Cry for Identity

I am not a sociologist but observant. And, I don’t feel embarrassed if *others* find my views provocative, lecherous, or unsuitable. Damn with them. Two raging issues keep constantly plopping throughout the day as I manage with the usual chores and respond the chat windows (…but!). What made me write to this blog is an inert feeling. Say about myself.

[The credit however shared by two others, (err! strangers) one who dispassionately talk and refer ‘it’ to be a SIN that Laws of Shariat command and another who passionately (now) scrapping on how much ‘he long to get back to another relation after the sudden death of his ex.’] Life is strange.

Just another day at pub, unwinding myself at one of the puffy pelt-skin with cigarette burning between the fingers, I sported a bunch of young bodies squeezed into flammable shirts, flaunting bleached blonde hair and piercing rocking to the *high* notes gregariously. (Ouch!) I enjoyed most of time staring at the wriggling bodies dancing too closely and too much of grinding when one of them catch me red-handed and I smiled back. As he approaches me, my Freudian fetishes soar, which finally ended with both of us lip-locked and heavily slurping the love-saliva. (Umm!)

Ironically, when the country debate over the issue of ‘to-be’ or ‘not-to-be’ a gay country and most authoritarian have publicly denounced the right to be a liberal and radical proclaiming homosexuality nothing more than ‘perversion’. I enjoyed the warmth of the kiss and uninhibitedly let my hands slide down the waist excited.

Homosexuality, for many snoops, is a matter of curiosity and rather than pondering on the real issue of human psycho-sexuality, they label it to be ‘perversion and criminal offence per unnatural act’. (Interestingly, many won’t mind getting a free blow…sometime secretly). Coming back to the real issue, as gays, lesbians, bisexuals, transgender, or queer folks, march the city roads pleading for identity and repeal of Article 377; conservatives defended themselves seeking protection. Cabinet finally ruled out minority dudes and walk in-hand to conformist thus declaring Article 377 bona fide.

What’s wrong with homosexuality? From sociological per se, this weakens the family system and create imbalances in gender. A heterosexual society is needed (irrespective of the fact that they practice adultery and extra-marital affairs), it results in production of babies and generations to continue. Further, when you say ‘homosexuality is normal’, let’s look at the literal definition to the word [normal] ‘things are functioning in the way it was meant to be’. In this sense, homosexual practice is simply “abnormal”. Sexual organs were obviously not meant to fit in bodies the way homosexuals use them, resulting in a host of adverse medical consequences.

I do not agree to other so-called claims by political and religious reformers, to whom the issue of Article 377, shamelessly gesticulates and misinterpret quotes that otherwise vindictive or biased to gain publicity campaign. If you ask them, I do not agree to them but to me, ‘if gay sex is natural because two people perform the act in consent, adultery or extra marital relationships are also need to be legalized on similar ground’. In my humble view, homosexuality is immoral just as heterosexual adultery is immoral.

The argument is though convincing at multiple citations, still…it’s a natural and void to be legalized. To begin, when God made Adam and Eve it was a heterosexual world but Adam has two sons (Cain and Abel). Gnostic literature shows the extremely manly Cain and the rather androgynous Abel share consensual relation wherein Abel acts as the female counterpart and Cain is the master. A famous painting by Lionello Spada shows the murder of Abel in a bedlike altar with their drapes untied. Between that and the closeness of their bodies, Cain might as easily be ravishing his brother as murdering him. This is not just a crime; it is a violation. (But Cain was cursed? Dude, even Eve and Adam violated the rule and punished. All these debates would have been meaningless if Adam and Eve wouldn’t have followed the serpent.)

Similarly, all sons and daughters of Adam married each other thus, adultery started with the first act of Genesis. Kill me or defend yourself. You are a sin-child since birth. Why target to homosexuals now? Many religions still conform to incestuous and extra-marital relationship as practices without prohibition, why sectarians have problem when gays make love. Neither heterosexuality nor homosexuality is inherently sinful. It is free of sin if it is safe, consensual and, perhaps, within a committed relationship. In Hinduism many of the divinities are androgynous and some change gender to participate in homoerotic behavior.

Many species in nature have been observed as exhibiting homosexual behavior. In some primate species, males who are denied mating opportunities by stronger, more dominant males or males who are sexually immature will often be seen performing sexual acts to each other. Some may even continue this behavior long into adulthood. Face it, homosexuality is a natural behavior. Being gay is not exclusive to the "homo sapiens" primate. What has never been observed is a group of dolphins beating another dolphin senseless because he was gay. No biologist has documented anti-homosexual behavior in nature.

So is it possible that the unnatural behavior is the hatred and oppression of gays? If all these don’t make sense it won’t matter to *us* for we are lip locked in darkest night and enjoying happiness. To rest, legalization of Article 377 is only to make our identify recognized and sanctimonized.

