Resolutions

This is the time of the year when everybody makes resolutions...so that by the 3rd week of 2009 they can look back and wonder how is it that they have such litle self constraint.

well....to keep the tradition up...here are some of the resolutions i have shortlisted to pick from.

1) Be more tolerant of stupidity.
2) Lose the 2 pounds that I have gained in the past 3 months.
3) Start working out...in some form other than sex.
4) Stop watching snl parodies on Sarah Palin and Hillary Clinton. (Yes yes....whatever!)
5) Try to understand how people spend such huge amounts on soap.
6) Think twice before I add Soy Sauce to my food again...In case you are wondering...read it here.
7) Try and keep a smiling face when random females try to 'save' me in supermarkets!
8) Sleep with a priest/padre/preacher/nun.
9) Stop expecting intelligence in the dating/hook up sites.

Cannot quite think anything else that I may want to do in the next year...but I definitely shall keep on updating this list.

Cheers!

strawberries

Wish you all a fantastique 2009!

Now THAT'S what I call Christmas!

Colours of the Fall 3

Colours of the Fall 2

(This one has been retouched on Picassa, but I just increased the shadows to enhance the contrast...touche!)

Of mirages and realities...

I saw B online after a long long time two days back, and I realized that I have not been blogging. It's funny, I am going back to being the nerd I was while in my undergrads!

Anyways, I was chatting with this kid from India (I abhor the way it sounds!)...well...no that's no big deal...I do chat with lots of people from India...but this was different, no...not the kid...but the chat!

This was just after the American general elections were over, and he was all upset about the proposition 8 being passed by California. I found that funny...some kid in India was UPSET about some gay marriage law being banned in the US. He became even more upset when he realized that I was not really aware of the whole scene, and the fact that I did not care too much about it either. He even asked me if my role model was 'Brian'. I did not understand who 'Brian' was...and he was even more 'disappointed' in me because of that. His reaction was almost as though I was not qualified to be gay as I was not 'homosocially' aware enough...or aware of the popular gay culture, or the icons for that. Of course he did not say it out...and I am certain I am making him sound much more rude than he really was.

But I just happened to notice a general pattern here...one that of conformation.

Things are difficult for gay men in India. And somehow, the movies, serials and literature make gay life in the western countries easy. I recall a 'friend' of B and me whose dream was to find a teaching job in some 'obscure' town in Canada, find a 'nice' Canadian men to 'marry and settle down'...and 'live happily ever after'.

This kid, last we chatted, wanted to move out of India, to some european country, or to the US or Canada, find some guy and settle down.

And of course they believe in strict monogamy...marriage and everything holy.

I am just confused.

It is difficult for gay men in India. However, I am yet to know about somebody being killed in that country because he was gay. Gay men in India are ridiculed at, made fun of; but they are not tortured and killed for that.

Just two rather recent incidents in the US:
1. a 14 year old gay kid gives a valentines day card to his classmate; the classmate gets a baseball bat and pounds the kid to death.
2. 3 'straight' men 'lure' a 21 year old gay man, take him to the woods, rape him, torture him, tie him up with barb-wire and leave him to die. He dies after 3 days...tied with barb wire in the woods.

Oh! I did find out who 'Brian' is.

Colours of the Fall 1

Move & Pick

Yesterday I went to my first Move n Pick meet in Chennai. I had no plans for the day save maybe catch up with a chat buddy for dinner, but that fizzled out due to his work commitments..so I decided to go and say hello to the boys.

Paul and V, two of the guys I have been chatting with on g4m, were the ones who told me that there was a meet happening. So I made it to the beach and it was dark already when I reached. The guys where sitting in a circle on the sand and generally talking, slowly a few other guys came in...we all said our hellos, well I must admit I should have introduced my self to every one, I just let be. I was seeing a few for the first time , but then I also knew a few faces..which made it easy.....not much happened, save the discussion on doing a parents meet for a few folks who had shown some interest..and the meeting broke up and we headed out to Dinner.

So A, I did it and no I was miss manners personified, I even managed to mind my P's&Q's in front of the young ones..albeit with a little help from a friend. I definitely hope to see more of the group, but I sure hope they come up with more intresting stuff...I did hear about a screening...Stone Wall any one!!

OH! Yeah!

Oh yeah! Verbosity in the sac, now that's a touchy area. A's already aired his views, but damn it can be sexy, specially when its spontaneous and natural. But, then it stops there, spontaneity in sex and improvisation ( read Kink) is lost to most Indian men.

How would it sound if a man who is proud of his ability to get into skinny jeans goes, Oh yeah bitch, do u want it!! don't sound convincing..or remote sexy, on the other hand a butch, big bear doing the same can fuck me till kingdom come...I m not saying that I am always good with being verbose or it works all the time, but when it is said right, Hallelujah!!

Pillow Talks

Whats with the verbosity in the sack?

Half the men I do here wants me to talk while I am in the act. And no, it's not about intimacy, but more of porn talk...'yeah...you like that hole'...'use me' and so on...and they expect me to respond to that.

Well, B would call me an incompetent stuck-up tight-ass snob, but I really can't do the whole dirty talk. I am half the time clueless as to what's appropriate in the situation, and the other half, I am trying not to burst out laughing.

A few samples...

