Yasmin sat staring at the wall while she absent-mindedly fiddled with the Rubik’s cube. She kept staring at the cube until the colors became a haze. And quite abruptly she …
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No Woman No Cry
A few weeks ago, while The Girl was away on yet another business trip, I was watching some mindless TV & I suddenly felt myself get really sad. It was a weird feeling, because I wasn’t really sad & it felt like I was watching my mind being taken over (fans of Harry Potter might say there were Dementors in the room) by some unstoppable force.
The Gay Must Pay
Cheery start, ain’t it? A very Happy New Year to y’all too. And while we are on the topic of cheer – I write this staring out of my window …
The Cat Is Out of the Bag
I love squash. In the winter, it’s pretty much all I eat. It’s such an easy food too! Just cut it open, scoop out the seeds and bake it – automatic deliciousness. However, one squash can be a lot for a person to finish as I’ve discovered, living on my own. So last night, my former roommates and I had a mini squash party and what started out as an informal get-together morphed into visiting happy hour at a local restaurant. As the night wore on, my former desi roommate blurts out, “Oh, I have something to tell you!”, but refused to say it in front of the group.
It Gets Better: From a Gay Pakistani Muslim
I have tried to come up with a hearty “happy new year” post for many days now. But suffering from a debilitating affliction which strikes the best of us – Writer’s Block – I was unable to write one sufficiently creative or celebratory. But this video has shaken me out of my stupor.
Chat With Chitra Palekar
Chat with Chitra Palekar: Thursday, Jan 5th – 7pm till 9pm at Riviera Apt, 15th Road, Santa Cruz (W), Mumbai.
Chitra has co-signed the the petition in the Supreme Court …
I Gave My Word…
…to love…not just always, but worse, all ways!
Now I find, what I thought was just mind and body
Is a love that ideally, should be of the soul and …
The Usual Suspects
Bangalore, the beginning of winter. The days are shorter, the monsoon leaves its last spells of wet love on every roof, tree and head covered with dense hair. A chilly …
Delirious Collision
Her soft pink fingers rose
Toward my lipstick hued
Fast approaching breathless
Partially open mouth!
We stood still… the only movement now
Paused, staring into each other
With scorching orbs,…
Why This Kolaveri? : Part 4 [Finale]
Dhanush couldn’t forgive himself for the destruction he had brought up on Sruthi. What if I hadn’t talked to her on the flight that day? What if I hadn’t given her my email address? The guilt was a constant companion and it consumed him.
Why This Kolaveri? : Part 3
Fear froze Sruthi’s brain. Her body started shaking, visibly.”Don’t react. Stay calm. They are coming towards us, we can’t run. It will be obvious” said Dhanush.
The Object of My Affections
I had set my eyes on his graying hair, met his wandering eyes, been the recipient of his smile a long time back. Little did I know that I would …
Poll: What is This Kolaveri?
Dhanush, Sruthi, Aishwarya – What do you think about these characters in new Gaysi story : Why This Kolaveri? Where is the Queer angle or is there even one?
Why This Kolaveri? : Part 2
Blue shirt slowly started drumming his fingers on the chair. He was signaling Sruthi, obviously. Sruthi wondered if it would be a good idea to take her hand to the back of the chairs. The very thought gave her goosebumps. But, what if someone sees them from behind?
Banished From India: A Two-Part Story with Audience Participation
As a child, I traveled to India every four years with my family to see relatives. I hated it because I got deathly sick from dysentery, because my parents tried to dress me up in girly clothes, because relatives pinched my cheeks too hard. I would now say I had the luxury to hate it.
Bangalore Pride Week 2011
The Bangalore Pride week was kickstarted on the 19th of November with a Cricket match at Hombegowda Grounds. It wasn’t advertised as much as the other events, hence the turn out wasn’t great. One of the organizers got on the mic and announced “We are gays, lesbians, hijras, kothis, transgenders… we are having a friendly cricket match today as part of pride, will you celebrate with us and play our game?” A bunch of guys who were hanging around on the grounds stayed to play.
Hello – Goodbye!
Three little words
“Time and space”
Justify immediate exits
With a touch of grace
“It’s about me…not you”
Another favourite – so true
To soften the blow
‘Cause they …
Why This Kolaveri? : Part 1
Charming face. Sharp nose. Attractive eyes. Bushy eyebrows. His mustache was dense too. At the bottom of the mustache, were those slightly wet, beautiful lips. The blue shirt he was wearing suited his dark complexion. She could see his chest hair, peeping above his shirt.
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