Tuesday, October 09, 2007
This is one of my most favorite scenes of Satyajit Ray's many films. The film is the first part of a trilogy famous as the "Apu Trilogy".
This scene captures the inquisitiveness of two children about a train that crosses the fields. It is one of the most enchanting scenes ever filmed in Indian cinema.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
He smiled at me and said "So, sweetheart, how was the night?" I replied..."I never wanted it to end..." He said "It'll never."
We met his mum at the breakfast table after he took a shower. I became very conscious of her presence and was trying my best to hide the obvious signs of our passionate love making. But as they say, God made women cleverer than men! She obviously saw the signs, laughed and said..."Jeet, you don't have to hide anything. I am happy that you have brought laughter back into my son's life after ages." I looked up at her, smiled and said..."Your son has made me the happiest too!"
The next one month went by in a jiffy. We used to meet every single day. We used to go off to nearby places on the weekends. We took a weekend getaway to Goa and made love on a moonlit night on the beach. We attended parties together and clearly everyone noticed us together. People used to hit on him all the time but he'd just say "I am already taken."
Things were going on as a perfect dream. I couldn't be any happier. I had finally found a reason to live, not to just exist.
May 12, 2006. He called me early in the morning and asked me about my plans for the evening. When I told him that I didn't have any plans, he promptly asked me for dinner. I agreed. We met at the same restaurant where we had met for the first time. Over dinner, I noticed that he was not speaking much. I asked him "What's the matter? Is anything wrong?". He smiled and said "Nothings wrong. But I have to tell you something." I asked him "What?" He was looking rather perturbed as he said "Remember, I had told you when we met, that I had applied to the University of Ohio while I was still in London." I said, "Oh, yes, I remember that, what about it?" He smiled and said "Well, they have wrote back to me and have offered me a full scholarship." I said "Wow, that's great! So, what are you planning to do? Are you going to take it?" He said "Well, I am really confused. I don't really know what to do. I can't leave you and go to America." I said "Come on, it's not that you'll be gone for a lifetime. Sooner than later, you're gonna be back, right?" He said "I don't know Jeet. What if I don't get to come back? Ever since Mom has heard about it, she told me that she would want to come along with me too. She wants to stay with my aunt who stays in Glens ville, FL."
Then it hit me. This guy could be gone in weeks. What am I going to do when he's gone? How am I going to live without seeing him everyday? How? Why did God give it to me and just take it away like that? Why? Why? Why?
A surge of emotions overwhelmed me. But, then I thought why should I stop him from pursuing his dreams? Why should I stop him from getting whatever he wants out of his life? So, I said "Hey, come on! I think that's a great idea. You should take aunt with you. She would be so lonely without you here anyway. Come on, cheer up! You must take this offer. This could be once in a lifetime opportunity. You could really reach for the stars. And if you think that I am going to disappear, that ain't happening mister!" I smiled "I am gonna be here waiting for you to come back. Who knows maybe in a year's time, I could end up being there too! So, hey, you're gonna reply back to them and tell them that you're gratefully accepting their scholarship."
The dinner ended but I could feel that he was restless. I tried to calm him. But it was becoming increasingly difficult for me too to stay calm. I was just not prepared for such a turn of events. It was not that we had broken off but the pangs of impending separation was too much to bear. It was late at night, when we started walking hand in hand on the Bandstand. We walked and walked without speaking a word. We sat on one of the benches there and soon both of us were crying. We were in each other's arms as tears trickled down our faces. We tried to console each other but the emotions were too much too control. The night ended thus...
June 2, 2006, Mumbai International Airport. We reached the airport well before time. Aunty was consoling me all the way telling me that she would make sure that he doesn't forget me. He was looking pale and sad. I was sad too that they were leaving. Leaving behind memories that would always remain with me. We whiled away some time in the lounge. Finally around 11 PM, the check in started. We hugged each other one final time. We both had tears in our eyes. He just wouldn't let me go. I finally had to push him off me and say "Go!" Aunty hugged me. She had tears in her eyes too. She blessed me and said..."Son, you'll always be happy."
As they walked down the airport lounge towards the check in counter, the airport music system began to play the old number...
Darlin' I promise you this...
I'll send you all my love, everyday in a letter...
Sealed with a kiss...
It's gonna be a cold lonely summer...
But I'll fill the emptiness...
I'll send you all my love, everyday in a letter...
Sealed with a kiss...
I have spent all of my life...
Waiting for tonight, when you'd be here in my arms
Waiting for tonight...
He had a mischievous smile on his face. He winked at me and came towards me. He was holding the towel with his hands around his waist! The water glistened on his smooth body! He came to me and shook his head again! The water from his head came down in a shower on me and I curled up in the bed. He fixed the towel in place and sat beside me. I could feel my breaths becoming faster and faster as he came close to me. His face was just inches away from mine. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his...and before I could close my eyes, his lips were locked with mine.