"yeah...fuck me...fuck me hard"
"use that hole"
"use me"
"my ass warm?"
"I want you to breed me"

Even when I am writing this, I feel very very weird. It almost feels like the men are trying to live a porn movie or something of that sort. Of course, with an Indian, its gotta be exotic porn...but still...it is kind of weird.

Don't get me wrong here, I have nothing against men who are vocal in bed...its fine by me....but there seems to be a predominence of them in here, and they want me to talk to them. Nothing wrong there...the only issue is that my experience in pillow talk to random men so far goes only to the extent of incoherent grunts and laughter....I like it when I make my men squeal in pleasure...but talk...hmmph...thats not something I have done before, or see myself doing in the near future....

And yet, here I am, trying to figure out some lines I can use in the sack so I don't need to think them while in the act.

Again...what's with all that talk?

The Curry in the Closet

Now that's one aspect of the blog that, I am guilty of neglecting. When we created the blog our intention was also to cook and share. So it's time we set this right and also start blogging about our food.

A and I share a different, yet similar culinary heritage. We are fortunate enough to have grown up, in a part of the country where the food and produce is distinctly different. So it was no surprise, that A and I bonded instantly, over fermented fish et al. when we were both looking for flatmates.

I think food is all about creating memories, new, old, good times with family and friends, a bad dinner..it all stays with you. So when you cook you try in some ways to recreate and relive these moments, well at least the good ones.

As with many a people, away from their homes and lands, food was all about reliving memories of home, and along the way I am sure we created a few that will remind us of our home, The Curry Closet.

PS: The mast head was taken in the flat next door, I had borrowed the empty flat kitchen for a big dinner thrown for some friends. I was getting my mis en place ready and had mounds of chopped tomatoes, onion, garlic and herbs..and A was all over the colorful spread. We got one lovely picture, with a Green chilly on a pile of chopped tomatoes...and that my friends is what you see on the mast, of The Curry Closet.

November Rains

It's drizzling in Chennai! I have been walking in the rains for the last 2 hours on the beach..It's pure bliss. I don't remember when I got drenched in the rains last..years, I used to get wet in College ages ago.


I had plans to meet a friend for a drink but it got canceled, so I had the evening to myself. Perfect!


I t had been some time since I had last spent time at the beach. So It had to be Elliot's. When I left home in the evening it was breezy and the cloudy..I decided perfect time to do the beach. And as if on cue, it started drizzling as soon as I crossed Murgan Idly Shop near Elliot's beach. It was perfect.


This is how i remember November evenings back home, damp, slightly nippy the lights gleaming in the evening fog. Somehow the whole of last week I have been missing the winters. My favorite thing to do in winter when I am home is to walk in the evenings along tree lined streets around the Governors House, the fog just settling in and the street lights on ...It's deserted and you are sometimes the only one walking.

This is where I smoked my first cigarette, my escape when my folks used to nag me to get serious with my school work. I have come a long way, and ages since I have seen winters back home..but I can still remember it, every little nip of the cold.

Theseus and the Minotaur

You guys might want to check out the story here.

In any case, if this is not homoerotic....I don't really know what is! This is from a trip to the Wadsworth Atheneum, an art museum in Hartford.

Have a great weekend!!!

Rubber tales

See something you might want to see in a rubber pack?

377: The Perverted Story

I am a pervert, criminal, and a walking Bio Hazard, and I am out to Harm people - That's what My government thinks of me!

It's kind of hard to believe that but I am sure the comments made by the Solicitor General, arguing the Governments case in front of the Divisional Bench of the Delhi High Court more than substantiates, the governments stand on Homosexuality.

While I don't give in to activism easily, It hit me hard. Out of all the evils that ail the country, and I won't spend space listing them out here, they pick consensual sex amongst two adults of the same sex.

So who's perverted here?

TOI Article

377! Has to Go!

Woke up to an exciting Sunday, the Times of India has a small front page article and vote on Decriminalization of Article 377. On Thursday the Govt. Of India will argue its case in the Delhi High Court, in a petition filed by the Naz Foundation eight years ago.

Could 2008 be India's year?

I am excited and will be following the events closely and hope you will too. You can also email or Vote, through an opinion poll run by the TOI, and all you have to do is email or SMS, details are shared below.

Interestingly, yesterday I was sent a link form the NY times by a friend in the US, a successful gay man who was a college senior, and who now has become a dear friend. It was about Sunil Babu Pant, an openly gay man who a member of the new Nepalese Parliament and who is doing all he can to change mindsets in the small Himalayan country. The Nepalese Supreme court in Dec 2007 ruled that the Govt should formulate laws that ensure equal rights to the Sexual Minorities. Very progressive ruling for a fledgling democracy. Hope our Courts take notice! Hope!

Read More:
Tehelka Article on the Nepalese Supreme court ruling
NY Times on Sunil Babu Pant and his work in Nepal
Times of India Article 21-09-08

Take Part in TOI Poll:

Question: Should Homosexuality be Decriminalized to help tackle the AIDS Scourge?

SMS : 58888 Typing in MTMY <Space> <AIDS Scourge> Please include name and city
Email: mytimesmyvoice@timesgroup.com with AIDS-Scourge in the subject line

Happy Sunday Folks!

PS

I don't know why I recall this suddenly..but I had a friend once...(the past tense is another story...sometime later ;). So the friend, and another guy I had met, while in Chennai were in a relation for almost a year.

