That time I Chose to be Gay

The Mad riot of colors at Surajkund Mela, 2015

Credits: Apurba

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Peace in.

A selfie sorta thing with Shivam ‘Python-pro’ sir and Akku Di. Me wearing that Printed jacket I got from SurajKund.

The Unfunny Mind



Let’s get down to the point. I was just about to start my preparations for a supposed surprise test the next day when my hands automatically went straight to the start button of my laptop following my web browser. My hands are smart. They know what they have to type in the search box. Just the letter ‘F’, followed by the enter key and I’m magically transported into the exciting and happening lives of all my 1k friends on Facebook, more than half of whom I’ve never heard of. I added them years ago when I was first introduced to Facebook and the only thing that mattered was having the maximum number of friends. And as they say, ‘Never say never!’. I never said ‘NO’ to a gazillion amount of fake and unknown profiles who wanted to be my friends. And now skimming through my friends list to un-friend the unknown ones is the last thing on my to-do list. The AIB Roast was #1 on my Trending list and the fact that I had a surprise quiz next day completely erased out of my mind. For once it struck me, it’s a 10% quiz. I must study! But then it was supposed to be a ‘surprise’ quiz. Woh surprise quiz hi kya jo surprise na kar sake? So I let go my skeptical self go back to sleep and clicked on the link that took me to a filthy land of AIB Roast. And it indeed was bloody (with a British accent, because I like it that way :P) funny.

    So there are two things I want to talk about. Firstly it was sort of the first time that Karan Johar sorta came out. I’m glad he ‘sorta’ did. I strongly believe that coming out is a personal choice and more importantly a very personal one and that no-one must ever out anyone without his/her consent. That said, I’m sure Karan Johar is an out man to his closest set of friends and I really don’t have much of an issue with him not being officially out to the public. Despite the fact that he can be a huge source of inspiration to many closeted individuals out there, I do agree that it is his call and I completely respect that. But is dropping little hints in public the only way to make that happen? I sort of was a little happy that he did come out in his not-so-esoteric way through the roast, but I’ve also come across people who doubt whether his coming out on roast was dignified enough.

    Moving on to the petition filed against AIB at the Mumbai High Court. Everybody is entitled to their own personal opinions, and I obviously respect that. But don’t we need to develop a sense of humor ourselves? Is moral policing required for things that aren’t even forced on us? Like the people at TVF said, “It’s like me going to a restaurant and asking them to ban Sea Food in the menu just because I don’t have it.” Again none of us were forced to watch it. There was a disclaimer that very clearly stated watch it only if you want to!

    The Delhi elections had been on for a while in full swing and for the first time I actually saw how politics works. “The best way to make our party look good is by bringing the rival party down”. But as they say, “You can’t fix yourself by breaking someone else!

Peace in.

That time I bought a Strawberry Cake

After Dance picture. #RepublicDay’15 #IIITDelhi
Credits: Shantanu Goel

Cake waale Bhaiya: Haanji sir, did you just log in to Zomato for a cake?

Me: Ji Bhaiya. So I need a cake for my friend’s birthday. What’s the minimum cost for a cake? (Yo! Being cheapster with swag B) )

Cake waale Bhaiya: So the cheapest one’s for 350 rupees. What flavor do you want sir?

Me: I want a strawberry flavored one. You have that right?

Cake waale Bhaiya (okay it’s getting too long now, let’s just make it CWB): Yes sir, we do have strawberry. So what do you want me to write on it?

Me: Yeah! So the text has to be, “Have a gay..”.

CWB: Haanji?

Me: Yeah I said, “Have a G-A-Y”, yeah you heard me, it’s gay! I’ll start over. I want the text to be “Have a gay birthday Bestie“. Could you please read it again for me?
 CWB: “Have a G-A-Y birthday bestie“.

Me: (Giggling) Haan haan Bhaiya! G-A-Y. #AwkwardConversationsCanBeFun

Hai eeshwar! Kab aayega woh din jab hum sab bina kisi guilt ke, saaf saaf shabdon mein “Gay” shabd ka prayog kar paayenge?
 (For all those who don’t understand Hindi. It’s okay. What I just said, anyways sounds better in Hindi. 😛 #PunIntended #ILoveEverythingEnglish #IncludingOneDirection )

Moving on. I remember this very interesting story about a kid being obsessed with jaggery (gud). His mother was extremely upset with him having jaggery all the time since he had started having teeth related issues. She would hide it away from him, but he wouldn’t stop. He’d find some or the other way of eating jaggery. His mum came across this Guru ji who everybody in the village said had the solution to every problem. His mother decided to take him to guru ji. They took a bullock cart, crossed the river on a pretty yellow boat, took a blue colored bus and finally after 7 hours of an exhausting journey, reached this beautiful little hill with a pretty little hut on the top. On reaching the hill top they found an old man in saffron colored Dhoti and a shawl wrapped around his torso. “Namaste Guru Ji!”, said the mother. “I’ve come to you with my son. He wouldn’t stop eating jaggery. I’ve tried almost every possible trick to stop him from having it. I’ve beaten him many a times. But he just wouldn’t listen.”

“Let me speak to your son.” Said the old monk and took him to his hut. They had a long conversation and then he asked the mother to take her son back home. He asked them to come and meet him every week and assured that everything would be fine.

Week after week passed by but nothing happened. There was absolutely no improvement in him. The mother became anxious every time they left guru ji’s hut. She’d ask her son every time about the conversation and he’d end up answering,”We spoke about food and flowers, funny games and his magic tricks  and a little secret I wouldn’t tell you about.” This would make the mother all the more anxious. But she kept her faith on the monk clad in saffron and would take her son every week for their little session. But then one fine week, things got all sorted. Her son came back from his session and he was all transformed. There was a sense of understanding within him. So the mother went back and asked the monk about it.

“What was it that made him so different all of a sudden? Was it that secret?” asked the mother.

“Thank God he kept my promise. You’ve got an amazing son. Firstly the only way you can make a child learn is through examples. Not by beating him up. He’ll end up being a rebel. When I was a kid I remember following the people I looked up to or loved. I did the same with your son. I became his trust-worthy friend. I told him how even I had an addiction to jaggery. He promised me that he’d stop once I stop. I stopped and he followed suit.”

This kind of has become one of the most impressionable stories I’ve ever come across. The real achievement lies in learning to follow your advice yourself rather than preaching it all around but never paying real heed to the same advice in your own way. So basically I don’t get to ask you to stop eating my ice-cream when I gallop more than half of it when you offer it to me for tasting.

Too much philosophy! So I had the honor of organizing “Reverbe: the fashion parade” for IIIT Delhi’s annual cult fest Odyssey this year. We have a little Foosball table in our common room. So one of the models walked in and with his “hipster like attitude” said to me, “Where are the balls?”

And I be like, “You’ve got them right?” 😛 #BeingSwagger B)

Peace in.