Indians have small dicks?

This is a cut and paste from another board. They said it was from the BBC. Can any experienced travelers to India verify these findings?

A survey of more than 1,000 men in India has concluded that condoms made according to international sizes are too large for a majority of Indian men.
The study found that more than half of the men measured had penises that were shorter than international standards for condoms.

It has led to a call for condoms to be provided in smaller sizes designed for Indian men.

The two-year study was carried out by the Indian Council of Medical Research.

Representative

Over 1,200 volunteers from the length and breadth of the country had their penises measured precisely, down to the last millimetre.

The scientists even checked their sample was representative of India as a whole in terms of class, religion and urban and rural dwellers.


The problem affects HIV prevention

The conclusion of all this scientific endeavour is that about 60% of Indian men have penises which are between three and five centimetres shorter than international standards used in condom manufacture.

Doctor Chander Puri, a specialist in reproductive health at the Indian Council of Medical Research, told the BBC there was an obvious need in India for custom-made condoms, as most of those currently on sale are too large.

The issue is serious because about one in every five times a condom is used in India it either falls off or tears, an extremely high failure rate.

And the country already has the highest number of HIV infections of any nation.

Mr Puri said that since Indians would be embarrassed about going to a chemist to ask for smaller condoms there should be vending machines dispensing different sizes all around the country.

"Smaller condoms are on sale in India. But there is a lack of awareness that different sizes are available. There is anxiety talking about the issue. And normally one feels shy to go to a chemist's shop and ask for a smaller size condom."

'Not a problem'

But Indian men need not be concerned about measuring up internationally according to Sunil Mehra, the former editor of the Indian version of the men's magazine Maxim.

"It's not size, it's what you do with it that matters," he said.

"From our population, the evidence is Indians are doing pretty well. With apologies to the poet Alexander Pope, you could say, for inches and centimetres, let fools contend."

[Smiles]

As the old cliche goes: "... It's not how big it is, but how you use it ..." or something like that. Notwithstanding that the thought was undoubtedly written by someone with a weeny weiner, there is some truth to that.
A corollary to that above goes something like this: " ... it ain't how long it is, but how thick ... ". Some truth to that as well I suppose.

Whatever ... the Indian sub-continent is loaded to the gunwhales with ancient temples covered in bas relief figures "doing it" in all imaginable positions. I learned a few of them myself in the big glossy picture books in the history/anthropology section of the local library at age 8 . . . and practised them some years later with good old 'Uncle Edith'.

So if the general ubiquitousness of bas relief pornography has anything to do with dick size, then the Indian male should be assumed to be hung like (Indian) elephants.

Cheers ...

Not the ones I've done.

I doubted the validity of this report but since I have not visited the Indian sub-continent, I thought I better inquire about first hand experiences. The research seemed impressive. It was reported by the BBC. It must be true! The study was carried out by the Indian Council of Medical Research. That sounds as if it is noteworthy. The study took two years. No rush to judgment. The sample size was small, though. There are over a half a billion males in the country and this study makes this conclusion with a sample group of 1,200.

I hope I am able to conduct my own research in the not too distant future. I do not really care if I come up with the same conclusions, because over a mouthful is wasted anyway.

[Jetsam]

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The story was read. Comment was, "Maybe that's why they are always so grumpy when I call for tech support!"

Perhaps the new spray-ons are the answer? But they turned up in a comedy routine also; prompting the question, "But how does one get them off? Have you ever peeled paint!"
Well, how DO you get the damn things off?!...Turpentine?!!!

Tell it ALL, Smiles: you didn't like Uncle Edith to wear one of those funny-lookin' "Baggies" when dear Uncle Edith assisted you with the ... #5 position, was it?...and sang, "Oh, throw your legs over the man in the moon...(Turn) blow, blow, blow the man down...."

One night bf & I were enjoying a beer at Cocobanana: Now Panorama--Some call it Pan-O.... something else, when mahuts came round with an elephant.
As they departed bf said, "I wish koi me same-same."
I laughed and nodded toward the elephant, "You are same-same charng."
"Mai sure,' (Not believe.) he said.
"Lady elephant," said I.
He took a better look and saw it was indeed a female--But he hit me just the same.


Is this news related to the other topic, Indians buy Hard Cock hotel ?
What! They've bought the Malaysia!!!

[cottmann]

.... The sample size was small, though......

Dreadful pun.

They very well may be the smallest in Asia, but then I have also seen some of the biggest in Asia in India.