And then they met!

I love technology!!!

Newsflash

Hate the roommate...flatmate rather....though I am not sure if its hatred...I think I pay more attention to the cockroach in the kitchen than him....but yes, I will survive, and even thrive.

My mentor has offered to teach me driving...that's coz he'd be happy if i could do some overnight experiments...the surprising bit is that when I told him that i did not know how to drive, he actually seemed to be pleased. So I asked him why he seemed to be happy about it...and then I found out that apparently THIS is the sure signs of a guy being a nerd/geek/dork...and that is precisely why he chose me. The question I am asking myself is if my resume and the SOP makes me sound like a nerd, or a geek or a dork. Nerds and geeks go long way in the sex-chain (a la the food chain)...dorks, just help themselves.

There's a meeting at the Rainbow centre in the campus today, and I am planning to attend. There is one very cute guy from Essex, England who is the convener and stuff....maybe there will be possibilities. Also currently chatting with this Italian thing called Dante.

That's exactly what I love about these men....they have such fantastic names...gives me many many ideas ;).

And I have been rather disgusting this week...I had been having trouble finding a way to get back home from my classes on monday. So I met this guy, nice chap BTW, and we had a pretty decent time....not great as we both play on the same side. In any case, I kind of got him to drive me back home every monday :D.

My conscience did pinch a bit...but it was more or less like a mosquito bite, and I am used to that :P

Well....one more instance of the economics of promiscuity which I and Bruce had been talking about, when we were talking in real. He's been off since a while now...and I am absolutely clueless about it.

So far so good...lets see how things go! Will try to keep things updated :)

Cheers!

This Too Shall Pass!

Too much of a good thing, now, that disturbs the state of equilibrium, so the Universe, gnaws back at you. And It did Saturday night, I just could not wait for it to get done, just I kept repeating to my self, This Too Shall Pass...and I want to post this in detail, every nasty bit so I remember, that I look back and hopefully be able to laugh at it.

And I want to know if you have had worse, if not anything, I will fell better that, I am not alone, and the universe gnaws equally without discrimination < A, Scratch!!>

Woke up Saturday morning, happy and looking to spend the day at home, just myself, doing the odd job around the house and of course plan the week..and so I had the plumber walk in, to fix in a new form flow tap in the sink..made some chicken rolls and cold noodle salad for lunch ..and I was happy..then I decide to do G4M.

Must have been an hour or so into this session, see a message form a 30 year old man, works the airlines < I checked, was not a FA> and wanted to meet up and smoke up! I could not believe my luck, he seemed sensible enough, new to Chennai, so I decided to make do my best as a citizen and make him fell welcome!

We agreed that he should meet me 19:00 Hrs my place.

Picked him at the bus stand, apprehensive, when I saw him, not at all like his picture, but what the heck, lets go out with an open mind..and we walk back home, In the 10 min stretch, our man has got the out of me the average rental in the area, the train station co-ordinates, did he have nothing else to speak about...bad sign, so I move into salvage mode.

I generally do not mind smoking in the bed room, much as A hates it, but damn there was no way, he gets in, so I decided to sit in the living room, propped the Pink Hippo with my stash, and offered him a drink before he starts...man had other idea's,

"Can I look around the house?, That is if you don't mind" - How could I refuse, So I do the house proud fag thing, I even show him the empty kitchen cabinets...I get him back to his drink and ask him to roll, and ask him my favorite question these day's...Are you Bi Sexual, usually I get the most amusing answers and he does respond in the affirmative ...but seemed very shy, .. I probed further...only to find out that,

I am stuck with the only 30 year old virgin in the bloody airline!

I grabbed the joint, pulled out the laptop and generally started working W on the chat, I was high and well, stuck..,with a Virgin flightless flight attendant, who I think should have been made extinct the same time as the Do Do. and the conversation that followed...was to put it lightly, pure misery.

So when I made it clear that this will not go anywhere, guy walks up and asks me if I could borrow some of my smokes, I would have, resented it, but not now!

Friday Night!

A did mention that now I am doing hours, where I can do dates..well technically this was not one, but I must admit, it was one of the best times I have had in along time.

Now I see what A meant when he constantly craved a "Date".

We meet at Amethyst and agree that coffee does not work on Friday nights...we hit the "Liquid" lounge at the Rain Tree.

Busy night, but helps if you have friends, who the wait staff love and name dropping is an art you perfect in Delhi...Viola, I have my tired tush parked on one of the Barcelona Chairs, a few bottles of Kingfisher and just two guys talking..about friends, men, men in Chennai, coming out, life...

I must call up the "Naobab" in Pune and thank him for doing the introductions....I hope it was as good for P,and that this is not the last time we sup.

Track - Vintage Chapman on the speakers, nice!

Candy! That's what they use.

Mush@The Curry Closet, but I think so much will do for now, least I have to think of a new name for the blog, something mush, soft and Poof - Cotton Candy, sound nice?

A I love you babe, and since I will always have that + 5, on me, I get to dole out some advise. How you choose to use it, is again, none of my concern! There disclaimers done, lets get to the business of dole,

• Candy - Watch out boy, I've heard that Candy is bait often used, very successfully, when it comes to hungry brown bois.

