Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The Winner Takes It All… The loser’s standing small

I don’t wanna talk
About the things we’ve gone through
Though it’s hurting me
Now it’s history
I’ve played all my cards
And that’s what you’ve done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That’s his destiny

I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I’d be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It’s simple and it’s plain
Why should I complain.

But tell me does he kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When he calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed

The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all

I don’t wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You’ve come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all…

-ABBA

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Sunday, June 28, 2009

A simple gay life! Is that possible? (A case against Article 377 of Indian Penal Code)

At last evening’s (Basic India) Saturday Meditation Session, Uma played a narrative by Osho, about what he perceived as lying underneath all the destruction and war in the world today!

 

And he blamed it all on our incapacity to deal with our own sexuality.

 

We agreed that the life-force energy, the energy we find around in nature, in the seedling, the plants, in animals – is essentially sexual. And everything in nature, except man, is able to express his sexuality easily. Doesn’t mean that one goes around having sex with everyone, but the moment we even come face to face with sexuality in human relationships, we shy away from it. We repress it until it digresses into some “Perversion”, according to Osho, – like anger, aggression, even murder.

 

In all this, I who was the only gay present in the session, asked myself – how much gay people like me in India, even in a metropolis like Mumbai, get to express our sexuality, leave alone explore it.

The denial of that expression alone, the repression, the judgements and the convention of denial and prejudice against being gay in Society, even in a circle of “friends” or “colleagues” – makes our Existence itself a big Oppression, a burden to be borne… when our very basic primal urge needs to be covered with lies such as “I am not married yet because I had a break-up with some girl”, I don’t have “girl-friends” because… And not to mention the sneaking glance at a passing good-looking guy when straight-men and women get to cruise away to glory.
 

In a City where everyone is so busy with their own problems, and bigger survival issues like No Water Supply, No Electricity, No Rains, Religious riots, Human rights violation in the name of Ignorance and Power, where does a gay start to express his own rights/ the right to live “as he is” without having to depend on double-identity or lies?

 

Even in the age of Internet, we find it difficult to find and explore people who are similar in urges like us, other gays! Most of us are paranoid with fear about their old-age in the absence of Government Social-Security Pension schemes like in the UK, Indian gays get married to have a child: a support in India/ a security for old age.

 

I, for one, am tired looking out for my angel… Gay matrimonial, parties, hang-outs! Why is so difficult for somebody to find somebody to share his primal urge with, to live out life with, to care for and be cared for, to live like a couple? How can I, when there is  Victorian law in the Indian Constitution Penal Code 377 which brands a gay as criminal in the eyes of law, making us easy targets for a corrupt Police Force?! (Do something about it Mr.Chidambaram!)

 

The thin line between hope and disappointment blurs everyday, and each night a new one is drawn… as I sing a lullaby to my own heart….

 

“Somewhere someone is made for me, is waiting for me, will meet me soon!” I coo to myself.

 

That will be the day! That will be the Day!

What are we each looking for?

A stranger with potential,

A one-night stand,

Or just a dance

Together

At some loud Party…

 

A funny chat over coffee

A movie, a play

Or a rain-dance

Getting wet in the rain

Hand in hand

At Nariman Point…?

 

What are you looking for?

What am I looking for?

Beyond these!

Seemingly meaningless rituals

Is there a future?

Two walking sticks together…?

 

 

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Friday, June 26, 2009

Pain of Life

woh zeest zeest hai mar mar kai jo guzartii ho وه زیست زیست ہے مر مر کے جو گزرتی ہو

woh dard dard hai jis par koii dawaa na chaley وه درد درد ہے جس پر کوئي دوا نہ چلے

agar hai manzil-e-maqsad kii justajuu bekhud اگر ہے منزل مقصد کی جستجو بےخود

woh chaal chal ke terey saath zamaana chaley وه چال چل کہ ترے ساته زمانہ چلے

- Bekhud Badayuni from dard-e-dil mein kamii na ho jaaye (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bekhud_Badayuni)

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Post-(yet another) Job !


Lost another Job!
 
And I feel relieved somehow. The monsoon reminds me to take care of my health! The little Gaia in me wants to extend my handkerchief to dry the hair of this cybercafe owner who arrived all drenched this morning in the early showers!
 
I love the walk to the market, even as I feel not too comfortable in my 3/4ths which i wear to protect against my clothes carrying home the dirt from the streets.
 
I purchase the green vegetable- Lauki. Carrying it home, in awe of how thousands of generations before me must have carried it home the same way perhaps, drenched in rain!
 
I look at the choice of plastic cup and bucket, which my mom has bought, as I take my bath, purple and green- colours borrowed in her imagination from the nature in Kerala.
 
And even as my wallet weighs less, I can feel the ease in the stretch of my skin which holds my body together like some alive and breathing sheath.
 
