Thoughts: Jhalak Dikhla Jaa S7, GPN-2

Okay, so I’ll start with what I missed in the yesterday’s post. The hosts of the show, Ranveer Shorey and Drashti Dhami. Okay, Drashti is like cute and all, although she cheeses me off with her for bahu act, but otherwise she is quite pleasant to look at, or whatever. But Ranveer, you are a disappointment bro. I mean, script ratt kar aaya hai kya? Just ekdum pheeka pheeka directly straight-away bol deta hai. Apni bezzti mat kar bhai, yaa toh host karna seekh le, ya fir ja, literally, I can’t believe I am saying it, but seriously, tujhse acha toh Manish Paul hi tha. Buck up dude, Konkana kya sochegi?

Moving on, the day started with the so called, much awaited performance of Madhuri Dixit Nene. Now, should I even state the obvious? MD, you and I, we need to talk. Babe, once upon a time you were hot and all that, but that’s in the past now. Look, it breaks my heart each time when I see your disappointingly performances. Because what I expect from you is that wow factor. Which was there till Devdas, and after that there was just a series of disappointments and heart failure. It’s good you attempted Paso-doble or whatever the thing is called; so you are trying to reinvent yourself, which is sweet and all that, but can you please just try a bit harder. And what’s with trying to look all that sexy and hot? You look fat, okay? And these clothes that you wear, they are just not meant for you. I love you, and that is why I want you to try harder for me. I know the MD I fell in love with is still there somewhere. Stop being what the industry might be forcing you to be and express yourself fearlessly and unabashedly. All this looks just so fake and plastic dude. Please, if you are reading it, or any of your PR agent is, then please, take it is a cue to stop doing what you are doing, introspect, and then reinvent yourself.

Anyway, never mind, because the performance that followed totally made up for all the heartache of MD’s dance. Shakti Mohan, my darling cutiepie sweetheart, you are and apple of my eye! I have been dying to watch your performance and those 5 minutes totally made up for everything. God! You give me hope, dear one. You inspire me to get up and dance. I love you for being you. Keep dancing love, I need to watch you dance ever so often. Regards, Teri Deewani. <3

Shakti Mohan in Jhalak Dikhla Jaa

Okay, further on, I am really curious to know what Sonakshi was thinking when she chose to wear whatever she wore. And Akshay literally ab budha lagne lag gaya hai, especially when he was flirting with beautiful Puja. I mean, it’s cute. Can we have these actors playing some might roles of their own age? Anyway, that’s really none of my interest. These celebrities were boring (for me), so let’s proceed.

Akshat and Vaishnavi, two of chotu packs – okay, MD has used that phrase so much that it’s almost a cliché now,  but guys, everyone, you have got to watch Akshat and Vaishnavi perform man! And to Akshay dancing with Akshat, I have got only one thing to say – Akshay, rehne do  tumse nahi hoga! Rehne do. Akshat khaa gaya tumko, bina dakaar maare. Aap chalo aago badho. Namaste.

And then, quite abruptly, the show thought of treating us with some sad story, soapy monologue and dirty visuals of some Indian ocean or sea, with Sreesanth going on about his life. Bdw, Sreesanth, sweeto, good ya. Nice performance. I hope some people do vote for the poor chap. Mera toh Purab, Ashish, aur Shakti ke baad toh balance bilkul nahi bachega. Okay but wait a second!

KJo, kuttiya that you are again, aankhien kese khul gayi na tumhari jab suna ki Sreesanth possessive hai. Hadd hai, mera banda khaa ke chain nahi mila tujhe? Ab Sreesanth bhi chaiye? Betha rahe, jo kaam karne aaya hai, bass wahi kar. Mere bando me doore na daal.

 

And talking about my banda, awww…Purab!!! Kya romance karta hai, dance toh kuch tha nahi, bass tum deewar se latak rahe the. It was difficult and all that, I know, next time baby, strip a little, show some of your tanned and toned body, and make me proud. Also, do more of romantic numbers baba, you look super cute and I blush each time looking at you. Good boy, keep it up. :* And guys, you have just got to see this Purab Kohli’s wild stone commercial, in order to really get this man’s intensity! Here’s a preview:

Purab Kohli in Wildstone Commercial
My Chocolate Pubuu

 