• Dyke's - You will know them when you see pit hair longer then yours. Stay Away! You have only started trimming, don't want you getting feral again, do we?

• White Meat - I am sure you'll like Chicken, all you have to do is Spice it up a notch, Curry any one?

Finally no mush, but do wait for the next one. Ciao, will post after a smoke.

PS: emailed to blog this one, just easier.

PS

I forgot to mention, Bruce has got a job offer...and I think it was on my Birthday...how cool is that?

:D

winds of change

Pardon the cliched title...couldn't think of anything else right now.

In any case, if you have read B's post, you must have realized that lots have happened between my last post and this one...including my 25th B'day! So for a period of 10 days (counting the time difference phenomenon and all) Bruce and I are of the same age...there...I can almost see him making a face at that!

But yes, lots of things have change, for better or for worse, that remains to be seen. I have moved out of my job to study again, and its been a weird phase so far.

I am in the US, have become a regular at the LGBT centre in the campus and its very very refreshing to see normal people around. Fortunately or unfortunately, I don't have any particular liking for white meat...so the location doesn't offer any more oppurtunity than Chennai did, add to that the fact that for the time being I am living with a bunch of Bongs...that's Indian from West Bengal...and it almost feels at times that I am somehow stuck in some kind of a space-time wrap!

I MISS B! :(

But yes, it's a new beginning, and it's almost amazing how both our lives, that's B and I, have changed, hopefully for the better, in the last 2 months or so. What B has very coyly and conveniently forgotten to mention is that he has a fantastic job now....with great hours so he can actually have a friday date...which he tried to throw on me today over the mail :P

Well...no complaints there...I have a regular supply of candies from the Rainbow centre in here!

So right now, I am in the library opf the Rainbow centre, surrounded by gays and lesbians, and books and magazines all talking about gay issues and stuff. The DVD rack has almost all the movies B has been trying to download from the inetrnet since the past year or so...including the complete QAF (both UK and US...there)!

It's been awesome so far. The Curry Closet is going places....and its great!

I would not want to get into this cliche...but while I write this, my eyes are almost moist because I have been the lucky one amongst so many people...with great friends and awesome roommates.

Thanks B, for everything you are, and everything you are not!



PS: I still am 5 yrs younger....YIPPIE!!!

August beginnings!

August Tidings are here at The Curry Closet. A's moved out and will be blogging form cooler climes. So early in the morn, when I think he's on that final stretch, on a greyhound, to a new beginning. I'd thought I'd let you all in on why this August was so special.

For they don't just call it August for nothing!

A's

- Done, with the brainless job!
- Done, with thinking of new ways to torment his boss.
- Done, popping Out, every time the thermometer, hits 30 degrees!
- Done, being scrubbed by Scratchy!
- Done, minding his P's and Q's. Making sure that I do too!
- Done, suggesting that some one fuck Poly!
- Done, selling his soul for a magnum of Tanqueray.
- Done, being called Mr.Big, and I don't mean Mr.Big aka Carrie B.
- Done, all the doable men in Chennai.
- Done, Also, all doable men who travel into Chennai.
- Done, with Chennai.

I could go on, but then its not about whats done, it's all about what remains to be done, the possibilities! And It's all there for you babe...as you head out chasing a dream, I wish you the very best, for you deserve nothing less!

Grr Husky!!

Note:- Credits and Disclaimers

• August Tidings, by Usha Pisharody.
• Came out awfully cloyingly sweet and mushy, but then this was some August! So don't make assumptions, already.
  

Rank Outsider!

It's a long time I am going through the motions of being a new hire and gosh it can be hard. Since morning I have managed to speak to just two folks. I am taking this as a lesson on onboarding new hires...just don't leave it to them to break the Ice!

 

PS - The nice lady next cube, just made me aware that I can't have the window seat with a view. It's been here and on lease to the boss, so she wants it back...So will keep you posted on where in the office grid do I fall. Reminds me of a blog query in my ex employer's website - Is there a pecking order by Tenurity? I had responded 'no', but looks like it actualy does! Lessons we learn!

Turtle tales

They are perhaps the cutest things that keep coming to India year after year, and we do all we can to harm them... destroy their nests, steal their eggs, kill them for meat and shell... steal the young ones for exotic pet sales.

Read about some issues here.

And now there is a new port that is being planned at the locations these turtle keep coming to lay their eggs! Gahirmatha's seas are one of the world's largest breeding areas for the Olive Ridley Turtle. The Dhamra port could signal the end of this habitat forever.

Greenpeace has been pursuing the TATAs to change the location of the port since a while, and has taken out quite a few campaigns for this. This seems to be going on the right way as finally the TATAs seem to have taken notice and are hiring PR agents to look into the harm these campaigns are doing to their public image, and what can be done to save it! Wouldn't it be easier just to change the location of the port? Or is it that the souls have been sold already?

These turtles are going to need all the help and support from us that they can get. Read about the GreenPeace efforts here. I have been supporting this since some time now. I would hope you would be concerned and sign it as well and spread the word.

PS: I realize I have started sounding dangerously like one of those guys who are ready to march out for anything and everything....but I think I am concerned about the environment. After all, we have but one earth, and in the end of the day, it is left to us to decide what we want to make of it....we could turn it to a land of wonders, or a valley of shame. Let's make the right choice.

