Men are born with autofocus.

        Many of us have experienced defining moments in our lives..not unlike the stereotypical 'Aha' or the 'Eureka' moments, but not exactly the same either. These moments get etched into the memory and are the ones that we count at the end of the life- duh. Most of us are also lazy to think them over, leave alone writing them down. I am going to become one of the exceptions now precisely because I have nothing else to do.. with more time to spend than I want, I cannot be blamed for this. Story goes something like this..
        I am the simple, naive, straight, quiet, shy, enthusiastic young lad with deep interest in painting, sketching, music out of love for creativity and nothing else. You need to remember that. The iitian in me had always wanted to study those subjects from academic point of view. After 3 yrs of unconscious brainwashing, I have been instilled with these attitudes, though whether they are for the good is another matter altogether. The opportunity came knocking on the door when we were given the much valued freedom of choice (believe me, it becomes far too relevant when it comes to choosing subjects) for humanities and social sciences electives. Me and my flying friend KP aka Kalyat Panauli (come again, kaunsi panauti?) Ashwin Krishna (sigh). These South-Indian guys have fetishes for long names but this guy has an equally long life-story to go along with his name. The great Jean-Paul Sartre (may his existentialist soul rest in peace) once said, men are 'doomed' to be free. Likewise, South-Indians are doomed to have long names. But I won't digress more and will come straight to the point. We were paying one of our regular visits to one of the Professor's classes, mind you, out of no intention to learn but due to lack of anything better to do like most IITians find themselves doing early in the morning (~9:30 am).
        At this point of time, I would like to point out the reason behind my peculiar choice of words "paying a visit", the reason being that this class was like no other class. Here, one could have a breakfast at the KRESIT-canteen on the ground floor and announce the entry into the auditorium at 10:00am like nothing was wrong with it. The sun would still rise in the east and we were still the kings of our own worlds. The Professor always overlooked this, or rather chose to overlook. The topic of discussion was paintings of the Modern era as indicated by the highly polished presentation going on. Now the queer thing about that Professor was that he has the habit of making questionable/ obscene gestures with his hands which actually and fortunately go with the explaining act. While this was first noticed by KP on account of his highly receptive sensors and filters to this kind of info (come on now,  remember I am the simple, naive guy), almost every male in the class knew of the Professor's antics by the end of the class. None of the girls had a wind of it. Coming to the male to female ratio, I would say this class enjoyed a much better ratio (5:1) than most of us IITians would ever dream of, and the females of this class were also much more progressive (yay). So we guys would fight to stop the gales of laughter whenever the Professor would submerge himself into the explaining act. Men are certainly born with autofocus.
        I must make my statement before any rogue feminist out there comes and cuts my throat and shuts me up for good before I can protest on the basis of the cherished freedom of expression. Remember ever being at a bus stop crowded with men and only one woman? I know you won't remember that. You wouldn't notice the men but only the woman! That is what I mean by autofocus. We are born with it. The situation is same with every animal species. Take the example of the peacock. It has to flaunt its feathers to attract the attention of the peahen who is always the center of attention. Ah, back to THE incident, we were still clutching our stomachs in silent laughter while the Professor and the girls looked unruffled. My sympathies with the poor guy giving the presentation. The old man had stolen his show. But the best is yet to come. The presentation guy was flicking through the slides due to lack of time thanks to the Professor's overly expansive explanations. We were trying to follow the slides as much as possible and STOP spake the Professor.
Professor: Go a slide back.
Presentation guy:..
Professor: Now this is the picture of two nude women and.....