Our tongues entwined with each other and our eyes were closed. Without even opening our eyes, we could feel my clothes coming off, his towel flying away somewhere. I was lying down on my back on the bed and he was by my side. His strong arms clutched me towards him. He grabbed my head with one hand and pulled me by my butt towards him, never letting go of my lips. The kiss lasted for a life time!
When finally, we opened our eyes, we got to see each others' naked bodies for the first time. What I saw left me speechless! He could surely put David of Michaelangelo to shame. Yet, what made him even sexier was that he had a heart full of love! David was sculpted out of stone. This David was real! This one loved me!
He too loved what he saw! We didn't say a word to each other referring to each other's bodies. Our actions did all the talking. His hand glided down my neck to my back. Next, he pinned me down to the bed and came over me. He looked directly into my eyes and I looked up to his. He came down on me started kissing my neck, my shoulders. He started to lick every inch that he could reach. He worked his way down my neck, shoulders, to my chest! He bit into my smooth chest and gave me a hickey. He nibbled on my nipples and my earlobes. He licked every corner of my armpits. I clasped him with my arms and my finger nails went down his back. I played with his hair as he made me see stars with his magic.
It was my time to take charge. I rolled him over and climbed on him. He was smiling and it was clear to me that he was indeed liking every bit of it. I started the same way as he did. I started by licking his neck, poking my tongue into his ears and gently nibbling on them. My tongue glided down his shoulders to his biceps and then to his armpits. My hands tickled him on his waist. I moved back to his neck and gave him a love bite! He grabbed my head towards him as my teeth bit into his neck. When I was over with it, I saw that a huge hickey had appeared on the left side of his neck. I went down to his chest and licked every inch of it. He squealed in delight as my tongue encircled his navel. I nibbled on his love handles and it drove him into the peak of frenzy.
What happened next will go down as the most memorable night of my life! We did everything that was possible for two men to do to each other but what made it special was that it was not out of just lust! It was not 'sex'. It was love making. When we were spent, we lay in each other's arms. He held me close to him and my head was buried in his chest! We kissed once more. The CD had come back to the same song.
On my empty heart all alone in my bed...
Tossing and turning emotions were strong...
I knew I had to hold on...
Waiting for tonight when you'd be here in my arms...
Waiting for tonight!
To be continued...
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
We came back to our senses only when we realized that some car was driving towards us. We settled down in our seats and smiled at each other and then began to laugh and giggle! He started the car and we started to move again. Then he popped a question "Would you like to stay over at my place?" I was totally bowled over by the suddenness of the proposal and even though wanted to say "Yes" a million times over, I just managed to say "Aren't your folks around?" He smiled and said "Oh yes, they are but they wouldn't mind a guest." I still couldn't make up my mind and really began to wonder if it was really a good idea! But his eyes assured me and said "Don't worry, this night is going to be one magical night that you'll never forget." So, I said "OK". Soon our car stopped in front of a bungalow in Pali Hill. As he honked the car horn, a gate keeper came out and opened the gates for us. The car breezed in. As I looked outside from the car, I saw a beautiful building sitting in the middle of an equally beautiful lawn! I thought to myself, this guy surely has taste and smiled at my own destiny!
He parked the car in the garage and we got off the car. I had thought he would probably sneak me in, but no, he surprised me yet again! I could feel my heart beating faster as he held my hand and dragged me towards the main door. He rang the door bell. A few minutes of wait and a beautiful lady opened the door. It was clear to me that she was his mother. She must be in her fifties, her gray hair gave her an incredible dignity, her face had some wrinkles but she was looking as graceful as ever. What surprised me about her is that she seemed to be expecting us! She smiled at me and welcomed me inside. She was being a mother to me too! She asked me if I wanted to have something, if we had had dinner. Then she turned to him and said "Don't keep mama awake for so long to meet your date!!!" I was shocked!! My cheeks turned crimson. I didn't know where to hide. I just managed a sheepish smile. She obviously noticed my discomfort and re-assured me "Sweetheart, it's ok! I am glad that both of you are together. Anyway, I must head for sleeping now. You boys have a good night!" She waved us bye and headed for her bedroom!
He obviously sensed my amazement at the turn of events. He smiled, put his arms around my neck and asked "Are you surprised?" I said "You shouln't be asking that question! I am more than surprised!! This is like the ideal family to me!" He smiled and said "Well, its not been like this always! My Dad disapproved of my sexuality and even turned me out of the house! But my mom's been a sweetheart! That's why I spent five long years away from home! But last year my Dad died...and my mom was totally heart broken! She loved that man!! I thought it was my duty to come and stay with her after completing my studies! So, I came back! She was more than glad to welcome me!" I could sense that his voice choked as he spoke!
Whatever he said really moved me! I had always thought that rich people are probably the happiest people. But then, here was a guy who was hugely rich but had had his share of grief, sorrow and rejection! So, at some level, whether rich or poor, whether black or white, whether straight or gay, we are all the same!!!
Anyway, I couldn't speak much. I just went close to him and gave him a tight hug and he reciprocated too! We stood like that for some time and then he laughed and said "Are we going to spend the night here like this?" I was so lost in my thoughts that it took me a while to come back to my senses and I just laughed and said ..."You tell me, it's your night after all!" He cut me short and said "No, Jeet, it's OUR night! Come, let me show you my room!"
