I really don’t know what prompted this, but I just didn’t understand why people won’t want their name on something so cool. He asked me again - usually everyone got pseudonymous dude credits like, I didn’t understand why they did that, maybe shame. So I stuck to what I knew best - I merely provided the storyline.īut I asked him to give me credit by name - as in mention my name on the cover. I have always been in a hurry, and hurry is bad for lovemaking. And I loved my absurd plots more than writing the erotic parts. I did write the porn but he told me that “lovemaking isn’t alternate oohs and aahs” which I think is quite true. In this one too, Deshmukh edited the storyline and wrote the porn himself. The story would end with Ashok congratulating SB on her good management of the home. In their flashback would be their sequences with SB. He would be visited by the cablewallah, doodhwallah etc etc and none will take money from him. Her husband Ashok would be at home, alone.
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This time I was full on exploring my ‘krativity’ - Savita won’t be at the house, she would be at her maayka. So I was happy.įew weeks later, I suggested another idea and Deshmukh responded. I have never been a perfect anatomy, third angle to the fifth perspective aur pata nahi kya guy. As someone who draws - I liked the illustrations. Immediately afterwards I bumped into my buddy Adhiraj Singh and the staff of what was then Random magazine (today Comic Con India). I did my bit, he did his bit and Savita in Shimla was out soon.Īnd then I went out, feeling super, like an invisible 26 th January parade was on. He asked me to send him a rough plot and that he’ll take care of the rest. Although, he suggested we change the location to Shimla and he’d rather have a dacoit instead of Osama. He liked the story and wanted me to flesh it out. Next day I got an email from a “Deshmukh” - the pseudonym for the owner of SB. It might not be good, but I can write one. I saw Savita Bhabhi as something funny, something naughty that I could write. Why did I feel like writing a story for Savita Bhabhi? Well, I like funny and I want to be a part of funny things and contribute to them. She lures him out of hiding and fucks him till he’s tired and ready to surrender. So the story I wrote was this: Savita Bhabhi goes to Afghanistan to catch Osama Bin Laden on behalf of the USA. I was deep into research then: Tarbela dam, Afghanistan, behaviour of frontier tribes etc. It was inspired by the graphic novel I was working on. Instead I saw their invitation asking for stories from the readers. I think it’s because you get the feeling that the new films take themselves very seriously and the old ones didn’t.Īnyway, I thought the Savita Bhabhi forum would have gold. Recent porn films, which want to be tasteful and HD and stuff no longer have that funny-ness. But between the absurdity and the bad acting it somehow creates something that is actually not bad - something unusual. Full-length porn, you know the old porn movies, their stories border on the absurd. I find the stories in porn films to be exceptional. By good porn I mean, you know, the porn that works for you at that moment in time. Forums were a great place to find good porn. This was before you could stream porn online, or at least before I could. Then it was just the readers and bhabhiji. The one love, save artists, world is one, wow Savita Bhabhi so cool ya brigade came later, much later to the party. Right then only the genuine, tharki, fun-loving audience were reading it. Even the comics that followed had good artwork, but the concept in itself sparked my engine, and I guess everyone else’s. The artwork of the first Savita Bhabhi comic - The Bra Salesman - is really good. Not that the Savita Bhabhi treatment was bad. Some ideas are so strong that sometimes the treatment doesn’t really matter. The first few Savita Bhabhi episodes had come out and I, like everyone else, was reading them all.
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And I had just started work on my first graphic novel, which was to be a serious Pakistan-India dhishkyaun dhishkyaun shahkar. My friend and I were working on our design start-up. I was a fresh computer science graduate, who was freelancing for a magazine. It started in 2009 when Savita Bhabhi had just begun.
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How did I end up writing Savita Bhabhi stories? I am clarifying this not out of fear of the law, but out of respect for the creators. I wasn’t even able to write the porn parts. Here is something you should know about me.