Akasaka

Just had some excellent Sushi and not very far form home. We were in Akasaka today for dinner and this was A's first experience with Sushi. So I was not sure how this would go!

The restaurant is located behind Jayanti Theatre in Thrivanmiyur in the ground floor of a residential complex. So you just might miss it, look around!

It was perfect from the word go, clean spacious, very attentive staff and excellent Sushi.. we had some Chutoro, Teka Maki and a mixed vegetable Tempura. The sushi was presented well and was very fresh ...even A, who was doing Sushi for first time loved it ( I somehow knew he'd like the fish!- go figure), but did make plenty of noises with the Tempura ( Our Man does not believe, they could charge so much for bhajjis). But overall I'd strongly recommend that you try Akasaka.

PS: The Manager Cyril, is always on hand to explain in case you need any help. Also he traced me back the next day to return back some cash that was over charged by mistake. I had not even left my card :) Thats service!! and I will be back!

Akasaka details in the link!
Sushi FAQ
Sushi Ettiquites

Buttered Buns!

Buttered buns! Anyone !

I just had the my cute masseur coax me into a hour long session on the table. It was business as usual I thought, me on the table and some one on top! But this time, the boy decides to notch it up a little and I am curious, it's not often you can surprise me.

Cocoa Butter.The man sure knows how to please...for an hour he gently coaxes every muscle, and that included a very sore tush.I walked out of that session, with more cocoa butter on my tush, then you have in your dark rich Cadbury! Tasty Maybe!


PS: Must gift him a CD of massage clips from you Tube, let me help him excel !!!

Magic books

I love/live books. I am still trying to figure what my existance would be like should at some point in time I would not have access to books. It's almost become addictive. Not that i need to read them all the time; but the mere presence changes everything for me.

Hence, now that suddenly I seem to have lost all my interests in boys (note that its boys and not men; Chennai suddenly seems devoid of dateable men, and even the boys are few and far between. Sigh!) I have regained my pace with books. So I completed 2 pulp fiction novels, 1 anthology of Lithuanian, Slovakian and some other -ian fairy tales, one Henry James and now on to this book called Magic City that deals with racial and economic issues in early 1900s. Well, I do read almost everything, so long as they are well written and leave some effect. Hence I have started avoiding certain popular writers, partly because I am a snob, but mostly because their books have no soul. It hasn't taken me too long to understand that popular does not equal good, and thank heavens for that!

But I am enjoying Magic City. It written very well, and somehow, the irrationality and the mystique makes it all the more real.

Let me read, and maybe for a while I'll not miss anything, or anyone.

Acts of trust!

So the Manmohan Singh government did finally win the trust vote, and how!

I had always thought of Manmohan Singh as an impotent puppet being played, and played well, by the powers that shall not be named! However, the trust vote was indeed, perhaps as low the political situation has gone in a long time. The whole parliamentary debate is a total farce, and yes, its sad to the extent of being hilarious, I still cannot imagine the strange apathy we, as the public have towards the whole on goings that we refuse to open our eyes when the right time comes.

Selective amnesia has never helped anyone, in the long, or short run for that matter. How can we be so stupid that we don't even care any more? I don't really have an opinion on the whole nuclear deal. But I do have a problem about how the entire dealing was done is such a hush-hush manner that'd shame the bollywood suspense directors...not that that is a huge thing!

The question is, where are we heading thus? Its kind of corny, but I suddenly can't get these lyrics out of my mind!

Ehsas thoda to jagaye, apni dilon main hum,
Jaana tha humko kahan, aur chale hain kahanpe hum!

I am not sure if I should have posted this post here, or in my regular blog, but WTH, I am still living here, closet or otherwise!

Domesticity?

I and B had gone out on an early morning walk to the beach, and I was just shooting randomly. This one was unique in that, in that rather crowded beach, this one had only the things I had wanted in the frame. No trespassers here, no Sir!

I do not know, nor can I surmise if these two are a couple, or even lovers. But I love the way the photograph turned out, and frankly, I must also admit, I am taken aback at the power of suggestion.

No more talk, do tell me if you like it.

Love Doggy Style!

comic strip by Laura

A - Strange bitch who likes cats ============>>>> I am stoned my love, so you will but forgive!

From a Dawg lover, with Nauseating, cloying sweetness and all things good - B

Thank god for Cats!

Meat heat!

We all love celeb bitch fights...this one, well...it almost makes me wonder if Pammie forgot she's blonde!

Now now, that was a blonde moment!

thought for the day

If Pratibha Patil must be the president of India, is this hot or what?

Of course Ms. Patil had no chance!

Love and Brutus

"There is a tide in the affairs of men which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries"

Some things are not planned, like falling in love and hoping it'll pass the test of time and fortune.

Bruce has gone back to where he's pursuing his dreams. My dreams seem to be taking shape. But life seems to be moving so fast, that at times I feel somewhere I just lost my way and got stranded in a labyrinth. Things were not meant to be so complicated.

But then, there's always a flip side to every situation...things I had almost always wanted are taking a concrete shape, and I am in love with a guy who loves me as much. Not many guys can say that for themselves. I'm happy...just not content somehow.

Al (one of my closest friends) gave me a whole new, and correct perspective to my situation. I was cribbing about how complicated things are, and she snapped back, "Dude! You are a guy, in love with another guy, in India! Things don't quite get more complicated. So stop cribbing and just be gay already!"