We climbed to the first floor of the bungalow and came to his room! His room was tastefully done! The room had lavendar walls, beautiful curtains, a soft plush bed, a TV with a Home Theatre system, an attached bath, a huge closet, a dressing table and a huge poster of himself just over the bed! Quite contrary to my expectations, the room was spotlessly clean! There were many scented candles of all shapes and sizes across the room! He had put up a chime next to a window and it produced a lovely sound as a gentle breeze rocked it!
He asked me..."How do you like it?" I said "Wow, your room is beautiful!" I flirted "But no wonder, a beautiful guy like you deserves such a beautiful room!" He giggled and said "Make yourself comfortable. You would need some night clothes, right? Let me get some for you!" He opened his closet and fished out a tee and a pair of shorts! he tossed them on to me and showed me the bathroom! "Go and get fresh. I will play some nice music for you..." I walked into the bathroom and began to get fresh!
When I came out, I found, he had switched off the lights and had lit all the candles and had started playing some fabulosly soft music..music that makes you forget everything and dance to its tunes! I came out of the bathroom in the shorts and the tee but he was still dressed as before. I just froze outside the bathroom door. Nothing could be more romantic than this! He looked at me and said "Like it?" I just blushed and nodded my head. What he did next was unbelievable. He came to me, went down on his knees and said, "Care to dance?" Before, I could even say Yes, he took me by my arms and we started to dance! WOw, this was really turning out to be the night of my dreams!!
The music played and we danced. We danced and danced. I looked at my reflection in his eyes and he looked at his in mine. We went on and on for I don't know how much time but soon we found that our lips had locked yet again...
He lifted me in his arms like a feather and put me down on the bed. He kissed me some more and said "Let me change into something more comfortable..." He stood up and as I saw him walk towards the bathroom, my heart skipped a beat! As the bathroom door closed behind him, I could feel that this night is going to leave me as a new person!
To be continued...
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Ok, now let's look at what this 'Ichchhadhari' concept is. This concept is very simple. Apparently if you do a penance for a 1000 years, you can get a boon from Lord Shiva whereby you can change your form from whatever you are into whatever you want to be! Now, skeptics may argue that no one can survive for a period that long to see the end of the penance. But honey, then we are not talking of ordinary human beings. We are talking about a selected few who have the god-gifted power to do a time warp that could condense those 1000 years into something more manageable like 10 years probably!
But, whatever, let's not get into the discussion about the technicalities or the feasibility of such a penance. Let's talk about something more interesting. I guess most would agree that we all think that we as fags are special people. God gifted each one of us with some unique characteristic which no straight person can possibly acquire. Now, let's assume that we are born with the 'Ichchhadhari' ability. That would possibly be the most delightful thing that could ever happen to us.
Monday, September 03, 2007
It seems funny that although I spent a good fifteen years, I seldom went to places of interest in Bengal. We neither went to Darjeeling nor to Shantiniketan, nor to the Bengalis' favorite get away - Digha. Plans were made on numerous occassions but they fell flat on their face! It's also queer that I seldom roamed around Kolkata on my own. Infact, the only time I went to the much hyped Kolkata Book Fair was in 1996 when a huge fire razed it to ashes!! I had just gone there to take a look at the trail of destruction! I never went inside Victoria Memorial. The only time I saw the Indian Museum or the Botanical Gardens at Shibpur was because the school took all of us on educational trips. I visited Dakshineswar, Belur Math a couple of times, Kalighat probably 3 to 4 times!!! And that was all. I still don't know more than 75% of the places in Kolkata. :-P At one point in time, I used to squirm at the thought of going to places like Garia or Behala or Tollygunge! My Kolkata began from Ravindra Sarovar and ended in New Market! :-D
Monday, August 27, 2007
The two other rooms have also been let out too and they are occupied by one guy each. Recently, one of the rooms got vacant and a guy from Delhi called Naveen has moved in. Naveen is a 25 year old chap, cute looking albeit quite stocky. Though I must say that if he shed those extra pounds he could become quite desirable to the already starving Pune gay community.
We spoke a couple of times earlier but were never really 'into' each other! Anyways on Friday evening, this guy knocked on my door and we started talking. I invited him to sit inside. He told me about his job, how he came to Pune, about his family etc. The guy is so damn frustrated that he can actually be a perfect case for study. Much of the frustration is because of his work place. He works for Tech Mahindra and was a Test Lead there. Some manager apparently lured him to Pune promising him an onsite opportunity but that never came. Some other guy was packed off to the UK in his place and as it turned out that he became the most junior resource in his current team. Now, that's a recipe for disaster. That's where it all started. He has lost sleep over this situation. He in fact barely sleeps over 4 hours a day. He doesn't eat much, though I must say that not eating will do him more good. :-) He is technically sound and is quite a nerd so to say, or so I thought until Saturday evening.
