breakfast

The Bachelor Pad @ Adayar

I am a house proud Queer Boy, with an unusually strong aversion to making house calls. And one of the outcomes of this aversion , has been putting, sleepy, nondescript drowning Madipakkam on the map, all on my own. The Boys have to come to me!

This works beautifully, as most gay boys stay with family or friends till very late in their lives, so they are always on the lookout for a "With Place", Date :P.

So I found it strange when a date, who I have known for over a year now, insisted that I come down to his pad, this time around..I played the scene in my mind more than a few times, and almost bailed out. But I did go, It was too long since I had met him.

Sweet Man that he is, he had clean and place, and he was excited having me over at his place, but would time and again, stop and say It's not as good, as comfy as your place ..and this bugged me. So I sat him down and asked him, if he thought that way , why did he call me here ?

He was taken back by the question, but he told me that he really wanted to invite me over , for some time now. But some how never had the chance, and that he was also was concerned about the state of the pad...but today he was alone, so he did put some effort cleaning up , and called me ..how can you not like the man?

So it was over a dinner of Alu/Muli Paranthas from Mast Kalandar, we Talked, funny stories from campus , his impending marriage, how he was looking forward to it , and some how, he did not have any of the dichotomy, that is so evident in gay men, he was happy. I am a habitual baiter, so I did throw him a hooker, " Will you continue seeing men?"..and he thought about it for a bit and gave me a confident No!

He explained to me how seeing a men, fulfilled his need for companionship and intimacy, which was impossible for him growing up with Women..and now that he found that in a Woman, he was ready to move on..sex was just incidental in the scheme of things..he looked at me, and told me that it was Ok, if I did not want to meet him any more..but how could I not? He was honest, truly enjoys and cares...so we keep talking....

Masala Chai@ 8 AM

Utterly Motherly Delicious

I did lunch with Shanu and his Mom, who is in town visiting for some time. I am still gushing. It was simple and Delicious , cooked with a lot of love ..simple Alu gobi, Dal, Raita and Achar with roti. Shanu offered me a drink, but to my surprise, I was not comfortable drinking in front , so I declined. We spent a lazy hour talking to his mom as she cooked and served us lunch.

I love Mom's..so invite me back soon, Dal, Bati and Churma this time on.

Summer Time and Livin is Easy

Summer time and the living is Easy, the fish are jumping , and the cotton is high , your Daddy's rich and your ma is good looking. So Hush little baby, don't you Cry. Essential Jazz.

It's Summer Time in Chennai and I am wondering if the living is going to be easy! I try Hard, check whats for lunch today ..Iced Lemon Tea and Figs, in the Nude! Bliss :P

It's been two months since I left a High Paying job, to take some time off , and do absolutely nothing. Creating a stir amongst my friends and colleagues , on this abrupt change in course..but I am thankful , they understood, and I am amazed by my Sisters and Parents who were with me 100%.

So is it Easy? A difficult one, for some one who's toed the line most of his life. But as of this post, I am enjoying the limbo. I know I will soon tire of it, or finances will soon become an issues, but till then, I have time.

Unintentionally, one of the things that I am enjoying most right now, is living my gay adolescence (Why else will I dance around in barely there hot pants , at a party!). I just came out to my family and friends late last year, so it's nice to have some time, without the woes of having to maintain a facade , and constantly keep that thin line between my lives. It's one beautiful blur right now , a blur with the the colors of the rainbow..

PS: I am also getting the drafts out so you will see some posts come by...happens if you loudmouth blogging powers to drunk cute interesting men you've only just met :P

2 am @ Beasent Nagar

Woof! Just couldn't take my eyes off. Vikram as seen on the walls of a telephone booth , 2 am in the morning somewhere in Beasent Nagar. Sooraj thanks much for the coffee :)

You belong to me : A review

This was a movie S and I opted for rather offhandedly to watch over the internet after we were done with dinner and "The Informers". "The Informers" had been vaguely dissatisfying primarily because of the editing; but that's another story.

So we chose "You belong to me", or rather S chose it after I read the blurb on it that mentioned a vaguely gay plotline, and I am very very happy he did.

This was a very well made, very understated and very well enacted movie. The movie starts with an architect named Jeffrey (Daniel Sauli) sort of stalking his disinterested one-afternoon-stand Rene (Julien Lucas -- very rakish) and moving into the same apartment complex as Rene. And right about the time when I was about to say "...not another gay fatal attraction movie plzzz..." the plot swerved in a completely different direction and evolved into a very urbane gothic suspense thriller.

The movie is worth at least one watch simply because it blends the gay subplot into the background without even a single moments worth of melodrama.