I wish to go into some Rehab for a few days! Don’t they have such Cuckoo-nests in India?
 
Need a break from Life!
 
I wonder, what is your opinion?
 
Love
 
An Observation about the Corporate Culture in India
Even though it was an NGO, at the face of it… “the Corporate culture” has consumed all sectors of the market- even the Social Services! I don’t know if it is for better or worse, but treating people like mere statistics is one salient feature which the Indian Corporate is still haunted by… I have been told it is different in Australia and Britain. People there are amazed when they hear of an Indian toiling in his office till late hours! But I wonder if working culture is any better there!

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Thursday, June 25, 2009

In Healing…!


In this Organism whole:

Gaia, she is called,

I look at myself

A tiny part of Her’s, own,

I look at the blood

The wounds, the scars

The injuries of my mind

And spirit

The splotch of blood that my heart

Has now become

 

And I look back to Gaia…

The Goddess Earth…

“I am one of you…

Heal me,

As you heal

A traumatized deer

Who has just escaped

A hunter”

 

I lie still… Feeling her moist

Under my feet

I breathe in her breath

Feel her tenderness

Take over me

I am now in Healing

In the hands of Gaia herself

(The Gaia Hypothesis proposes that our planet functions as a single organism that maintains conditions necessary for its survival. The truly startling component of the Gaia hypothesis is the idea that the Earth is a single living entity with the capacity of self regulation- http://www.experiencefestival.com/gaia_hypothesis )

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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Once…

Part of me
Has Died
And won’t return
And part of me
Wants to hide
The part that’s burned

Once, once
Knew how to talk to you
Once, once
But not anymore

Hear the sirens call me home
Hear the sirens call me home
Hear the sirens call me home
Hear the sirens call me home

Part of me
Has vied
To watch it burn
And the heart of me
Has tried
But look what it’s become

Once, once
I knew how to look for you
Once, once
But that was before
Once, once
I would have laid down and died for you
Once, once
But not anymore.

Hear the sirens call me home
Hear the sirens call me home
Hear the sirens call me home
Hear the sirens call me home

(The Song Once features in a movie by similar name. Used above is an altered painting of william_adolphe_bouguereau)

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Uma speaks on her idea of Community- Basic India in reply to my previous article.

“I love Abba!

Thanks for your email. Change is a long process. People who get disillusioned quickly and permanently  - be it in a few months or few years, can never hope to see real transformation take place. Because they are still having to deal with their own expectations. They are not really working towards their inner vision. Finally, one’s intention has to be unwavering. And it is only when you are constantly in touch with that inner vision of community that you can hope for something good to happen. People everywhere are burdened with their conditioning and fears and it takes a while to resolve all that.  And even then, you feel it may not happen in your lifetime but someone who comes after you will enjoy the fruits.

All the best”

Check out her Basic India blog
http://basicindia.net

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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The End of a Hippie Dream !

When I heard of the community, which BasicIndia dreamt of making, I was in awe! In my profile at a gay-meet-up website, I had written the following describing myself and quoted John Lennon’s Song “Imagine”:

Spiritual though not very religious.

Patriot though not a Nationalist.

Liberal, Vegetarian, though not a Hardliner.

Sensitive yet strong.

Adventurous about life.

Strongly advocates Liberty (no matter what), Human Rights, Gay Rights and Freedom.

Believes in an alternate lifestyle, though not some communist ideological village (power corrupts, I believe), neither do I believe in “greedy consumerism”, somewhere in between.

Yet today as i went over at Uma’s for a one-to-one chat, i was astonished how she had still not given up on me and her dream of an alternative community!

I, for one, am frankly tired of the psedo-community that Basic India has become. I even recently advised her to change the name of her group from ‘Basic India Community’ to ‘Basic India Club’.

I have now given up on the group, long after they kicked me out of their Friday sessions and now even censored me at their GoogleGroup! A simple gaylove message was censored. This, in my opinion, is the inevitable beginning of Bureaucracy in BasicIndia, due to the fundamental loss of focus which has now led it to become more of a “lollipop-club”. The censorship in Basic India signals the creeping in of fear, on grounds of “protecting new-comers” and “reputation”. That is how the decay sets in, in all society everywhere, the very society that ironically BasicIndia criticizes.

On a more personal note, giving up on Basic India is for this loner, a lesson in my own inevitable fate of being alone forever, perhaps for what I believe in, for the values I cherish, and the ideals I cannot compromise with in my own dream of a Human-Utopia 

Giving up on Basic India is personally as though i have already given up on the world, and myself! Not because I couldn’t change BasicIndia, but because perhaps I couldn’t change myself according to the vision of a guru who had in the first place given me the idea of an alternate society.