Ahem! Vote4Andy, Vote4Andy!!! Yay, here comes the elfin fairy, my seeto Andy! That car wash jig was completely hilarious, sure, but other than that, you need to buck up biatch! Show some fire in your dance, go all lesboish with your choreographer and set the stage on fire lass! I know you have got it in you. Shine now! :*

Kritika, did I just see your Va-gi-jay and your arse? Really? Okay, never mind the disturbing costumes, it was quite frankly a boring act, made good only by the visuals. Try hard next time. :)

 

Finally, the sizzling sirens came back on stage. Salman and Lauren, wow guys! I so wish I could have the body of Salman and the killer booty and dance moves of Lauren. It’s so heart-warming arousing looking at the two of you dance. Keep it up my bitches. :*

 

And so the show ended. It was pretty okay, but for Shakti’s performance, totally worth it! :D   And since I have got boring work to go to tomorrow, I’d just end the post like that. Yeah, abruptly. So good night now! And for the sake of my own existence, I’ll try churning out some meaningful (and might I say, witty as my first blog post) content again. Until then, tadas! xOxOxO!

Thoughts: Jhalak Dikhla Jaa, S7, Grand Premiere Night

Okay, so the season 7 of Jhalak just started, and obviously, I am sucker for anything dance, celebs and creativity, it’s but natural that I am going to follow the dance show. And now that I have been watching the show, why not discuss it further. And since I get the maximum traffic to my blog from America, I’d like to tell you all, my fellow Americans, that this post is going to include a lot of vernacular Hindi as well, so if you don’t understand something, than just message me. If I go on translating the stuff, the meaning would be lost in translation.

Okay, now, without much ado, let’s begin with the show.

Palak was the first contestant to come, and quite disappointingly they gave her a female choreographer. Now, we all know the anatomy of Palak, no big deals about that. But since we are referring to her as Palak (and not Tipoo) and have whole-heartily accepted her as a female, might as well deal with her the same way, no? But no, that’s like too queer for us, right? Yeah sure!

And KJo darling, since you are giving the truth treatment to everyone, especially to my Palak. Let’s face it, your “talk to my hand” was queerer than some of the most queer guys that I have been with. Come out already darling, you’d only do yourself a favor. For the rest of us, it’s no surprise.

And while KJo was irritating me, entered my new lover-boy who I am doing to pamper and puppy-fight and cuddle in with. Varun, baby, ass toh dikhao na. Ese thodi na itne saare kapde daal kea a jaate hain. Gandi baat. Next time, sahi se, okay? Like this:

Varun Dhawan Showing Off his Buttcrack in Student of the Year
Varun Assilicious Dhawan

 

And Alia…aww you cutie, I love you. :*

Fine fine, settle down now. Major Saab aa rahe hain.

Ashish Sharma in Jhalak Dikhlaja
Ashish “Rudra” Sharma

Ashish, oh my beautiful gorgeous light-brown-eyed man, please be my hackneyed patriarchal protector boyfriend. He is just so cute and humble and sweet, and I have to control my urge to go lick the TV Screen each time he’s there. Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll be voting for you. Agar Purab ko vote karne ke baad balance bacha toh, varna online jaa ke kar dunga… :)

And KJo, kuttiya, mere Ashish ki body mat dekh…body badi ease se dance karti hai…shut up…ganda… Huhh

 

And dosto, kya hum kabhi hetero-normative duniya se baahar niklenge? So Sophie is just for “men and men and boys and boys”? Okay, quite frankly, I don’t want to be put in either extremes of male-female axis and secondly, there are a lot of females who must be lusting over Sophie, especially after that rocking performance of hers. Sophie dear, you cute little sexy hot bombshell tease, you don’t need a little black dress to look hot…you makes any dress look hot!!! And God! How can I tell you how thrilled I am to watch your performances? Stay, okay?! And rock the show!  I see you as one of the finalists. :*

 

Sukhwinder ji, yeah, you are cute and all, but did someone slip the information to you that you have got to dance on the stage and not sing this time? No? Aw! Nevermind, do it the other time, if you get to stay that is.  Acha, no, not making you cry here. Keep smiling sweetheart. And do the best you can. Good luck. :)

And what? That Anandi ka pati made a special appearance on the show? Matlab KJo, kuch bhi haan? Film ka promotion zoro-shoro se? Chalo koi na, when you serve the sexy gorgeous males draped in skimpy short clothes, I don’t really mind.

