My stories of bullying are different than others you may have heard.
I still remember being nonplussed by their simple and eloquent response. “But we are happy.”
I keep on saying this and I'll say it again, I wasn't like other boys in my family.
I was a boy soprano in the church choir and a bit on the plumper side of life and had a shrill voice.
It started with mocking and making fun of and in no time people started getting physical.
Suddenly my pant was down and my tiny hands trying to pull off the hand that had almost stuffed my mouth.
An exploration, promulgation and an expression of the artist’s thoughts and subsequent actions through a period of time
Based on a true story
My first exposure to the word “gay” was through the movie Dostana.
The novelty of picking on someone doesn’t wear off as soon as you’d expect.
Good, bad or grey, it seems to have struck a chord with viewers globally.
With me, he liked to have conversations in the morning over coffee.
For me, Delhi meant boys. It’s not about domestic exclusivity, the drawing of boundaries- it’s a love that is found in the streets, in dark corners late at night.
I was forcing myself to write something profound on turning 28.
I like the idea that the film is not positioned as a "gay" film. Clever move, I say!
“God made all men equal”. This is what we have been told by our ‘wise’ elders since childhood. Even the holy scriptures belonging to various religions teach the same.
Peeking out of a window, as the snow slowly melts after a dreary blizzard, it’s hard not to be hopeful – optimistic, even.
So I asked the only person I trusted - Google. After some hours of investigation, I now knew that it's not a "disease" as some people believed it to be.
hm..so what exactly happens when a erm..reeally-late-bloomer tries to make up for the lost time..
I am writing this to share a poem she wrote to me once, when we were together madly in love, for beautiful 4 years before she left me for a man.