Cheerleaders: a fantasy..!

Voluptuous young girls, showing thigh and cleavage, skirts rising, necklines plunging as with spring and bounce they leave a million viewers titillated and gasping for more!
Did you see Gilchrist’s six? No I saw her thirty-six, twenty- eight, thirty- six!
Many years ago I interviewed the famous film actor I S Johar, a man full of wit and laughter, he was into one of many avatars and this time that of a godman. He sat in front of me in his saffron robes and I must say rather grudgingly looked every bit a godman.
Our conversation teetered round to Hindi cinema and I told him I wasn’t too fond of heroines dancing round trees, dream sequences and dances. He looked at me with a smile and suddenly became serious.
“Tell me Bob, where else can the poor man get all his fantasies within three hours for the price of a movie ticket! The poor man can’t afford to visit a cabaret but for two rupees fifty paisa he sees floorshow entertainment with his favorite actress acting his fantasies!”
I nodded as he continued: “After a hard day toiling in field or up on scaffolding, the labourer sees semi nude women seducing him and for three hours he is lured, tempted, enticed and ensnared.”
“For three hours he indulges in a visual fantasy, without actually cheating on his wife and after movie is over goes back to his rough, tough, mundane world, recharged and refreshed.”
“All this for the price of a cup of tea!”
“Would you deprive them of that Bob?”
I shook my head.
I shake my head again, as wily politician; our new moral police suddenly find the girls on the outfield obscene!
“This is against our culture!” they shout.
“Western influence!” they scream.
“My dear political leaders, you who spent your two rupees fifty paisa on same fodder I was fed on, didn’t you get your eye fill of ogling in yonder old theatre hall?”
Today its not about cricket anymore, its about entertaining the masses, “So,” as I.S.Johar would have said if he were living, “throw in some cabaret dancers, some stuntmen with their stunts, some fight scenes like that of Harbhajan and Sreesanth, and you’ve got a blockbuster!”
This isn’t about cricket anymore, its about entertainment for the masses, and also let me whisper in your ear, “ If you wily political fellows can lure voters using communal hate and linguistic issues, then what’s wrong with winning more viewers with innocent thigh and cheering cleavage?
Cheerleaders; they’re our old fantasies in new bottles...!