 

Before I proceed, wait, let me get some wet tissues here. No, the mercury isn’t rising….not any further at least, but Mouni is here, and the dozens of powder and white paint that she put on her face, is gonna need some wet-tissue-treatment. Face esa lagta hai, jese cut paste kara ho kisi dusky lass ki body pe. And Punit, cutie, seriously? Jahaan aap ho wahaan jeet hai? The last time I checked, you lost, and a season previous to that, and also in the one previous to that, and so on and so forth, right? Kam bola karo na… By the way, the performance…nice! :) Although I am not really going to vote for you Mouni, because quite frankly, I find you irritating, but good luck. :)

P.s. We know it was your first performance, no need to state the obvious while urging for us to vote for you. Don’t think others are just as dumb.

 

Okay everyone, just shut up now, because here’s coming the man who has got Varun’s ass and naughtiness, and Sidharth’s charming face. Ladies and gentleman, please shut your eyes and let only me eye at this absa-fucking-lutely awesome candy called Karan Tacker!

Karan Tacker Dancing in Towel
Karan Tacker

Theek hai, hero ke according he dances pretty well, and baaki seekh jayega baby. He should just appears and speedos sometime soon and that’s it. All the voting will be taken care of.

Puja and Rajat, welcome to Jhalak. Puja, you are beautiful, but I don’t know what you do. Some website says you worked with Govinda and was like, Parvati or something? Okay, good for you girl. But, you guys did gross injustice to my favorite song, Zehnaseeb. Puja, it was a disappointing act, and you can’t cut it alone based on your looks. Also. Rajat, nice body dude. Keep showing…err…rocking I mean!

And… Varun… sandals churaaye Alia ke? Kabhi main bhi tumhari cha ddi chura ke bhaagoonga… :D And as far as your performance is concerned, you guys do know how to rock it. Alia got the spark man, she really does! Tu aur main, hum dono paida hi hot hue the.

Varun Alia Saturday Song
Saturday-Saturday Varun and Alia

 

And on that note, since I have got nothing better to say, I’ll just go to sleep. Oh God, itni garmi…sex karne ka bhi mann nahi kar raha hai by god! :(

P.s. waiting…rather dying to watch Shakti dance!!! Haaye!!!

Chandigarh Pride 2013 Snippet 8

The last snippet in the series of Chandigarh Pride 2013 is in succession of:

1. Foreword.

2. It Better Be Worth It.

3. Would You Take A Stranger Home? 

4. The Fleeting Glimpse of sweet sweet Pride.

5. Face, Friends and Souvenirs.

6. Someone’s Watching Over Me

7. I. Miss. Her.

8. Nothing but Bittersweet Experiences.

 

~Dear Life, Bring it On!~

 

One thing that pride did to me was that it gave me the confidence to be myself. I want to educate my mother about homosexuality. Regardless of what I decide to do with my life, I would want my family to accept and respect LGBT community – as allies, as equals.

 

Also, I am a little bit more inclined towards coming out. Perhaps already did, with walking the pride without any veils or masks. Will my mother accept me when I tell her even I am suffering from the same “disease”? Will I be able to walk out on her if she doesn’t? I have realized just how much I love her. Why do I have to make this choice? Why can’t I have both? The life that I choose to lead and the people I love. Why do they have to be mutually exclusive?

 

I have tried and failed incredulously, trying to find a family outside of where I was born. I am a strict supporter of blood relations – or so I believe these days. Friendships being an exception, I don’t really believe that any other bond exists. What my mother or brothers would do for me, no one else would…ever! But will they still be there once they know what I am, underneath my skin? Why do I have to be the one to cause them pain? Why do I have to be the one to disappoint them? Why do people get disappointed when they find out their family members aren’t straight? Is sexual orientation that much a powerful tool?

 

I don’t know what will happen in the next 3 years. All I know is amidst the chaos and conundrums revolving around the lives of bisexuals, I have had the rare moments of love, peace, and tranquility and I owe it all to the brave self of mine, who put me across Chandigarh pride. The pride of the LGBT community is bigger than me, bigger than the love, the hate, the daily quarrels. I am glad I assembled myself, remained focused and worked for something which was so much bigger than me.

 

So, a journey ends, leaving me enriched with memories, experiences, and quite a few friendships to look forward to.

 

I await another journey.

 

Dear Life, bring it on!

Signing off,

Yours,

Alive and Kicking, Anuj.

