A Hundred Thousand

[Editor’s Note : When we called for submissions for the third edition of Gaysi Zine we received a lot of short stories from writers all over the world – unfortunately, far more than we are able to feature in the zine. Therefore, we are delighted to be able to publish the best of those stories here on the blog.]

Thousand AKSHAYs just cut their wrists
Fearing what their parents would say,
A hundred JAIs inhaled gas from a burning stove
Humiliated by those ‘Oh-So-Dear’ relatives,
But, don’t you worry!
They were just a part of that “miniscule minority”.

Look! Shruti has already walked a mile in the ocean,
Pooja has decided to stop midway while crossing a road,
And Sarah finally decided to knot that plastic bag on her face,
Ah Well! Who Cares! Because apparently
They were a mere part of that “miniscule minority”.

Thousand JEREMYs breathed their last
They had just ‘Come Out’ of the wooden box,
who knew the wood was so strong
that it could suck them back inside
and suffocate them within its walls.
Are you starting to feel bad?
Oh! Don’t bother honey,
Didn’t I tell you, they were a part of that “miniscule minority?”

Hundred NEHAs locked themselves inside a room,
going over their childhood science lessons
they burnt charcoal and waited.
They waited for the Carbon Monoxide to take over
and engulf the disgrace they faced from people
when they were termed so merrily,
a part of that “miniscule minority.”

Thousand RAHULs have resigned to fate
their voices, muffled and suppressed.
And now their wives cry themselves to sleep,
their existence, cussed and cursed.
Hundred MANPREETs are trying to overcome the trauma
bestowed mercilessly upon them by that workplace bully,
Yes! You are right,
It was their folly
Why did they choose to be a part of that “miniscule minority”?

Thousand SAHIBAs have resorted to the internet
to find the best way to bid farewell.
Hundred ADITYAs hung themselves
asphyxiation, they believed would be of great help.
Thousand ANUs jumped down ten stories – too high
Hundreds of them are now answering queries – too hard to deny.
They were dying anyway,
Hospitals were a far cry.
They say, that is the price you pay
for being proud and gay.

For every hundred SURAJs you kill,
Thousand RAJs will take birth.
For every hundred NIKITAs you suffocate,
Thousand PRIYAs will breathe life.
For every hundred BENNYs you drown,
Thousand JERRYs will rise.
Sit back and fasten your seat belts
For, you are about to witness
The power of this MINISCULE MINORITY, as it shines.

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