Nudist Photo Family Teenage Jaybird Magazine No.4
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A story from Nudist Photo Family Teenage Jaybird Magazine
In India, being nude was a privilege of the gods. Only a school of philosophers, and a single female poet and saint dared to join them.
WHERE THE MIGHTY Himalayas loom, people have an expression: skyclad. If you’re skyclad, you’re nude.
In Tibet and India nudity stands for the utmost in purity and freedom, so skyclad is a word reserved for gods and holy people. Lalla the Skyclad was a holy woman of Kashmir who danced in the buff and wrote verses praising the god Shiva six hundred years ago.
In the fourteenth century ordinary people in Kashmir weren’t any friendlier to nudism than ordinary people are
today. More than once Lalla was asked an unvarnished question: “How can you go naked in front of men?”
Lalla’s reply was cool: “The only real men are those who fear God—and I don’t see many such men around!”
Even to this day Kashmir is pretty close to Shangri-La. The snowy-headed mountains shield the land from savage
monsoon rains, and the people from skin-darkening sun. The songwriter who pined for “pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar” wasn’t just writing poetry. The fair-skinned people of Kashmir look like angels to the dusky outlanders.
Legend says the lush Kashmiri valley was once a lake. The earliest inhabitants werethe Naga, the people of the snake (the Freudian symbolism of the snake seems almost to foreshadow the phallic preoccupation of Lalla’s sect, the Shaivists). Kashmir has lakes and floating gardens and thin, crisp air. Little wonder that
poets pushed their pens with such fervor there both before and after Lall a’s time.
Kashmir has also long been known for shawls so finely woven of silk that one can be passed through the ring from a lady’s finger. But a Kashmir shawl was one worldly thing Lalla didn’t need, after she freed herself from false propriety in the form of clothing and matrimony.
Lalla had lived as a staid married lady, discreetly clad in her sari, in the little town of Panchenthar, near Srinigar. Like many married ladies of other places and times, Lalla had mother-in-law trouble. In a Hindu household, then as now, the husband’s mother was a power to reckon with, and Lalla’s mother-in-law took
more reckoning than most.
In the way of small-town people, tongue waggers took up the trouble and made it into a local saying: “Neither a chicken, nor a goose—but a stone for Lalla!”