Chandigarh Pride 2013 Snippet 7

The seventh snippet will make much more sense to you, if you have followed the previous ones in the series; here is a quick look: 

1. Foreword.

2. It Better Be Worth It.

3. Would You Take A Stranger Home? 

4. The Fleeting Glimpse of sweet sweet Pride.

5. Face, Friends and Souvenirs.

6. Someone’s Watching Over Me

7. I. Miss. Her.

 

~Nothing but bittersweet experiences ~

 

I haven’t seen a woman as beautiful as her in a long long while. Her eyes tell me that she has been crying a lot. Her stance informs me she has been hurt and abandoned. I want to comfort her, perhaps give her a good bear hug, let her cry all that she wants in my embrace, but as a stranger there is only as much liberty that I can take.

 

So I sit and listen instead. It seems like she can do with a patient ear. She shares her story. I feel a jolt of hatred for the man who abused her feelings. Are you proud of yourselves, dear so called pure straight guys? How do you match an eye with yourself after hurting the sentiments of a trusting beautiful woman? She speaks about love and fidelity. She wanted her man to stand up for her, be brave for her, and protect her from the harms. Of course, he was not a man enough. She cannot figure out why he said whatever he said and yet did what he did. She speaks in immaculate English, seemingly is quite well versed…quite a smart girl, but alas! She fell in love.

 

My inner self smirks at me. In the recent past, not so much a while ago, I thought I loved someone. I thought I had a companion. I thought there was a man in the making who would stand up for me, be with me, and be my companion, my lover, my best friend. Of course, my eyes searched for him before, during and after the pride. I had to force myself to not to respond to phantom rings when I thought he perhaps would call once the pride was over. He did not.

 

Of course, my blunder, error-some dating experience is nothing compared to her sorrow of being abandoned out of the blues. Besides, I am much better at handling all this than she is at this moment; lot of experience you know! Life has time and again made me practice being deserted. I might just run a workshop on that…perhaps that would help us get good funds for Jub We Talk.

 

I tell her his guy isn’t a man enough. That he only stayed with her out of guilt and not out of love. Now that there is a little distance between the two of them, he is finally rationalizing his feelings and hence, has finally decided for him. She agrees. I want to add that he is not a bad person, just not the right one for her, but I know from her countenance that she will need a bit more time to get to this point, and hence I remain quiet.

 

As humans, we tend to get carried way. Love or the very thought of it, has the way of making us feel an exaggerated version of reality. But when the augmented sense of reality clears the way for the actual, backstabbing, cryptic and unnerving reality, it does not mean that anybody lied, or that anyone is a fake or a cheater. It just means that they are good people, who wanted to fall in love there in that moment, but later realized that they just got carried away. People change. It’s up to you whether you want to still love them or not. And a certain heart ache which a few of these people cause us… well we need that, in order to grow.

~Dear Whatever,

Thank you, for the experiences. ~

 

I have nothing against the guy I was seeing, for not turning up, for not being by my side. I know I will be good and cordial with him whenever I see him, but will I love him now? No! I know we don’t deserve to be made to feel this way at the hands of each other. He won’t be able to miss the accusing looks in my eyes, holding him guilty for deserting me, and that would just be unfair, to him. He never promised anything…he dint feel the love enough for me to actually show up, and that’s okay, really!

 

If this pride had taught me anything, its just a simple fact…this life is something bigger than just falling in love. There has to be a bigger purpose to life than that…at least to my life…I don’t know what it is, but I will know it when it will happen to me. The same way I got to know what peace and pride was in this journey of mine, I’ll discover my purpose as well.

Someday I will fall in love; someday the love would not disappoint, but until that happens, let’s achieve a dream or two, right?

 

However, it is the condition like that of this woman which worries me. 31 and deserted by the so called lover? Will I be able to take it if it happened to me? Will I be able to face myself if the guy I left my family for, would walk out on me later in life? Well…talk about insecurities and fears!!!

 

I do not have the answer to these questions, but I know I feel good when I work for a goal that’s bigger than me. And here, during the Chandigarh Pride Walk, when I caught the fleeting glimpse of pride, peace, love, joy and tranquility, I think I will get by, even if love continues to leave me cold, empty and bereft. Only if I remain brave enough to follow the voice of my heart, I will get by. There comes a point in our lives when pain or pleasures, love or hate, hurt or comforts cease to matter that much. A point when nothing matters and all these experiences remain exactly that – experiences! Bittersweet, nostalgic, enriching and expanding experiences.

