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?