He bought a new computer on Friday evening and borrowed a couple of movie DVD's from me. On Saturday morning, as I was about to go for lunch, I knocked on his door and we went out together. Over lunch too, he kept on telling me about his job and all that. I consciously tried to look interested but it wasn't interesting at all. I had to fake interest all the way. I changed the subject and asked him about his personal life, like if he was single / committed. As it turned out he said that he couldn't afford to be committed at the moment because apparently he was too busy concentrating on his career. Talk about lame excuses. But anyway, then he asked me THE question of the day. "Are you a virgin?" I was a little perturbed by the suddenness of that question though I was thoroughly enjoying the direction in which the conversation was moving. I replied "No" thinking to myself "Sweetheart, do you know whom you are talking to?" Anyway after lunch, we went back home and slept through the rest of the afternoon. In the evening around 7 he again came knocking at my door and asked me if I wanted to catch a movie with him. I replied in the affirmative. We went to the closest multiplex but as it turned out the tickets were sold out.
I suggested that we go to have dinner together at this resort "Up & Above", not far from our place. We reached the place and ordered drinks and food. I had two pegs of vodka but this guy wouldn't stop. He kept on drinking and blabbering more about his office politics and his frustration. The conversation quickly moved to his rather flamboyant life in Delhi where he confessed that he had apparently made out thirty five times with all kinds of females - Indian, Israeli, Spanish, American etc etc etc. He boasted about his so called 'contacts' and how the girls were mind blowing. He also told me that during one of his previous trips to Pune, he had slept with some hooker here too. And then, he suggested the most bizarre thing! He told me "Dude, if you ever want to (visualize a hand gesture here), let me know. Let's go together and have some good time..." I simply nodded and smiled. I mean, what am I supposed to do with a female hooker. Play hide and seek? I can't surely be a lesbian. :-(
After dinner, we returned home. He then asked me if we could watch a movie together. We watched RDB together lying on his bed side by side and throughout the movie he was saying that he was willing to pay upto 6K for a night with the firang actress in the movie. Oh. My. God. He was high on spirits. He kept on boasting about how he had nailed a girl in Delhi. He told me that he preferred oral sex because it was good fun. He told me about his trips to some female in Delhi who gave him 'fantastic' blow jobs for 150 rupees. I was smirking and thinking to myself "Honey, what girls can do, I can do better!!" After the movie was over, he put on some porn and insisted that I gave him company through it. I was genuinely uncomfortable with him next to me. And I had to squirm, twist and turn to hide the obvious. Anyway, finally when the movie ended, he had something even more interesting to say...He said "Dude, let's go and bang a chick together tomorrow." I just smiled and dashed for the exit.
The incident was really funny. For the rest of the night I kept thinking that whether he could be told. But then I decided that it was best to keep quiet. On Sunday evening, I was watching Will & Grace. He came and watched it too. It was indeed a good weekend spent. I got to study another specimen of the species up, close and personal. :-)
What makes me gay? Let's make this as funny and interesting as possible.
1. I can call anyone "honey" including pets.
2. I understand the immense importance of good lighting especially in photographs!
3. I can be at a crowded disco the size of two football fields and still spot the hottest guy.
4. I can tell a woman that I love her bathing suit, and truly mean her bathing suit.
5. I can explain the nuances between steady date, boyfriend and lover.
6. I really have "been there, done that."
7. My women friends tell me everything I want to know about their boyfriends. And that means everything.
8. I am the only type of male who gets to say "fabulous."
9. I have naked pictures of men I don't know in my home.
10. I can have naked men I don't know in my home.
11. I understand why the good Lord invented spandex.
12. I know how to get back at just about everyone. And have.
13. I can smile to let someone know I can't stand them.
14. I am good pals with women other people can't stand.
15. I know how to dress strategically.
16. I am the only one at your high school reunion who looks a lot better than I did in high school.
17. You know that sex complicates things. So?
18. I choose the most fabulous greeting cards.
19. I know how to program my DVD player.
20. I've got sunscreen at every conceivable SPF level.
21. I've called someone "girlfriend" who is neither a girl nor a friend.
22. I know that pigs and bears are not necessarily rural wildlife.
23. My favorite dinner accessory is often my dinner companion.
24. I've shaved something other than my face.
25. Unlike most straight women, I have no problem being treated solely as a sex object.
Monday, July 02, 2007
"SMS us on XXXX and tell us what you feel about the marriage of Abhishek and Aishwarya."
"Call us on 011-XXXXXXXX and tell us what you feel about the Bipasha - John split."
"Call us on 022-XXXXXXXX and tell us how should the government react to the Richard Gere and Shilpa Shetty kissing episode."
Many a times, I am bewildered by these kinds of announcements on the news channels, especially the Hindi news channels. Star News, Zee News, Aaj Tak, IBN 7, Janmat, India TV all these news channels deserve to be in the Guinness book for dishing out nonsense in the name of news. Every news is supposed to be 'exclusive' and every news is supposed to be 'sansanikhez' too. Crap! The most hilarious thing is that viewers actually call back and text their 'valuable' views and comments on all such ridiculous topics and questions.