It's kind of funny how I had forgotten about the whole "being gay in India" thing in the midst of everything. It felt good.

PS: Bruce had sent me the quote...it's from Julius Caeser. I could fall for him just because of this. He's all that, and much more. I should stop before the mush turns to slush! :P

Happy Pride!

Happy Pride!

We just wanted to do a post in solidarity of the guys who will be marching the streets across the world today. Thanks!

Kolkata - 1999
Delhi and Bangalore - 2008!

Good Luck to the marchers in Delhi and Bangalore, you shall all be pioneers!

Cheers!

Some links:-

Kolkata Pride
Bangalore Pride Home
Delhi Pride in the Times of India
Wiki - Pride Events worldwide

Brazen?

B was totally fascinated with the colour of this dried up leaf!

I must admit I like it pretty much myself.

just an update!

So we got the first person to comment saying that we do not blog often enough...well...that's actually very, very true!

However, B's turning 30 this saturday, and we are having a small get together of sorts with all our friends from chennai, and one particluar friend of B who I hate. Well...apparently he hates me back in turn, and somehow that makes me feel even better about myself.

Well, all that said and done, Bruce is coming back to Chennai :D

Yippie!

KLPD - Take 2!

This is a Tad too late to be getting this post out, but hell, there are very few days A will want to forget, but this will not be it! So I say never too late. Please check the link for the Original KLPD Story.

What do you do when it pours bad luck??
What are the chance's that you'd be hit by lightening twice on the same day! Slim! But, if it does, what do you do??

Run for cover, Duck, Hide, Better get a stiff large drink, at least theres some stiff there!

That's exactly what I am going to do with A, get him a stiff drink to tide him over the day!
You already know, what happened earlier in the day from my previous post! Well here's Take 2!

A did not give up, determined bugger that he is, he logged on back on g4m, and as usual the hot pinged a ton! He is like, well the day is far from done, and hooks on to this hot dude..well thats the last time he gets called Hot, is all I know!

Apparently all that glisters is not gold!! I think A will be back online some time today to cry his heart out...

KLPD !

KLPD - Thats when you are half way through a blow job and the suckers folks knock at the damn door!

KLPD - is what happened today!

A woke up all perked up and beaming - "I am going out for a lay! please lock up." I wake up and see him through and well, was relieved that he's not going to be talking about abstinence again. I am trying to take a break form it all and its just my second week!

Relieved, I get back to bed and think nothing of it. Well until an hour or so later, I hear a bell!
The nice cleaning man and a not so happy looking A!!

The rest you already know, KLPD! Indian Expression Global Implications!

I have for the last one hour heard him go on and on and No its not easy when you are taking a break form it all!

Picture: From the team at Happily Unmarried The mug was a gift I picked for a gal pal at work, who refused to open it in office!! Prude!

There's nothing as fabulous as cleaning up with wet perfumed tissues after sex. As a matter of fact, that was almost the best thing about my one and only ex! That, and his elder sister who cooks awesome biriyani, insists that I am frail and calls me Ladoo.

Now, that does put things in perspective, doesn't it?

got beef!

about a boy

I think I like someone. I think I like him a lot. The question is, how much is enough. Where do you draw the line between falling in love and choosing the best of what you have?

I am very sure I would rather be alone than get into a relationship just because I want one. It's funny, but somehow I guess, it'll be easier for me to judge if or not I am in love if the someone--let's call him Bruce; well, if Bruce were not the best guy I've ever been with.

He's charming, intelligent, funny, and understands those irrational moments that I seem to have way too often. The paradox, if Bruce weren't all that he is, I possibly wouldn't have fallen for him, bit since he is, how do I know for sure that I'd not just walk away if one fine day I realize that He's not all that I had thought he was. Where does brain stop and heart begin?

It's like a problem in probability, and I love probability, mathematically speaking. But the one in hand, well, way too many variables with no seeming correlating formulae and random time bound weightages.

Some people really spend their lives together. I wish someone would tell me how they knew.

Scary bit...how do I know that the flutter of a butterfly wouldn't bring the world crashing?

parent blues

My parents are visiting Chennai for the 9th time I suppose, but this time they are visiting me. Well, to begin at the beginning, the stash of rubber has been hidden in Bs closet, and my Hadley Chases, showcasing three femme fatales in bikinis and less have been hidden beneath Sholokhov. But despite Bs best attempts to make a neat room of my mess, when my parents came in, the bed was heaped with clothes...all washed and dried though. well...that was 4:00am yesterday, and by the evening they were all neatly folded and grouped under shirts, trousers, tees and miscalleneous. Mom has taken charge of the kitchen, and Dad's keeping the place neat and tidy...well at least he's trying to. Though I must admit that B, and my parents make a rather strong opposition to my fetish for chaos.

B has been behaving like the perfect older son and I have very strong reasons to suspect my parents might soon disown me and adopt him! Well...that'll be kinda fun coming to think of all the drama that'll ensue when B will be pursued to marry some nice homely bengali female!

Now that will be some soap!

PS: Mom even went to the extent of telling me that she wouldn't really mind even if the female I chose did not know bengali...yeesh!

Bigfoot in my house!

B's slippers on our doormat.