 

I feel a change in my perspective. I understand at a deeper level the reason behind my be-ing, my existence. I feel a sense of self confidence, self love and honor, and yes, life is beautiful!

Chandigarh Pride 2013 Snippet 6

Please ensure you have read these before proceeding with the 6th Snippet: 

1. Foreword.

2. It Better Be Worth It.

3. Would You Take A Stranger Home? 

4. The Fleeting Glimpse of sweet sweet Pride.

5. Face, Friends and Souvenirs.

6. Someone’s Watching Over Me

 

~ I. Miss. Her ~

Staring Across Horizon Missing Her
I Miss Her

 

The early morning chills woke me up. The clock is still beeping at 6:18 am, but it feels like I have slept for an eternity. My bladder is about to burst, it is causing acute pain in and below my abdomen. I have to pee. I rise up to see the chap who let me crash in his place, is lying by my side in a rather awkward position, and the blanket is trapped underneath his other leg. No wonder I was shivering, but he is fast asleep. Thank goodness he is not snoring anymore! :p

 

My pee has that pungent smell that alcohol often gives it. Once out, the day looks optimistic and warm. I hug myself while soaking in the comforting warmth of the early morning sun rays. It’s a strange feeling which I am getting here in the morning. I think the latent child inside me wants to shed a tear or two. Without much contemplation I realize it’s because I miss her. I had grown so much accustomed to waking up next to her; patiently listen to her complaints from life, her scolding, her nagging and taunts, and the yummy bed tea I would get sometimes, especially after a day of such sheer labor.

 

It is peaceful here, but it’s not home…

 

Distance makes the heart grows fonder. But often, we take this feeling for granted. We take comfort just in feeling the love for someone, and seldom do we confess the love – the fondness. What’s the fear? Of sounding too feminine, too indiscreet, too docile, too gay?

 

~ I love you Maa! ~ I whisper, more for myself than for her, acknowledging and accepting the feeling, the fact that there is this tie binding me to her, which wont ever go away, no matter what. When all is said and done, when I have traveled, made friends, have had the time of my life, I know she is the one I would have to come back to, because that is how I function.

 

~ You better keep my Maa safe and in good health! ~ I shoot a warning to the heavens up above.

 

The chap is still wasted, in the same position. I think the cold will catch up on him too. Somehow, after a great deal of effort, I am able to remove the blanket from the almost dead weight of his over bearing and tenacious knee. I put some blanket over him, some on myself and lay down to rest a little, every limb in my body now about to crumble.

 

In an almost natural, subliminal, effortless way, I slip back into a memory from my childhood. As a child, I had my own little share of love and pampering, and as kids often as, I was always hungry for more of it. Often I demanded to get to sleep tucked between my parents. And so I would often jump off between the two and would sleep comfortably – like a prince. However, as a child, I used to kick a lot in my sleep, and the kicks were so severe that I, not only would pull the blanket down off myself and parents, but also would end up hurting them at times.

 

The child has grown up now, to bear those kicks from others and yet put blanket back on them.

 

The tear which I was perseveringly trying to suppress, now finally find its release.

 

~ Miss you Maa, I wish I were there! ~

Chandigarh Pride 2013 Snippet 5

 This snippet is in succession to: 

1. Foreword.

2. It Better Be Worth It.

3. Would You Take A Stranger Home? 

4. The Fleeting Glimpse of sweet sweet Pride.

5. Face, Friends and Souvenirs

 

~ Someone’s Watching Over Me ~

 

While I and other volunteers are running back and forth, trying to coordinate the Pride walk, a guy approaches me and asks whether I have any face masks with me or not? My inner self, always the idealist, snaps back at him “YOU NEED TO HIDE BEHIND A VEIL IN ORDER TO SUPPORT LOVE AND PEACEFUL CO-EXISTENCE? WHY CAN’T YOU JUST BE PROUD OF YOURSELF OF HAVING SHOWED UP HERE AND WALK WITH PRIDE?” But my practical self empathizes and apologizes for not having the masks with me. Jub We Talk had donated 100 masks to the pride walk, Saksham trust has bought another 100 for the same, and I know this because I bought and brought those 200 masks from Delhi to Chandigarh with me, but what I don’t know is where these masks are hiding right at this very moment when they are needed the most.