I was catching a taxi to Mumbai airport early one morning when a stark naked and extraordinarily athletic man ran across a small beach up to the road edge just as we were passing, he had a huge cock slapping from side to side, when I mean huge it was both thick and very very long, his balls were also unusually hefty and bounced under the weight, when I looked up at his face I was briefly stunned to see it was my strikingly good looking valet from the Taj Mahal, he tried flagging down the car as though he wanted a ride, seeing this as being a bit rude the taxi driver instead accelerated away.

India I have found to be one of the most unexpected places on the globe, nothing is as it seems. Five minutes walk from my hotel on the way to my first visit to a beach, a small boy joined me, he couldn't have been more than six years old. He skipped and jumped along side me, keeping up with my long legs and held a most unusual morning conversation. Firstly he wanted to know if he could polish my shoes, but they had just been done by the valet, then he asked if I wanted my cock sucked instead! This made me stop in my tracks and look down at his little snotty face in wonder, it was so unexpected. I gave him a few bank notes and told to be on his way.
Unfortunately he wasn't ready to be on his way and continued running after me pouring forth a list of alternative sexual acts he could offer. When he got to "Sir can piss in my face?", I noticed I had not been concentrating fully on where i was going. I found myself in the middle of what looked like Calcutta and prime Mother Teresa country, millions of people, open sewers and flies like I have never seen before. Suddenly I noticed the boy was no longer by my side, and I began to worry for my safety, thinking I had been misled into the heart of darkness. Luckily I spotted some fishing boats shimmering in the rosy morning sun at the end of a long dark and wet alley-way and was relieved that I couldn't have been far from the sea. So I merrily made my way down to this promising glimmer of light, carefully avoiding slipping on the slimy sludge or stepping in the stagnant grey pools.

When I got there I plonked myself down on the beach without a second thought, breathed out deeply and lit a cigaret. There were some small waves and a jostle of naked boys swimming and having fun. One of them saw me and instantly ran up the beach to where I was sitting. All he did was look right into my face wobble his head while dripping water down his cheeks and onto my shoes, and then run off back into the sea. As I watched his little feet plough into the sand sending up little clumps of "sand", I noticed the beach for the first time. Having just emerged from Calcutta the open air had given me no clues to what I was in fact sitting on, wall to wall shit. The entire beach from end to end was one giant latrine, evenly and solidly spread with crap.

The children were swimming amongst bobbing and drifting floaters, and to the left and right there were adults gathered, squatted down, pleasantly chatting, shooting the breeze and dropping their morning load whilst all the while looking sagely out to sea at a great mother fucker of a war ship gliding slowly past, silently and ominously flying the stars and stripes.

[Surfcrest]

..... while looking sagely out to sea at a great mother fucker of a war ship gliding slowly past, silently and ominously flying the stars and stripes.

And so you are saying an American warship glided slowly past and close enough for you
to make out the American flag? Interesting, although a tad unbelievable.

You shouldn't let your hatred of the American way spoil your ability to weave such
wonderful tales. You probably had some of the slower folks going there for awhile.
Folks who, like you sitting / smoking on the beach, who've read so much b.s. that
they too didn't realize they were sitting on a cracker evenly spread of it.

Surfcrest

And so you are saying an American warship glided slowly past and close enough for you
to make out the American flag? Interesting, although a tad unbelievable.

You shouldn't let your hatred of the American way spoil your ability to weave such
wonderful tales. You probably had some of the slower folks going there for awhile.
Folks who, like you sitting / smoking on the beach, who've read so much b.s. that
they too didn't realize they were sitting on a cracker evenly spread of it.

Surfcrest

What can I say, it did indeed. There is a big naval base there and as the ships leave they sail across a sort of peer or spur of land that juts out just near "the beach" so you can see em pretty easily. Perhaps it was a calculated risk who knows, it was very early in the morning, you know the time when everyone shits if they are regular. Despite the health hazards and vegetarian diet in Mumbai I am pleased to report the population seems to be spot on time.
You obviously haven't been to Mumbai. This is not a "tale" it is exactly as it happened. Would I make up a story about paedophilia in Mumbai, you have the wrong person.
Which bit dont you believe, they shit on the beach because the tide supposedly flushes the kukkha away. Take a couple of million squatters (pun intended) and you have wall to wall crap!

I didn't express an opinion about America.

..... while looking sagely out to sea at a great mother fucker of a war ship gliding slowly past, silently and ominously flying the stars and stripes.

And so you are saying an American warship glided slowly past and close enough for you
to make out the American flag? Interesting, although a tad unbelievable.

Surfcrest

Surfcrest, you really should do a bit of research before leaping into 'print'.

The Western Naval Command HQ is based at Mumbai and the base is also used by other nations as a supply depot.

Cedric's story is quite believable and had you been to Mumbai ( not something that I would really recommend though) you would know it is easy to spot the nationality of ships leaving and entering the dock areas.

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