Some news anchors are not only irritating but they also have the habit of repeating things over and over again until it almost sounds like they are memorizing something before an exam. There's this fella on Aaj Tak viz Deepak Chaurasia. He is like the self proclaimed messiah of the masses. He has taken the responsibility of bringing such 'sansanikhez' news items from nowhere to shock the masses. I feel like slapping that guy whenever I see him. I remember that just after the Abhi-Ash engagement was announced, this lunatic was hosting a special show on Aishwarya Rai's future. Javed Akhtar was called up and quite appropriately Mr. Akhtar was furious at the ludicrous nature of the question. He refused to comment and banged the phone down. On some other channels astrologers were called in to speculate and predict on their future married life. Why? All in the name of publicity? Why in heaven's name should we care? Why should we know about how or when Ms. Rai will quit films or will have babies?
And then there are these crime related programmes! 'Sansani', 'Crime Reporter' and the like. Their anchors are straight out of asylums. They have a typical style of presenting the programmes. They speak in a very weird way. "Chain se sona hai toh abb jaag jao". It's funny like hell. More often than being scared by the criminals they show on their shows, you are actually scared by the anchors themselves. I remember the ace comedian Raju Shrivastav mocking them in one of his shows. It was hilarious.
Anyway, the bottom line is that much of the news shown on television is like the Shakespearean classic "Much ado about nothing." They invent news to gain TRP's. They blow small incidents out of proportion like the incident about Richard Gere kissing Shilpa Shetty. All the channels continued to show the incident over and over again until it snowballed into a controversy. Then they started showing people (VHP, Bajrang Dal types) burning effigies of Richard Gere. And then when they realized that the situation had gone out of control, they showed Shilpa making a statement over the issue. Shilpa was visibly miffed by all the hullabaloo. She accused the media of blowing such trivial issues out or proportion. And I guess she was right.
Indian media needs to grow up. Enough of monkeying around in the name of freedom of expression. We don't need such atrocious news. Show us something good, something which is useful to the society, something that brings forth issues of geo-political importance. See BBC. See CNN. Closer home, see the English news channels like NDTV or CNN-IBN. These channels are much more mature in their content and their presentation. I hate to have to say it but I very genuinely feel that Hindi news channels are still in their infancy. They ought to grow up soon enough.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Ever since I have moved out of Kolkata, I have tried to visit it at least once a year mostly during the festive season. This time around I decided to visit it in the summer mainly because my granny had not been keeping too well. Anyways, my granny's place is around 120 kms from Kolkata. It's a place called Medinipur. It can be called the twin city of Kharagpur (of IIT fame). It was gruelling hot there, so much so that I couldn't sleep altogether for 3 days. The days are unbearable. The evenings are a tad better but the continuous load shedding makes it worse. My granny was doing relatively better when I reached. However, she needs to be taken care of and the heat only makes her miserable. Anyways, I used to go out almost every evening with my cousin (who is around 14 y.o. and 6'1") to eat chaat and pani poories (Bengali ishtyle)!! I gorged like crazy! I also took my other two smaller cousins (3 and 1.5 yrs old) for ice cream, cakes etc. My aunts and uncles took me out for dinner to two newly opened restaurants in the town and to my surprise they are quite nice!
I went to Kolkata on Wednesday afternoon. I had an interview scheduled with Wipro the same afternoon at around 3 PM but they cancelled at the last moment. Kolkata surprises me every time I visit it. Everytime I find something new about it. It's a kaleidoscope of colors of a variety of shades and hues. This time was no different. I put up at my uncle's place in Ballygunge. Most of Wednesday was spent at home catching up on sleep. On Thursday, I went out in the morning after breakfast. I visited my Buaji's place first. Spent almost an hour with them and then went shopping. And man! Did I shop or what? I shopped and shopped and shopped and when I stopped I found that my wallet was lighter by 7K. I bought tees, shorts, jeans, kurtas, H/S shirts and unmentionables as well :-)
I met a guy called Bobby in the evening. I knew him from a couple of months and it was nice to meet him finally. We went for a drive in his car and had some ice cream. He then dropped me home. Later in the evening, I went to meet an old school friend - Ronjon! We went to a local CCD and spent some time there. We had a Hilsa festival at home that night. The fish was delicious. Later that night, I chatted with an old acquaintance called Charles. I had met Charles two years ago on one of my trips to Kolkata. He is my friend's friend. Anyways, thankfully, he remembered me and so we decided to meet on Saturday afternoon.
On Friday morning, I again went back to my Buaji's place and got the keys of our flat. The flat has never been used and I wanted to go and visit it once to clean it up! I met this guy called Sarnab the same morning and the meeting left much to be desired. Anyway, my cousin, aunt and me went shopping for a laptop in the afternoon. We finally zeroed on a HP one. My cousin bought it. After that, we went shopping again. My aunt bought me a very nice block printed Kurta from a boutique called Kanishka. Thereafter, I rushed to Salt Lake to the City Centre mall. I went to City Centre for the first time and I was really pleased to see it. Nice crowd, nice shops and nice ambience. I met a college friend over there - Anirban. Spent around half an hour with him and came back home.
