get me

a young one?

May I entreat you to see

a special flower of mine?

A virgin as yet unknown to men.

I had a virgin not so long ago.

A strange girl with a face

like a Queen.

Sometimes I still long for her.

All the way from the Himalayas.

Padmini herself.

A fresh rose of the gutter

to bloom only for you.

Almost the face of a Queen.

I'll take her.

Enjoying? Huh?

Oh, rasa!

You have seen how some men

can be like animals,

but it is not all men.

I don't believe Jai kumar

is like that.

And since when is woman simply

a helpless animal?

Just like men, we are awake

And filled with longing.

But - -

no buts.

Passion remains the spirit

behind existence, maya.

Nothing will ever change that.

It's how we use our passion

that is of essence.

Now we must listen to what

the kamasutra teaches,

that the true union

between man and woman

can take us beyond this

animal lust into total trust

And merging with the other,

where each becomes both.

Imagine such bliss.

The story you told me

about the courtesan and her son,

it was you, wasn't it?

Jai.

I made some coconut rice for you.

I know you don't usually eat

when you work.

Something's wrong.

What is it? Tell me.

I' m working differently.

But that's good, isn't it?

She's beautiful.

Something about being with you has

when I work,

I see you all the time.

You're with me at every moment.

Is that all you see in me,

your work,

a piece of stone?

What if I can't work properly

without you?

You don't have to.

We can work together.

No. I've never needed anyone.

I've never need

to rely on anyone.

We can't be together.

Don't fall in love with me.

You were the one that talked

about love all the time.

And now it's facing you,

you run from it.

Sometimes things

don't make sense immediately.

I have known him a few years now.

He is used to being alone.

Be patient, maya.

Be patient.

I would have done anything

just to be with him.

What kind of love are you

talking about,

real love?

If you're looking for real love,

you've chosen

the hardest task of all.

The work for which all

other work is but preparation.

But I was ready.

I wanted to give myself to him.

Love does not mean surrender

losing yourself.

It is a call to ripen.

Don't look for straight lines,

maya.

Life is never like that.

I want to understand properly,

rasa devi.

I want to learn

about the rules of love

And how to apply them.

And if I can't use them

on the one I love...

I'll use them on the ones I don't.

Teach me.

I' m ready.

At all times and in all countries,

there's ever been a little rivalry

between the chaste

And the unchaste.

But while some women

are born courtesans,

Let's face it,

every woman has got

an inkling of the profession

in her nature

And makes herself agreable

to the other sex.

One of the art s of courtesan

is that while she involves

herself in s ex

without love,

she conducts herself as

if love were indeed natural.

Because we all know

that men love women

who apparently love them.

But even courtesans should not

always be welcoming

because we must know that men

are apt to despise

things that are easily acquired.

You can hear all these rules,

but remember once the wheel

of love is set in motion...

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