 

Some volunteers are on the truck, enjoying themselves and managing the walk too. So I rush to find other volunteers from in the crowd, who might know about the masks. This one chap is busy with the pride too, perhaps is talking to some journalist or a blogger maybe, and of course has no idea where the masks are. He directs me to some other guy, who might know where the masks would be. Of course however when I find him (NOT in the crowd, but on the front seat of the TRUCK) I discover even he is as clueless as the rest of us.

 

We are stuck here, our lack of pride experience, coordination and organizing skills are now hitting us right in the face. While I am jostling all these feelings, fighting the urge to not to blame someone for this and let it slide somehow, I see the little twinky chap who asked for the masks has already found himself one and is participating rather fervently in the pride.

 

Suddenly, I am reminded of the stories from Mahabharata, which my father used to narrate every night before the slumber could catch up on me. He once told me about a warrior or a king, I am not too sure what, who wanted to watch the ultimate battle of Mahabharata at Kurukshetra, and said he will be on the side of the team which is about to lose. And he had some of these magical superpowers that Krishna knew, if he were to participate from the Kaurava’s end, the Pandavas would most certainly lose. Cunning and clever Lord Krishna did one of his tricks and separated his head from the rest of his body, to prevent him from being a part of the battle. However, his head was put in a fashion that allowed him to be the spectator of the battle.

In the end, when asked about the battle, he confessed he did not know which side was better; all he remembered was watching this giant Sudarshan Chakra taking the charge of the entire battle.

 

Okay, I get it, my father was a much better story teller, I am not…but you get the picture right? No?

 

Well, it’s simple! God watches over us, all of us, all of the time. And while he allows us to fight our battles, learn our lessons; we should always know that the almighty is watching over us, all the time. There, in that moment, I learned – everything falls into place, only if you have enough nerve to follow what your heart says. :)

 

~ Thank you God, for always watching over us. ~

Chandigarh Pride 2013 Snippet 4

Yeah, you got it this time, but just confirming if you have read the prequels to this snippet: 

1. Foreword.

2. It Better Be Worth It.

3. Would You Take A Stranger Home

4. The Fleeting Glimpse of the sweet sweet Pride

~ Face, Friends and Souvenirs ~

 

*Slow motion fades out*

 

Whatever I said in the previous diary entry, sounded quite full of an impact in my head. However, the speech has now ended and it’s time to snap out of the unicorns and rainbows filled fantasy world and get back into action. I am not here to pose for the cameras, or to get any lime light etc. I am here for work, and hence I should better get back to the job of Just Me Anuj.

 

I embrace the crowds, request people to pose for the cameras and they happily oblige. Except for the seemingly obvious trans and cross dressers, I really have no idea whether anyone else is straight or homosexual, and while I wonder about the same, my higher self slaps me at the back of me head and hisses “We just decided, it doesn’t matter, did we not, you fool?” I agree and apologize “Oi, but no need to hit me that hard, buds,” I cry in protest.

 

In the crowd, I remember a few faces, from the documentary. I immediately get chatty with them, compliment on their guts and bravery to come out, to shed light on the actual lives of LGBT people. Simran, the trans I already talked about is looking rather graceful in a green Sari and her hands are stained in Henna. She adjusts her long shiny hair behind her ear and shakes my hand, which I had offered as a token of my respect and admiration to her. The hot chic lesbian girl is here too. She looks quite spectacular, but I refrain from flirting. Only congratulate her on her guts and interact just a little.

 

I want to step forward and capture more pics, but there are not enough people holding the pride flag. In fact, the flag is being dragged on the road. Obviously, I rush to pick it up, and well well, I am glad I did.

 

There is a cute girl walking behind me, holding the gigantic velvety flag. Being the chatty self, that I sort of am, and that I should much rather be when I am out touring, I quickly get acquainted with her. She is studying Human Rights and also, is a supporter. As the conversations unfold and we get a bit candid, she also tells me that she will be willing to accept the bisexuality of her boy friend, only if she had one! :p

 

We also discuss about polygamy and monogamy, she believes monogamy is a bit overrated, I tell her it’s a dream of a lot of gay chaps that I know, to enter into a monogamous relationship, but often, it is the ordeal of the same that prompts us to rather be polygamous. I know these are my own personal views, and I tell her the same. She smiles back, a sort of impish, naughty and quite a winsome cute smile.

 

The conversation does not end, and before I could realize, I know I have made another friend in the city beautiful – Chandigarh.

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