We can always sit back and pass judgement on how it should have been organised or could have been organised and what was wrong with it and how other places do it better. Or – we could make ourselves useful and actually contribute towards making this a successful and happy march.
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Isn’t time that we meet Mrs. & Mrs. Smita? Isn’t time
that we listen to the romantic story “When Hari met Sreeni”? Don’t
you want to know how our Dilwala, Dulha le gaya? Don’t you want to
hear Sanjana’s story “Mein Preeti ki Diwaani hoon”?
I have suffered all my life, staying in the closet, hiding who I am. I cant do that anymore, so I said no to the policy. As of today, I don’t have a relationship with my family. I still hope my folks will come around or at least meet me in the middle someday.
It appeared perfectly straightforward. I thought “Heck, I read every single thing on Gaysi , I am just going to pick all my posts as the best.” Apparently, my co-author on this piece [In heart & spirit only, I assure you] Rashmi, had the same ‘diabolical idea’. Her exact words were “I am sure you will do a great job!
Nervously, I rubbed the baking soda and water mixture into my scalp and rinsed it out with diluted lemon juice. I was surprised that the kitchen supplies actually cleaned my hair. After getting dressed I rinsed my face with the rose and honey face wash I had made the night before. I was so proud of myself, but very amused by the whole routine.
It’s been about six months since I have known Kreacher and for most part I have been chasing Kreacher for what seems like eternity now (in reality, about three months). But my attempts at trying to snog Kreacher have been disastrous so far. This post therefore is my attempt at chronicling Love (not in the time of Cholera) but in the times of the Twenty Ten.
For those of you who have been reading the trials and tribulations of Razorsharp Rolzie during the past two weeks, today’s post is a sharp departure from the usual light banter about the Pandus in my life and my eternal pursuit for the elusive Mr. Right. This post is about acceptance, coming out and the whirlwind of emotions that in encompasses.
… when the conversation goes past the usual “Hi, Bye and what did you cook?”, I know this is a coming out process starting all over again.
You know the clock doesn’t tell you the year but you feel relieved with the fact that there a few hours less to go than when you turn 18, even though its months away. You think your life will change. You’ll be in college, and you’ll have really nice friends and you’ll have the perfect boyfriend and your life will change. You can start fresh.
New York to Bombay – a million miles away
You ridicule my visit to the temple to pray
We stage a mock debate- pretending to argue and fight
After all, …
An anonymous person messaged all my batch mates in college that I was lesbian. This was then forwarded to everyone I knew as part of a news flash message campaign by my batch mates. A poll along with my photograph was also put up on the orkut page of my college to vote if I was lesbian or not.
Follow the adventures of first time author, Vrushali Telang as she navigates a perilous journey through a world where any pitfall in love, career, marriage or self-esteem boils down to one problem… It is the grandeur that is you.
On dreary winter nights, movies billed as ‘psychological thrillers’ are probably not the cheery fare I am looking for but having heard rave reviews about Black Swan, a few nights ago my sister and I ambled along into the theatre that was packed with people. I assure you – a packed theatre is a considerably rare occurrence out here. So after squeezing into 2 seats together padded by our parka jackets, we settled in for the ride. And my! What a ride it was!
It was a jubilant warm November afternoon. More than 3000 colorful people, irrespective of their gender identity, participated in the march, and danced like crazy to the beats of ‘dhol’. Last year, I felt alienated amongst them but this time I felt like I belonged there. It felt right. Though I wonder if there is really a change in the perception. There were not many people wearing masks or veils. Many were open with big smiles to the shutter of the thousand cameras.
I can’t say for sure whether the person I decide to spend the rest of my life will be male or female. And I don’t think it really matters. Ultimately, I want someone who I adore to cherish me. And either a male or a female can be capable of that. But here’s the other caveat. Let’s just say, for hypotheses sake, that I end up with a male. I’ll get to enjoy the privileges that come with being in a heterosexual relationship, but that will not make me a heterosexual person. Not one bit. I will still be a queer lady, in a queer relationship with a man. And that man, by necessity, will have to not only accept, but embrace the fact that I am not straight.
Dr.Dilbag’s clinic has a team of “qualified” and “professional” Ayurvedic and Homeopathic doctors, who can cure homosexuality and other sexual problems. They have branches in Delhi and Amritsar (Gaysis from Delhi, please see what these guys are upto).
Unfortunately doctors like Dilbag are not a rarity. Unethical medical practices, including conversion therapies, are prescribed and administered by several qualified doctors across India. These doctors let their personal belief systems and judgments get in their way of offering proper medical advice, and claim a person’s sexual orientation can be changed.