On Saturday morning, I went to our flat. It was very dirty nevertheless; has not been visited for more than a year. I cleaned up the place as much as I could. After that, I met Charles nearby. We spent a nice time together having lunch at a restaurant near Gariahat. After that I met Debjyoti, one of my friends in Kolkata. We spent around half and hour together while I shopped again for mishti and an umbrella. I returned home after that. My cousin, aunt and me again went out a little later for some more shopping this time for my cousin. He is a brilliant guy. He has just completed his M.Sc exams and is now going to National Brain Research Institute in Gurgaon for a summer project. Anyway, he had to buy some shirt pieces. So we went shopping for that. While we were shopping one of my other cousins called up. She wanted to meet me before I left. So we hurried back home. We picked her up on the way and reached home. My train was on 2215 at night from Howrah. I had my dinner around 8 PM and thereafter they all accompanied me to the station to see me off. :-)
As I said bye bye to them, I somehow felt a little sad; sad because I was leaving all the fun behind, all my folks behind. But when you come to think of it, it's probably because I visit Kolkata once a year that I like it so much and my folks also make my visits memorable. Had I been there for good then probably life would have made it very difficult for us to even meet up.
I am looking forward to visiting Kolkata once again this year, hopefully during the Pujas. Let's see what's in store in the future! :-)
Monday, May 28, 2007
You may have an absolutely gorgeous ensemble of top of the line shirts, tees, trousers, cargoes and jeans but then it's just never enough for that date in which you decide to tell him about your love for him. You start off by trying out one tee after another, something in sky blue or baby pink thinking to yourself that blue would make you look cool and pink would make you look cute! And then to your disbelief you discover that there's a bright red tee staring at you from the shelf which has HOT written all over it! You're left utterly confused.
Suddenly by divine intervention, it dawns upon you that sporting a casual look would probably send signals to your date that you're casual (read careless) about everything. So, you start finding the perfect formal shirt that would go with the evening. White is always in and so is black but unfortunately, you wore them before in your first two meetings and you don't want to seem repetitive with clothes. You skim through your cupboard with a frantic pace and then you suddenly realize that you're running late already!
And then you see yourself in the mirror. Oh my god! I haven't shaved. I haven't had my bath yet. Where's the CK that I bought? Where's is the goddamned sexy Jockey that he likes? Where are my lenses? Where in the world is my deo? So without wasting a single moment you decide to rush into the shower. After a hurried shave and shower, you come out and spray copious amounts of deo on your body. You then stand in front of the mirror in probably a towel (sometimes nothing) and begin to think, oh fuck, age is showing on my love handles, and if by any chance you spot a gray hair, you're finished! But then you think, I can always have those annoying gray hairs colored. Oh why didn't I get them colored. Damnit! Since you are still undecided about what to wear you do a 'Eeny Meeny Miney Moe' and pick up a shirt from the cupboard, wear it and then decide 'Nah! this one is not good enough'. You fling it on the bed which already has a mountain of clothes piled up on it. Then you pick another one and then another before settling for a final one which is a wrinkle free light blue shirt with faint dark blue stripes and think to yourself, Yeah, this one looks good! I hope he likes it as well. And then wryly smile, the clothes are anyways not going to stay on long enough! ;-)
You take the tube of gel and apply it on your wet hair for that wet look. You wash your lenses and then inevitably drop them. You desperately search for them and find them in one unreachable corner of the loo. You wash them again and by the time you finish wearing them your cell phone starts howling! Uff! Who in the world is it? You rush out and see that it's your date calling.
Your date: "Where are you? I am on my way."
You (trying to cover up the delay): "Oh, I am on my way too. Will be there on time."
Your date: "Ok, see ya there."
As you finish, you realize that there's no way that you can reach on time unless they invent time travel. So you decide - Ok, let's move it before it's too late. You take the car keys, lock the door and rush downstairs in the lift. Rush to the car, start it and navigate your way through one smalls lane after another to avoid traffic snarls and then finally you reach the plush restaurant. As you park your car off the kerb, you seen your date standing there looking as gorgeous as ever and smiling at you. You kill the engine and get out of the car and walk towards him. You suddenly see his face turning crimson and as you go nearer to him, you feel that he is certainly uncomfortable with something in you. You start thinking - Hmmm....everything seems Ok to me! Why is he staring at me like that?
You finally reach him and are about to give him a hug when he pushes you away and says - "Where are your pants?" :-)
Friday, May 18, 2007
One of the earliest scenes that I remember which has a gay undertone is from the film Silsila. This is a scene in which Shashi Kapoor and Amitabh Bachchan are taking a shower together (apparently nude) and Shashi Kapoor deliberately drops the soap and asks AB to bend over and pick it up! AB being clever laughs and refuses to do so. They both remember their childhood 'mischiefs' and break into peels of laughter.