I've been trying to figure out a way to increase traffic to our blog since a while. It's not about narcissism; at least not entirely so...it's more about being able to connect to other bloggers from around the globe, especially from gay bloggers. India in general, and Chennai in particular doesn't offer much in that aspect otherwise.

From what I know of the 'scene' in here, there are two groups where people meet up and discuss relevent issues. But to be very honest, somehow the whole concept of a regular meeting doesn't quite appeal to me. I know this sounds like, and probably is, closing your eyes to reality and believing everything's peachy. But for the very personal me, this is more about equality. I don't see straight people meeting regularly and whining about life...and I am sure they whine as much as we do, only its not a group thing. But then, I doubt they have as many group things going on in their lives as even the most prude of the gay population would have.

But I am digressing.

I know I am fortunate in being in a better situation than a lot of other Indian gay men in that I stay away from my folks, have a fantastic flatmate who's queer as well and have good friends who have accepted me the way I am (Yes, I came out to a few of them recently). But what I still miss is the normal talk....not talk about the lack of good men, or how everyone in here is looking for sex and nothing else....or how family pressure is so difficult to handle. I know all these are true, and very important issues...pressing issues for that matter. But somehow, they aren't as important to me as they definitely are to a lot of us. I seek talk about how someone saw a great movie...or read a good book, or a poem which touched him. Call me shallow, or call me stupid, but I don't really care two hoots about the fact that the level of promiscuity amongst gay men is alarmingly high, or how they are being forced to marry by the heartless society. I don't, really.

What I do miss (for lack of a better word) is the conversations I can have with my non-gay friends about a problem in science, or a fallacy in mathematics, or politics (non-gay politics :P), or literature.

All the world's a stage, and we are all actors on it. Pardon me;I messed up the quotation...but this perhaps holds true for us, more now than ever before. The world around us is changing by the moment, and yet we somehow seem to be stuck in a baroque stage repeating the same lines over and over again.

Stephen King (not amongst my favourite authors :P) wrote about one of his short story once, "There are many interpretations of hell. Mine's repetition."

I'll agree.

A Hostage's Life in Chennai

I woke up today morning, with this insane urge to blog about this road block in my life. I feel I have reached a point in my stay in Chennai, where if things do not change for the better, I am calling it quits.

Chennai truely has a long way to go before it can be cosmopolitan, and a City that can attract a vibrant dynamic multicultural work population.

I like the beaches, I am doing great at work, but I guess I can't live a bums life on the beach. I still have to manage a house, a maid, Dhobis, and a zillion other things that go to make life liveable. And mind you, I have done this for the past 7 years, which I have been on my own and I am good at this. But sadly not good enough to replicate in Chennai.

Chennai is being touted as the new IT boom town. But apart from the acres of marshland doled out to IT companies at throw away prices, and twonship that are upsupring village areas, hardly any social infractructure is in place. I don't see how Chennai will attract a dynamic, multicultural work population whos used to world class services and facilities.

I work with an IT major and most folks in my office in Chennai are native Tamils who after stints in other cities, are returning home to settle down. If I split it into ratios it will be as bad as 70:30, which is scary and should be red flags to the Organisation and also to city at large.

Life on the other side of town hopefully is different, but for folks who live in the OMR/ECR areas, where most of the expats will work, there is a severe dearth of people who can communicate in any other language, save Tamil.

Before you brand me a "Hater", let me make it clear, I don't hate Tamil, I don't know enough of it to Hate.All I know is that its rich, with a tradition that pre dates sanskrit. But alas like the french, you are linguistically myopic!

The moment I call a Taxi service, I yell ENGLISH Please, I do the same when I am with the Phone Company, I managed a complete AC unit installation without a single word uttered, it was sign language.

But I dont know where to go from gesturing in sign language, I just stare at the wall.

May be in time I will learn Tamil, just like I speak a bit of Tulu, Kannada, Bengali, Assamese, Hindi, English and some French. But on second thoughts, may be not, because all I am feeling right now is extreme dislike bordering on the verge of hate, which is what happens if its forced on some one.

I read in the newspapers that Tamil will be made compulsury in colleges, for all students. I quite like the Idea, but with a twist. All non tamil students take Tamil, all Tamil students take up one language thats other than theirs, even if it means taking - Spoken English.

To fellow hostages, please comment and do let me of any domestic help who speaks a bit of english or Hindi,any dhobi who delivers, I need these two needs attended immediately!

To the rest of the world, let me know if you have managed a better transition into this city, anything to Free me Up!

Hve you ever noticed how most of the messages you get over the saviour of Indian gay population aka g4m essentially sound like 'Hi, i like your profile, are you interested in friendship and fun'.

Well...all very fine I'd say, except that it's not quite. These messages almost make you feel that friendship can be forged instantly just on the basis of your sexuality, and that 'fun' is only as multifaceted as your kinks are. I hate how the meaning of 'fun' has been changed by cheap dirty jokes into sex....and the euphemism, if it be so, makes even sex sound dirty.

Why is everyone scared of uttering the word sex? it even has lesser number of letters than love, or friendship...the same no as fun and I guess that's why the replacement.

How pathetic must we be that we need to hide ourselves even when we are naked?

The Growing Years!

I just came across this , have a look and tell me what you think of it ? Brilliant! Raw, Edgy, Black and White ~ everything I like, including the greys that creep in.

