Boobs! We, men, women, children who have access to the internet, we are all interested in a pair of boobs. We find them interesting. I may go so far as saying that we are obsessed with them. I say obsessed because we don’t discuss about boobs on the dining table. We discuss movies, music, politics, and conspiracy theories behind Arnab Goswami’s angst. We are passionate about these things, but not obsessed. What we are obsessed about, we don’t talk about them. It is our obsessions. We don’t like being judged, especially for our obsessions. There are few things, which we as a species are collectively obsessed with. And there is no greater obsession we share and participate in our privacy, than what comes out of our body. Farts, shit, lint, ear wax, boogers, the smells... We are obsessed with them all. And because of this shared obsession, I can safely confess that my bum and my belly button smell the same. The smell is repulsive at first, much like the taste of beer. But the more...