And then there are other directors like Onir who send out a very wrong message to the public at large with films like My Brother Nikhil. I appreciate the story of the film but Sanjay Suri's homosexual relationship with Purab Kohli is not treated well. I feel that 99% of the junta here in India is blissfully unaware of the gay way of life and thinks that gays exist only to fuck everything that moves!!! To add to this situation, when you associate HIV even remotely with a guy who has a gay relationship (even though the HIV may not be as a result of the relationship), then the effects can be catastrophic. People tend to believe that all gay men are HIV+ve and that in no way reflects the reality.
Recently, there have been films like Page 3 or Metro which portray gays to be utterly manipulative. This again sends wrong signals to the 'aam' junta! They start to believe that gays are indeed bad people who don't really care about anyone else's feelings! But that's hardly the truth. I found the film 'Honeymoon Travels Pvt Ltd' to be quite interesting! At least they tried to address the problem of a gay getting married in a mature and sensible manner. They also tried to touch upon the bisexual guys who also form a part of our society!
I have seen English movies with gay themes like 'Touch of Pink', 'TransAmerica'. 'Chicken Tikka Masala' and they have been much better both in terms of content and the message they tried to spread.
I certainly hope that with time more saleable directors and actors would not hesitate to portray homosexuals maturely, not as HIV infected or sex hungry maniacs or manipulative bitches but as individuals who just choose to love a person of their own gender and have a right to live a life with dignity and as happily as everyone else while contributing in their own way to the society.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
One particularly 'disgusting' ad is the one in which a female is washing a male undergarment on the bank of a pond or whatever and other females are staring at her! Her face exudes orgasmic bliss while she rubs the underwear with her hands and then beats the shit out of it! She stretches its elastic possibly showing the other females that it can accomodate huge sizes inside! And then to top it all, a sleazy female voice declares - "Amul 'whatever' - Crafted for fantasies"!!!
There's another ad, but I guess that's still a tad better than the one mentioned above! Possibly because the ad has a hunk in it!! ;-) This ad would possibly appeal to females as well as males (including gays) alike! In this one, this cute semi nude hunk wrapped in just a towel opens the door expecting the dhobi, only to be shocked when he finds this rather voluptous female in skimpy clothes standing outside! Out of nervousness, he drops the towel and there he is wearing the brand of underwear. He frantically asks the female "Dhobi, kahaan hai?" (Where is the washer man?) to which she replies in a slutty voice "Aajse main hi kapde lene aaoongi, Nikaliye naa...kapde" (From today onwards, I will come to take clothes! Give me your clothes, please!!) The hunk smiles and then they show their clothes strewn all over the place! A guy's voice is heard - "Blah blah blah brand - Seriously X-rated"!
This is undoubtedly one of the raunchiest ads on Television these days! I am sure the ad-makers as well as the models do realize that such ads are not only intended for the straight male population but the gay junta as well! And probably that's why the male models in these ads are any gay's fantasy come true! ;-)
But whatever! Sex sells! And that's a known fact! So, we can just wait and expect to see more such ads on the tube in the future!
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
When it comes to exploring the sea of love, I prefer buoys.
Andrew G. Dehel
There's this illusion that homosexuals have sex and heterosexuals fall in love. That's completely untrue. Everybody wants to be loved.
No government has the right to tell its citizens when or whom to love. The only queer people are those who don't love anybody.
Rita Mae Brown
Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?
There is nothing wrong with going to bed with someone of your own sex. People should be very free with sex, they should draw the line at goats.
Why can't they have gay people in the army? Personally, I think they are just afraid of a thousand guys with M16s going, "Who'd you call a faggot?"
If male homosexuals are called "gay," then female homosexuals should be called "ecstatic."
When I was in the military they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one.
Epitaph of Leonard P. Matlovich
It always seemed to me a bit pointless to disapprove of homosexuality. It's like disapproving of rain.
Let my lusts be my ruin, then, since all else is a fake and a mockery.
In itself, homosexuality is as limiting as heterosexuality: the ideal should be to be capable of loving a woman or a man; either, a human being, without feeling fear, restraint, or obligation.
Simone de Beauvoir
Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night.
People sometimes think I'm gay because I once played a gay in a movie. It's funny. Audiences don't think you're a murderer if you play a murderer, but they do think you're gay if you play a gay.
Labels are for filing. Labels are for clothing. Labels are not for people.
My mom blames California for me being a lesbian. "Everything was fine until you moved out there." "That's right, Mom, we have mandatory lesbianism in West Hollywood. The Gay Patrol busted me, and I was given seven business days to add a significant amount of flannel to my wardrobe.
The next time someone asks you, "Hey, howdja get to be a homosexual anyway?" tell them, "Homosexuals are chosen first on talent, then interview... then the swimsuit and evening gown competition pretty much gets rid of the rest of them."
If Michelangelo had been straight, the Sistine Chapel would have been wallpapered.
The Lord is my Shepherd and he knows I'm gay.
Rev. Troy Perry
If adjustment is necessary, it should be made primarily with regard to the position the homosexual occupies in present-day society, and society should more often be treated than the homosexual.