Coco Chanel apparently had said once " Before you leave the house, take one thing off your self." Writer-director Sam Zalutsky may have used that philosophy to trim off any extra drama from the movie, and the result is a slick, gripping thriller.

...and the Nobel Peace prize '09 goes to...

Barack Hussein Obama "for his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples".

Isn't it ironic that someone who declares war on a country to be necessary, and allocates troops to continue that war should receive any 'peace prize', least of all the Nobel Peace Prize in less than a fortnight of that allocation of troops.

I try to stay away from politics. I'm not informed enough perhaps, nor qualified enough. But I had to put this down here, lest I forget how grave tragedies can often be so very comic.

The lube story

I've often wondered why lube was so difficult to get? I mean don't straight people don't need them? or do they just have bad dry sex? Or was I not looking at the right shops?

In any case, while I was thinking aloud what to get for B from here when I come back from my trip, S quipped,"Get an industrial size lube."

Thinking about it...not a bad idea at all. And then there's always the small pocket size sachets that come in so handy :P


What do you think is more useful?

Another funny thing I saw today...

This is an ad for Abercrombie & Fitch.

Yes, a prepped up plastic pretty boy with impeccable hair is indeed the epitome of 'fierce'. (I'd have used the noun form, but it's 'fierceness', and sounds rather lame. English does need to be revamped!)

Oh, and Arthur Conan Doyle, seriously? Somebody really got paid for this ad!

Even olde english can carry trash only so far!

Funny thing I heard today

A 30 year old guy called a 36 year old guy old.

No wonder the gay scene is so fucked up...and not in the right way!

homesick

It was a misty, misty morning in here. And it was Durga Puja back home. Puja was early this year, and so it must have been rather hot and humid; not the usual cool of the onset of winter and the coral lilies strewn on the ground with the soft sweet smell sifting through each breath that I usually associate with Puja. But it was misty here, and I was homesick for the first time in a long long time.

So here I was, listening to Tagore's songs on youtube, feeling melancholy and perhaps even lonely. I have almost always been more comfortable with english than bengali as a mode of communication, partly because i've been away from home since a while; but these songs have a way of touching my soul that I've not experienced with anything else. If it has to do with Tagore being the genius he was, or with the language, or the fact that I literally grew up with these songs I do not know. But I'll just post one such song here.



This is not the best version of the song. Tagore's songs should not be overpowered with instruments. But some misty mornings, the soul of the song transcends its rendition. Some misty mornings distances and time lose out to the flight of a nostalgic dream. Some misty mornings, the mist rolls down your face and ruins homework you've been working on, and yet you don't really care.

Burma VJ

A must watch! I saw this documentary on NDTV today and I was moved to tears. It documents the work of numerous unnamed Video Journalists inside Burma who work in exteremely dangerous conditions to document the struggle of a people yearning for freedom. The footage is brillaint, and touching as you see numerous examples of exemplary courage.I had tears in my eyes, as I watched buddhist monks walk the streets into the army baricades in front of Aung San Suu Kyi's house and she was there paying her respects to these brave ones from behind here gate in the compund where she is imprisoned.


Made me think, would I do it, Do I have the couage to stand up for what I believe in......all of us should think. 

Official Site: Burma VJ This also has a petition, hope you will Sign it.

the garden

S and I moved to the house next door last weekend. Of course it was a pain in the ass primarily because S loves antique furniture. I don't understand the appeal of old furniture when they are so heavy and cumbersome as most of them tend to be.

Anyways, it was a long weekend, and lots of lifting and walking. But the move's finally over, and today I went to school with a sore body and an absent mind. When I came back, and was fretting over the miserable state of my neglected garden overgrown with weeds. Oh, and the deers ate the bean stalks growing on the wire fence. I finally realized why people love venison so much :P. Anyways, while I was counting my losses, and plucking the remnants of the beans, I decided to go through the garden just like that. And that's when I saw the first one. I had planted some potatoes for the shoots which I love; but S had pointed out that the potato shoots are toxic. In any case, I had forgotten about them totally...but then I saw the first tuber peeking out...and when I checked for them...there were quite a few of them...all in all, I excavated 17 potatoes....and they looked real pretty. The first good harvest from my garden.

It feels great!

A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste!

the BIG change

Yes, we all have heard about it, the reading down of the section 377 and all the media hoopla surrounding it.

Of course the most popular question is if or not homosexuality is natural. One of my friends commented "how many creatures in nature wear shoes and clothes, cook their food, drive, watch tv, and use electronic gadgets? The argument being debated in the Indian press over whether gay sex goes against 'nature' is a complete non-starter. Duh!"

I absolutely second that. Unfortunately, the war has just begun. Fortunately, homosexuality is here to stay, however suppressed, terrorized, or persecuted. It has survived the religions, it'll definitely survive the protests.