Eric Sizmore Photos

Thought for the day

God exists because straight people don't have a sex life!

Ferris wheels

I was home, and there was the annual fair going on...with all the fanfare of a carnival. And a very very special friend of mine...someone who's almost as close to me as my own brother visited by chance. He is homophobic though, but that's another thing. So we went to the fair, and for the first time in my life, I suddenly had the courage to get on the Ferris wheel...and he was there with me...and we were both shit scared, and were screaming our guts out. He's a doc, and then he said that I should find a fixed point of focus, and everything would be fine. So I stared at his eyes, and did not take my eyes off his till the ride was over. And everything was fine...even great...even almost orgasmically great!

Funny thing how our lives are just like ferris wheel...everything would be just fine, or even great if we could only find a fixed point to focus on.

I wish it were easy to find that point to focus on.

I wish the point of focus always stayed stationary relative to me like his eyes on the ferris wheel gondola.

I wish I could find a place to stand steady for a moment with someone.

I wish I could make that moment eternity.

Bloody Homophobia!

Here it is - tell me that you have seen this, does this blatent homophobia make your blood curl!

It does for me, I know how short of blood our blood banks are and Have many a times had to give blood in emergencies, all this while staring at the writing on the wall - in Bold..

You should never give blood if:You're a man who's had sex with another man, even safe sex using a condom

Personally, I did what I did because I knew that I was safe and they needed blood. But this discrimination has to stop!

Here are the other people who can give blood, but not Me!

A straight man who has sex with a different girl every weekend can give blood TODAY.

Intravenous Drug users can give blood after 1 year.

Prostitute users can give blood after 1 year.

Those who have had sex abroad in a high risk HIV country can give blood after 18 months

Here's a movement in the UK, thats working for getting gays the right to donate blood.

A

This is officially my first post on the Curry Closet. I had to blog about something Spicy! And the choice was obvious, I had to blog about A!

The move to Chennai can be hard for any one, and I was no exception. Add to it my predilection of good food and brash Panju bois...both of which are extremely rare in Chennai. I was home sick, tired of iddli and sambhar and given notice by the office that I needed to get a pad, I had overstayed at the hotel for an extra 14 days..bowing down to such pressures I braved out and found the pad.

I braved for a month, stayed alone, and it had its advantages , but the novelty soon wore off.

I met a few people, A was the third guy I met..I was already at the table drinking tea at the Cha Bar, in waked A, nope he Slithered, his camera in hand and a smile that flashed.

Did not take long to do the pleasantries, and It was down to business..there were too may places where we found common ground.

Except for his annoying habit of clicking at everything and anything, I was willing to give this a try. Little did I imagine, that this was going to be a trip, a good one!

A - My Flatmate, Keeper of secrets, Nag about the House, Sous Chef,..I do have an long list of officious sounding titles that he holds in the Curry Closet, none come close to describing him..so he is simply A , my friend. Thank You !

B is back!

Yippie!

Well...B is back, and I am going off for a vacation of sorts. Going home after one whole year.

More pics when I am back.

cheers!

Pineapple crown on the beach

Sunset in Chennai

7/10 vs. 8/10

B has gone for a well deserved Vacation to Delhi. So passing this weekend through was all left up to me, and to be fair enough, I fared rather swell in that account.

Had a little intrigue (:P) with a german visitor in the city, met two really good friends after a long long time, and then met the cutest thing I have met so far.

It's the cute thing, whom we shall call 'Flash' as he wanted me to, about who this post is.

Well, we went to a coffee place which also served Pizza and such other stuff...and we had a rather funny (read lame) service out there. Ok, I am digressing here.

So Flash is 'kind of' seeing some guy, and has been going monogamous about it. (Alas!) He is 22 and I must say I felt a pang somewhere within when I was listening to him....maybe I was jealous at the optimism, or simply the faith in "happily ever after" which I have totally lost. I wonder if it's he who's naive, or it's me who's just plain old stupid (and that translates as plain, old and stupid!) !

Anyhow, while we were just talking about it, he shared an interesting facet of the young gay life in Chennai, and I think I might safely assume, of the young gay life. Apparently everyone's rated in terms of desirability; in his case, on a scale of 1-10. He was a tad insecure because he thinks he is a 7 on that scale while the boyfriend is an 8. So yes, I suppose you will never be good looking enough for your self. But is this how things really go?

For me it had always been a binary decision - interesting vs. not interesting, doable vs. not doable, cute vs not cute, good in the sack vs. not good in the sack...and so on depending on the situation. And now suddenly I see that there's this whole gradation in place. From what Flash said, most of his friends did the same and he seemed rather surprised when I seemed to be totally ignorant of this. Perhaps I should meet more people, or pay more attention to what they are saying. Or maybe he said it out because we already had decided that we'd not go beyond the 'just-friends' tag.

All said and done, it's still rather odd to feel a number glowing on your forehead by which you are being identified and/or classified.

Has the gay world become such a pageant?

PS: Flash would feature as a 9 on my list I suppose, but I think I'll stick to my binary version of the classification. Still classification no doubt, and definitely very very judgemental, but at least this way I need not feel like I am being judged on every single aspect of my self, or even my projected self.

PPS: For all those females who complain about life being hard, welcome to the gay world. Mostly you got to be 7/10, or you are just roadkill.

PPPS: Cheers!