Dr. Harry Benjamin
If horse racing is the sport of kings, then drag racing must be the sport of queens.
Bert R. Sugar
The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals and 362 admonishments to heterosexuals. That doesn't mean that God doesn't love heterosexuals. It's just that they need more supervision.
My lesbianism is an act of Christian charity. All those women out there praying for a man, and I'm giving them my share.
Rita Mae Brown
Homosexuality is god's way of insuring that the truly gifted aren't burdened with children.
I'd rather be black than gay because when you're black you don't have to tell your mother.
That word "lesbian" sounds like a disease. And straight men know because they're sure that they're the cure.
Did you hear about the Scottish drag queen? He wore pants.
My mother took me to a psychiatrist when I was fifteen because she thought I was a latent homosexual. There was nothing latent about it.
Some women can't say the word lesbian... even when their mouth is full of one.
The world is not divided into sheeps and goats. Not all things are black nor all things white. It is a fundamental of taxonomy that nature rarely deals with discrete categories. Only the human mind invents categories and tries to force facts into separated pigeon-holes. The living world is a continuum in each and every one of its aspects. The sooner we learn this concerning sexual behaviour the sooner we shall reach a sound understanding of the realities of sex.
Jack: So, I've decided to take my career in a whole new direction.
Will: So now you're skipping work all together?!
Grace: No, I called in sick.
Will: Called who? You're the boss.
Grace: I know it was a strange conversation. If I do it again, I'm going to fire me.
Grace: Just FYI - The first 3 letters in assistant spell ass, so please, get off yours.
Karen: You know CPR?
Jack: Oh, yeah. I had to do it on my father when I told him I was gay... Only I think it just confused him even more.
Will: In this house, a queen beats a straight every time.
Jack: I'd like to sing a duet, with a man who's been such a huge inspiration to me... (picture of himself appears)
Jack: There are no straight men, only men who haven't met Jack.
Jack (after seeing Karen's closet): Oh, my God. If my closet were like this, I never would have come out of it!
Jack: It's time to put the sex back in homosexual.
Grace: Oh, how can I explain this? Guilt is an emotion...Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself...An emotion is...
Karen: Honey I know what guilt is! It's one of those touchy-feely words that doesn't really mean anything, like "maternal".... or "addiction".
Karen: I have a right mind to throw this drink in your face! (then proceeds to finish the drink)
Jack: Do you remember the name of my ex-boyfriend? You know, the blond one with the tattoos?
Karen: Oh, come on, honey, that's like trying to find a needle in a gaystack.
Karen: They're trying to make gay people straight? Good lord, don't they know what that'll do to the fall line?
Karen: You're comin' in loud and queer!
Grace: Jack, inviting three hot guys over to your apartment for a "fourgy" does not qualify as group therapy.
Grace: Jack, inviting three hot guys over to your apartment for a "fourgy" does not qualify as group therapy.
Jack: Sex is a drug. I should know; I'm a licensed dealer.
Karen: Oh, honey, everything I say about you behind your back is true.
(about Karen's driver)
Grace: Fire him.
Karen: He is old and sweet and helpless. I can't just fire him because he's a raging incompetent. I mean, maybe you could, but not me.
Grace: Karen, if that were true, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Jack: (to Will) You know, anger doesn't really go with what you're wearing. But then again, not much does.
Jack: Will, have you totally forgotten how to speak our language? "Running late" is gay for "I'm blowing you off".
Will: Really? What's gay for "Get out"?
Jack: That would be "Good morning".
Will & Jack : Good morning Jack.
Mom: What if they want to come back for a little touchie-nookie-nicky?
Grace: Mom, can I take you to my therapist? Because he thinks I'm making you up.
Rosario: Lady, I used to teach children in my country.
Karen: Well, in this country, you wash my bra!
Grace to Karen (about the Hydra bra): Karen, I just want you to know that I really loved it that you stood besides me and showed me the way!
Karen (raising a toast): Darlin' welcome to my world!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
My friend's PYT probably has Greek blood in his veins, coz everytime we see him, we go weak in our knees! The other day we were just rambling back to our respective work stations from the food court and there he was, walking towards us! And we just gasped in delight in unison! I hope he noticed!
So, here's my version of one such ad...though I don't know how Prahlad Kakkad will react to this one...
Scene: Gay bar with lots of gorgeous looking guys dancing, some disco number playing in the background.
Cut to a 18 y.o. cutie who is a first timer, looking quite nervous hoping that his virginity will be a thing of the past beyond tonight! So as he takes nervous glances at everyone around him and while everyone around feast their eyes on the newbie, he sees these three real hunks standing next to the bar with drinks in their hands looking at him. While they exchange glances with the newbie...
...cut to the crotches of these three hunks one by one! :-) And then the caption comes choose your size S-M-L! :-D
and then a sleazy male voice declares "To get the size sms SIZE to blah-blah-blah-blah!"
Too corny?? Or plain balderdash! I don't know but I am sure such ads are light years away! He he