Quick Recall

Can you imagine, I didn't have anything that I wanted to post today - no memories, no complaints, no workload…I am chillin and ‘high’! So, try responding to few funny moments of life. (I am trying harder to keep my sanity intact)

Q: What’s the time of the day?
Its weekend and I’m home with a pile of myself…getting loose.

Q: So, what are the plans?
Like flying away with someone for some cheeky romance but am an old fruit. So, sitting over the fruit basket and staring at the walls (mebbe! volunteer myself to kitchen and bake myself). This weekend is like… (dunno!)

Q: Hmm! So, what’s cooking?
Gee! I hate cookin but planning to make exotic Palak Paneer (in a typical Punjabi style with dash of butter and spice). I almost have forgotten the taste. Thus, trying to revive the old Delhi when I’m with Nizams; after-all Mughals where always the Emperor. Hey! Didn’t you say it’s Punjabi…oops! But Delhiwale eats nah!

Q: Did you notice you’re opening up? 1-2 and then 3 lines (See above)
Wait for the rest of your madcap questions to get over. (Return to monologue…he he!)

Q: Any weekend plans? Think again…how about getting some pictures.
Hyderabad is unworthy. There’s nothing apart of four pillar standing mid-way and reaching no-where. It’s a funny city with almost no fun. Men grow pot-belly and untrimmed moustaches while the youngster (the lean mean machines) grows sideburns that either primitive or unwedded. On weekends, man stroll around in shopping mall with five or more burqa-clad women following him. And, yea! They all join at food court and hog like pigs (…Pigs are holy, amen!)

Q: O.K. boy! You’re beating around the bushes. What’s on mind?
Nothing dudes. I’ve turned idle, unproductive, and tedious; unimaginative, humorless, and vain; vindictive, undignified, and weak. In short, I'm just a humorless ice maiden in desperate need of a good humping. Idle hands spend time at the genitals, and you know how much God hates that. Well, I'm kinda bored, but, go ahead. Why I am rambling?

Q: Change the topic…Are you reading something?
Yea! Partho send me fresh news scripts on the chief minister act like a man finally shooed off the controversial Dow Company whom he was following for months now. A big date to Partho and his team and I acted as the usual listener to Partho’s all-excitement as any other time. Interestingly, the warkari (local religious-cultural sect in Maharashtra) in an historical event staged a protest; thus, actively supporting the local cause to chuck Dow Company from India.

Another article that keep me busy (forwarded by [name withheld] and working with Naaz Foundation) on the controversial archaic rule that advice public not to follow ‘LGBT rights’, thus dispassionately viewing homosexuality as nothing but a criminal offence and unnatural.

Huh!

Namyo ho renge ko

It was a ‘Date with Conversion’. I've always wondered why rich Indians, dismissive about their own, find solace in others faith. Jesus! Last weekend, I was invited to such passive a conversion meet (…they didn’t offer me food, eew!) in a posh apartment with bunch of lost-child acting relieved and myself…ugh!

With no viharas nearby as the city grow to multiplexes; makeshift arrangements made to the posh apartment to accommodate 20-odd self-deprived flummoxed seating in front of a shrine that scribbled ubiquitous (non-deciphered) script, nicely framed and post-fixed. Sitting cross-legged on the local carpet uncomfortable as I try to adjust and adapt myself—there were Richie and desperate dollies start chanting ‘Namyo ho renge ko’ in slow moan (as if they’re squeezed there…) till it start to scream.

‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O—R—E—N—G—E—K—Y—O’ // ‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O—R—E—N—G—E—K—Y—O’ // ‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O—R—E—N—G—E—K—Y—O’

Within minutes, the room filled with heavy nasal tones of mixed races (err! gender) chanting aloud with their folded hand closing the breathing way that I fear they might not ex-plod in the whaleway brodge, all a same time. ‘N—A—M—Y—O—H—O— (Fcuk).

Buddhism for beginners is like the story of a rich kid that decided to slum it. No joke - this guy Buddha was living at home in his palace, leeching off his dad until he was 30. Then, like some spoiled trust-fund baby, he decides to leave the palace and finds all this romance in self-inflicted deprivation, all the while knowing that he could ring up his dad to top off his Visa card the minute anything went wrong.

Hey, Buddha has spiritual insight! O really, N—A—M—Y—O—H—O— (I'm chanting)

How Am I Today?

Everything's fine. I'm healing up satisfactorily. In fact, I’m healing faster than my dignity.

Blessed are the hearts that can be bend, they shall never be broken. But I wonder? If there's no breaking and no healing. And if there's no healing, then there's no learning. And if there's no learning, then there's no struggle. But struggle is a part of life. So, I’m happy to be broken than being bend to somebody. Yeah, amen!

Farewell Friendship

Enjoy these times coz when its’ gone, it’s gone. And, what you're gonna miss when you're gone, what you really care about. Admit it, you're here going through the motions, but truth is you'll be a tiny bit relieved when you’ll gone.

And, the next day I came home; back to where I started. To be honest, I'm going to miss you when you're gone. We still make mistakes.

How brilliant is that?