Night-time is a catalyst for the blues to creep in and possess you. A pal (RST) had once asked me, “Dude, do you face the blues?” And I had replied in the affirmative. Yes man, I face the blues. And I thrive in the blues.
Today I want to be frank. Every time I think of some specific topics, I tend to blanket the feelings just because I know what the right direction is. I tend to smother the emotions just because I know there is no place for those. Who decides there is space for what and not?!
There are times when I think whether I have the right approach when it comes to relationships. And since I am in none at the moment, I wonder whether I tend to close my self to the world around me. In the past, the girls I dated were my pals and I had known them for at least a year before. And funnily enough, I really fail to remember how exactly we ended up being together. Though I distinctly remember making special efforts to be a part of their life and I also remember them making similar kind of efforts. But how did we ‘start’ taking that extra step? I Cannot Recollect.
Love happens. It begins after the initial smiles and conversations. And guess it IS like coffee after all. Every brew gives you a new hit and not one mug tastes the same. Every time you brew new coffee, it is a new adventure. Repeat the procedure mechanically and all you get is bad coffee. A New Adventure. That is what Love is. That is what Making Love is. :P
Getting back to the silliness I am going through- I would like to unfold the many-layered issue. I unravel the Practicality, I unravel Sensibility And I unravel the Reality. Inside I get a raw and little part of me still in love. Madly in love. This I have blanketed with stuff not entirely wrong at all. And at the same time, there is a crazy wish that what really makes sense should not make sense at all! To hell with what the rest of me feels, to hell with what her practical self means, to hell with everything! :D
But it doesn’t work that way. And that crazy bit inside me, I smother again. Hoping it will die. Or maybe not. I Do Not Know.
Maybe this is like putting a lot of thought into seemingly unimportant things. Maybe this is known as applying loads of jelly on a single slice of bread. :)
The wheels started rolling when I got a text from a friend- "God created Adam-and-Eve NOT Adam-and-Steve.. hohohahaheehee" :| This surprised me. Many little things do, actually.
Homosexuality is a topic of healthy debate, one where even intellectuals are divided among themselves. When I had a chance to Edit a college magazine (The Wall), I was hoping to include an article on the same in English and Marathi section. Sadly, our college authorities had their way and we had to have none at all. Justification- "It may look as if college is promoting such activities.." No really, what activities?
I'll be frank- I can't accept this sexual orientation exists in nature. I can accept people being gay but somewhere inside, something will keep bugging me. And this will change as I grow up. I know for sure.
Homosexuality is neither a disease nor an abnormality. Those people are neither freaks nor weirdos. From the suspects around me- I find them extremely friendly, affable and helpful. But somehow they seem to be under the glare and are talked about.. not always in a good sense.
If we can accept a guy and a girl kissing, why can't we accept a same-sex couple doing the same? What exactly is wrong if we see two guys or two girls holding hands in public places? What is weird in all this? Do we have answers?
We have proof that homosexuality is very prevalent in animals. Famous personalities have been gay. Indian deity 'Shankar' has been shown as part-male and part-female. It is all about being aware of both sexualities in a being. You know what, we are all a bit gay. It is all about the percentage of being gay.
Experimentation has increased over the years and people these days are more aware and ready to explore their sexualities. Yet somewhere, the openness is absent. A certain India prefers to keep it wrapped up in a closet. A certain India fails to accept. A certain India does not mind while the rest does not care.
This post does not tie all the loose ends of the thread but just touches random topics in a discrete manner. I know it is an injustice to the same but then- I'm writing a blog post, not a book. Every topic deserves a couple of pages at least.
I'm waiting for the day when people won't cast a weird eye over a couple of very happy Adam and Steve. :)
I live in a nice locality full of nice, educated people. Friendly shop-keepers know everyone and we being especially old customers, take care that they stack everything we need. So we have stale breads, a single brand of ketchup, the dry dry-fruits and voila! LAYS is not available. This is because the nice shop-keepers are health conscious. Monosodium Glutamate, remember?
Being a nice locality full of nice people, I'm very proud of the roads. They resemble those of the moon, so moon-walking ain't a big deal for us. Sometimes, one of the street-lamps just decides to doze off and that patch of the pot-holed road is in the dark. So it becomes very romantic and safe.
All individual societies full of nice people take the duty of guarding their premises very seriously. So they build walls around their 'gardens' which boast of rare weeds and poisonous reptiles. They hire age-old watchmen or rather- veterans in the business of security. I feel the main reason behind this is the fact that brains are more important than brawn. After all- the robbers and the thieves would be afraid the experience these Security Guards must have had. So what if they are all above 60?! They can run fast or so the Society Chairmen believe!
Getting back to the friendly shop-keepers in our nice locality full of nice people, they have everything that can be made of brittle steel and brass. Be sure that the stainless steel sold to the nice people will rust. :) Vegetable-vendors buy the stuff weeks before selling it to us. And since the nice people buy it, there is no one to complain.
Why are all the people nice you ask? Because the children as young as Five can abuse extremely well in the area, 'Quality' is probably a word unheard of by any of the people here, they know Metro Junction as an awesome place full of good stuff and a Merc parked in that awesome mall can be broken into. This is because of the intimidating presence of the Veteran Watchmen. These nice people are divided into Four main political camps and they keep on urging you to vote to some particular civilized party. Imagine your nice neighbors asking you to vote for random people. Most of the youths have joined mainstream parties and have forgotten what 'Development' means.
Then there come the elections. New goons stand each time and they get elected too. And our nice life continues as it is with NO FRIGGING CHANGE.
All the nice people vote in my area. They say it is our duty as responsible citizens to vote. Yes dear folks, vote for goons and make India proud. Don't you see? You ACTUALLY GET TO CHOOSE from among the many goons present! :)
Useless, irresponsible citizens like me who don't vote are termed as lazy. Nice people say that we can register a Null Vote. No wait.. I'll quote- "Declare before the Officer that you ain't gonna vote!" Bwahahahaha! How is that gonna affect the system?!
But NO.. the officer is a nice guy. He will contact his superiors.. and they will maintain a count of people who registered a protest vote. This will go the much higher level. Then a committee will be formed to look into the matter. Then the next time, if a goon stands for election again, he will be barred. Wow! And the committee will find a Responsible, Nice, Educated candidate, right? Right? :)
No one will enter politics. Everyone will either cast a protest vote or cast a Responsible vote. And then go around telling people off for not voting. Politics is not for people like us. We can do MBAs and be good leaders but politics is a no-no. So what do we do? We VOTE and be a good citizen. What makes a good citizen?
What makes a good citizen? Only voting, right? It does not matter that we pay our taxes on time, we don't cheat the government by tampering with the electric meters, we always buy tickets, we save water, we save electricity, we don't encourage corruption, we don't litter, we don't keep our feet on the seats in the train.. It DOES NOT matter as long as we VOTE.
Because VOTING for a goon is much much better than being a good human. So vote for people who don't deserve to be there and be a responsible citizen. DO YOUR DUTY TO INDIA and vote. And live happily in your nice neighborhood with all the nice people. :)
