Art(?) of the Modern Indian Male(?)

Of late I have noticed that there has been a disgusting rise in a uniquely male phenomenon, akin to the sight of relieving oneself in public. Whether it is a universal male behavior or is restricted to the Indian male is something I cannot comment on; take it that it has been rise in India at least. I am talking about defacing public spaces with obscene graffiti, with special focus on female anatomy.
Get into any of the railway coaches (especially the sleeper class) and have a look in the washrooms. You would be surprised at the artistic skill we men have developed. The artwork ranges from factual, accurate work to a “modern art” kind with words and phrases to ensure comprehension. While the scribbling on the restroom walls has somehow gained some sort of acceptance (indifference would be the right word, I would say), the “creative heads” have become more daring.
Recently, while using the elevator, one of my friends pointed out an etching on the display panel of the elevator. This elevator is a 1500 kg capacity regular Mitsubishi elevator made of reinforced steel. I would categorize it as a graffiti enthusiast’s nightmare; no scope to etch/scratch/scribble anything remotely long-lasting on its surface. And yet you have these corporate “hooligans” who put on their best creative hats to record their ideas and feelings to their colleagues and posterity. I would imagine that people moving in elevators in an office building would have more important stuff to ruminate over.
This distressing phenomenon has moved to our home spaces too. One look around in the apartment lifts (you are spared a lot of suffering if you do not stay in apartments) and you would get uncomfortable every time you are sharing the lift with a member of the opposite sex. No amount of repainting gives the lift a makeover, it just provides the “art” lover to engage his skills over a new canvas, to his great glee. That the graffiti appears overnight is astounding; I cannot imagine a higher sense of commitment, if only it was for a higher purpose …..
While there can be no justification for this sort of behavior, the reasons are not hard to deduce. The Indian male is in doldrums, a sort of teenage phenomenon for the Indian male society. While he is exposed to free sexual thought and expression of the west (thanks to the manifold channels dotting our entertainment landscape), his conservative upbringing counsels him abeyance. Thus unable to cut asunder the links to the past culture and at the same time being prodded by pure primal instinct, he resorts to one form of expression that is both anonymous and rebellious.
The solution to this problem, like the solution to any other Indian problem, is necessarily complex. While legal means (Graffiti would be punishable under law) would be a recipe for sure failure, regulatory means (Control over content in various media) would make the government the favorite punching bag of all and sundry, and social means (remember the old days when any “uncle” in the street could rap you on your knuckles for smoking? And your parents would stoutly support him and thank him?) unacceptable to modern India, innovative approaches must be adopted to eradicate this scrooge. And this must be done at the earliest or India would add another title to its list of sobriquets, that of being the world’s capital for Graffiti.
PS: While I do not have the figures to prove it either way, I have called it a male phenomenon purely for political and diplomatic reasons. I do not want to risk hurting the last of the sentiments of the better half of the population with the charge of mental harassment being punishable with 5 yrs imprisonment or more.