Yet, for Uma, who showed me the possible horizon of such a community, and who is sill optimistic and “will remain Optimistic forever no matter what” (her own words):

I dedicate this song to both of us, She who still cherishes the dream, and I who have lost hope:

Can you hear the drums Fernando?
I remember long ago another starry night like this
In the firelight Fernando
You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar

They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally
I was so afraid Fernando
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
And I’m not ashamed to say
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though we never thought that we could lose
There’s no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando

(Abba-Fernando lyrics)
—-

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Saturday, June 20, 2009

To K, with Love: Who will perhaps never love me!


English Translation Follows.
 The original version of the song “ziggy” by Celine Dion in french.

(Dedicated to the boy I fell in love with in the cyber cafe, but who as he said “i have someone in my life already…but thanks 4 making me feel special…… …..i would b really honoured to be ur frnd,n trust me,if i didnt had steve in my life,i would have been wid u”.)

Ziggy, il s’appelle Ziggy
Je suis folle de lui
C’est un garcon pas comme les autres
Mais moi je l’aime, c’est pas d’ma faute
Meme si je sais
Qu’il ne m’aimera jamais

Ziggy, il s’appelle Ziggy
Je suis folle de lui
La premiere fois que je l’ai vu
Je m’suis jetee sur lui dans la rue
J’lui ai seulement dit
Que j’avais envie de lui

Il etait quatre heures du matin
J’etais seule et j’avais besoin
De parler a quelqu’un
Il m’a dit: viens prendre un cafe
Et on s’est raconte nos vies
On a ri, on a pleure

Ziggy, il s’appelle Ziggy
C’est mon seul ami
Dans sa tete y’a que d’la musique
Il vend des disques dans une boutique
On dirait qu’il vit dans une autre galaxie

Tous les soirs, il m’emmene danser
Dans des endroits tres tres gais
Ou il a des tas d’amis
Oui, je sais, il aime les garcons
Je devrais me faire une raison
Essayer de l’oublier, , , mais

Ziggy, il s’appelle Ziggy
Je suis folle de lui
C’est un garcon pas comme les autres
Et moi je l’aime, c’est pas d’ma faute
Meme si je sais
Qu’il ne m’aimera jamais.

Translation in English

Ziggy, his name is Ziggy
I’m crazy about him
He’s a boy like no others
But I love him, it’s not my fault
Even if I know
That he will never love me

Ziggy, his name is Ziggy
I’m crazy about him
The first time I saw him
I jumped on him on the street
I simply told him
That I wanted him

It was four o’clock in the morning
I was alone and I needed
To talk to someone
He told me: come take a coffee
And we told each other lives
We laughed, and we cried

Ziggy, his name is Ziggy
He’s my only friend
In his head there’s only music
He sells discs in a boutique
We could say he’s living in another galaxy

Every night, he take me dancing
In very very cheerful places
Where he has lots of friends
Yes, I know, he likes boys
I should reason myself
Trying to forget him, , , but

Ziggy, his name is Ziggy
I’m crazy about him
He’s a boy like no others
But I love him, it’s not my fault
Even if I know
That he will never love me

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Friday, June 19, 2009

A song of love and pain…..

Zindagi Mein Koi Kabhi Aaye Na Rabba…
Aaye Jo Koi To Phir Jaaye Na Rabba…
Dene Ho-Aagar Mujhe Baad Mein Aanso…
To Pehle Koi Hasaye Na Rabba…

Dil Ke Jo Yeh Dil Mange Dil Mein Hi Reh Gaaye…
AshiQue Jo Ki To Hum AashQo Mein Beh Gaaye…
Gum Ka Fasana Hain…
Dard Yeh Purana Hain…
Itna Bhi Koi Yaad Aaye Na Rabba…

Zindagi Mein Koi Kabhi Aaye Na Rabba…
Aaye Jo Koi To Phir Jaaye Na Rabba…
Dene Ho-Aagar Mujhe Baad Mein Aanso…
To Pehle Koi Hasaye Na Rabba…

Yehi Sochta Hu Keise Usko Bhulaunga…
Na Woh Kabhi Aayegi Na Usse Bhul Payunga…
Jine Ka Thikana Hain Na…
Marneka Bahana Hain…
Itna Bhi Koi Sataye Na Rabba…

Let no-one enter life O Lord
And if he steps in, let him not leave O Lord
If he has to leave me in tears later
Let not anyone make me laugh, in the first place

My desire for love has languished in my heart
When I gave away my heart , I got so carried away
This is a tale of Sorrow
This Pain has been with me for long now
Let nobody be remembered so much O Lord

I keep thinking how I shall call him to me
He won’t come, and I won’t be able to forget him
There is no way I can live now
All that I have is an excuse to die
Let no one be tortured so, O Lord

(A Hindi Movie Song)

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